I have a city in another world

Chapter 2710 The Heretic God Comes!

When Tang Zhen thought about it, it was impossible for treasures involving the original power not to attract the attention of the monks.

Although low-level monks can't sense it, this kind of treasure will automatically choose its owner, and create some coincidences for the other party to get him.

As an item of the same age as the gods, the Yuanyuan Lingbao has such an ability, and it is even more miraculous.

The monk who appeared at the auction may not be the true owner of the treasure, at most he can be regarded as a porter.

Of course, this is just speculation. Before seeing the item, Tang Zhen could not be sure that these monks were attracted by the treasure.

There are still some preparations that should be made. Following Tang Zhen's call, Cam has arrived quietly, and is staring coldly at this degenerate place of luxury and luxury.

For Cam, there are delicious food everywhere, those greedy and filthy souls are the most delicious food in the eyes of evil gods.

Although a little impatient, Cam still waited for Tang Zhen's order honestly, absolutely not daring to act rashly.

The monks in the auction house had a vague feeling of uneasiness, as if something big was about to happen.

The monk's spirituality is far superior to that of others, and he has a vague premonition about the impending danger.

The king-level monk sitting in the auction house frowned even more. He kept using his mental power to check around, trying to see if there was something wrong.

Compared with ordinary monks, king-level monks have a more obvious sense of crisis. To him, that sense of danger is as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

This made the monk in charge confirm one thing. There was a terrifying entity eyeing the auction house, but he was still unable to find any trace of the other party.

In a slightly tense atmosphere, the auction officially began.

A tall and exquisite woman in light clothing put all the auction items on the auction stage.

The types of auction items are very mixed, not only some items used by celebrities, but also relics from ancient monuments, and some expensive tonic medicines.

Every guest in the auction venue has their own different needs, which makes each product appear, which will trigger some not-so-intense competition.

Unknowingly, most of the items were auctioned off, and an item resembling a metal mask was brought to the front of the stage.

"This is a special mask from a certain relic, with ancient and primitive patterns engraved on it. Experts cannot determine its specific age, but it has a history of at least four to five thousand years."

After the auctioneer introduced the item, he followed the normal process and informed everyone that they could bid for the auction.

In the eyes of the auctioneer, this is just an antique. Although it looks old, it may not have much value.

As a result, as soon as he came up with such an idea, someone directly bid, and three customers made the bid at the same time.

Such an abnormal situation immediately attracted the attention of other photographers. They wondered in their hearts, what is so magical about this mask?
In the following time, monk groups belonging to the three parties competed around the mask, and finally sold it for a sky-high price of [-].

According to the original estimate, the mask was worth no more than a thousand yuan, not even the finale item of this auction.

It happened that such an item was sold at such a terrifying price, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The auctioneer was a little hesitant when he dropped the hammer. He didn't know whether the auction should be finalized, but he hoped that the owner of the auction house could give him a reminder.

Unexpectedly, until the end of the auction, he didn't get an order to pass the auction, so he could only knock down the auction hammer nervously.

After successfully photographing the mask, the group of monks paid the auction price on the spot, and then left with the mask on.

The other two groups of monks jumped out and stopped each other from leaving unless the masks were left behind.

The party that succeeded in the auction naturally refused. How could they easily hand over what they obtained at a huge price?
When the three parties were confronting each other, the auction house sent a person in charge to ask them to leave immediately and go outside to settle their personal grievances.

It turned out that the owner of the auction house was warned, and immediately performed divination through the magical item, and confirmed that this seemingly ordinary mask was actually a terrible ominous thing.

The crisis sensed by the king-level monks comes from this mask, which will bring endless bad luck to the bearer.

So no matter how precious this thing is and how many secrets it involves, it must not be kept in your hands.

With such a large property, I don't care much about money and other things anymore, I just want a word of stability in everything.

Therefore, during the auction, the auction house never intervened, the purpose was to give away the mask.

Unexpectedly, after the auction was successful, such an accident happened, which really made the owner of the auction house extremely depressed.

In this case, the owner of the auction house can only send someone to persuade him to leave, because the longer the delay, the more likely there will be accidents.

In the process of persuading him to leave, the king-level monk released his own aura, letting the three-party monks know of his existence.

Sensing the aura of a king-level monk, the three parties who were at war with each other restrained their anger, knowing that this is not the place to solve the problem.

Once the king-level monk is angered, it will not be a good thing for anyone.

Just when the three parties were ready to leave in tacit agreement, a strange red light suddenly flashed in the eye sockets of the metal mask placed in the box.

A young man among the interceptors, with bloodshot eyes suddenly, took out a revolver from his waist.

Before everyone came back to their senses, he pulled the trigger and knocked down a member of the masked party to the ground.

"Damn bastard!"

The same curse came from different mouths.

Everyone knows that with this gunshot, things have become out of hand.

In the next instant, intense gunshots and energy fluctuations when casting spells appeared simultaneously in the auction hall

The cultivators on the Haotian plane mostly practice power, which makes them very destructive in battle.

But in the blink of an eye, the boxes were broken up, scaring the audience to flee for their lives.

There are also guys who are unlucky, the box they are in is completely smashed, and the guests inside are either killed or injured.

Seeing this, the king-level cultivator guarding the auction house shot out angrily, trying to suppress these troublemakers.

As a result, at this moment, the hidden forces behind the three fighting parties rushed to the scene in no particular order.

Three king-level monks from the three forces gathered in the sky above the auction house at the same time, refusing to give in to each other.

In addition to the king-level monks who sit in the auction house, there are a total of four king-level powerhouses. This change immediately attracted the attention of the hidden powerhouses.

As long as the strength reaches the king level, it is absolutely not allowed to take action lightly, otherwise it will easily affect the order of the world.

The appearance of four king-level monks at the same time means that there is a big problem, and if it is not done properly, a disaster will happen.

In the private room of the auction hall, Tang Zhen picked up a cup of tea and slowly sipped it under the watchful eyes of the woman beside him.

"Sure enough, it is the original spirit treasure. It has the characteristics of causing disaster and causing disaster. Perhaps it is most suitable to call this thing a mask of deception and doom!"

When Tang Zhen said this, he turned his head to look at the terrified woman next to him, and said in a flat tone: "You have a minute, remember to rush out desperately, if you can't do it, you will die here. "

The woman froze for a moment, then pushed open the door of the box, went straight to the nearest window, and jumped down from the second floor without hesitation.

The woman fell on the street, her ankle was broken, and the pain made her cry.

Soon she closed her mouth and looked at the auction house behind her in horror, watching the indescribable bituminous substance seep out of the air, covering the entire auction house.

In the thick fog, a terrifying figure slowly appeared. It scanned the surroundings with greedy eyes, and finally landed in the auction house that seemed to be isolated from the real world.

"The evil god...is coming!"

The woman already understood what had happened. Regardless of the severe pain in her ankle, she desperately crawled towards the opposite side of the street, trying to stay away from this terrifying purgatory on earth.

(End of this chapter)