Fantasy: Auction of Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Dark Supreme goes crazy!

However.

Just when everyone was bidding.

A laugh filled with infinite coldness made the monks of the two domains stunned for a moment.

Only to see the group of people from the Soul Palace.

The two black-robed monks trembled all over instantly, and their bodies seemed to be melted at this moment, all melted into the body of Hun Yi.

"It's hard to find it!"

"It's easy to get it!"

Hun Yi's voice was full of infinite excitement and endless weirdness.

Nothing else.

This kind of looming, arrogant and domineering aura filled with endless sinister meaning, all the top monks in the Northern Wilderness seemed to have some impression.

Soul Palace...

Hun... Tian!

As Wang Ba who survived a blow from Hun Tian, ​​he was very familiar with this aura.

"Old Monster Hun Tian?"

"How is this possible? Isn't it Hun Yi, the walker of the Soul Palace, who came? How can there be the aura of Hun Tian?"

The next second.

A terrifying Dao rhyme that transcended the Dragon Transformation Realm spread directly from Hun Yi.

That's right.

After sacrificing the souls of three Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators, Hun Tian's clone now has 30% of the combat power of the original body.

And what he wants to do...

is to rob!

In his eyes, the so-called Master of Creation Pavilion is nothing more than a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator!

Other forces may be afraid.

But the Soul Palace exists for him, so he doesn't worry about the so-called revenge.

As long as he can snatch the treasures and magical powers at today's auction and escape far away from the sea of ​​​​Potian Continent!

Even if the ten major forces in the Northern Wilderness join forces, they can't find him.

Wait until he breaks through that step and becomes a real powerful cultivator.

Who in the entire Potian Continent can do anything to him?

Feeling Hun Tian's aura.

At this moment, all the cultivators in the two domains panicked.

A half-step powerful cultivator!

"Master Huntian, what do you mean?"

"Master, are you going to use your powerful body to bully younger cultivators like us?"

"Is this the mind of Huntian?"

"..."

In the auction hall, many cultivators from the Northern Wilderness spoke up.

But.

For a cultivator who is half a step into the realm of great power, these are just the murmurs of ants.

What is the Good Fortune Auction Hall?

Damn Good Fortune Pavilion Master!

In the eyes of Huntian's clone, he is just a delicious fat sheep with precious treasures.

And all the cultivators in the Northern Wilderness were also fascinated.

Xiao Family.

After all, Xiao Zhan and Xiao Yang had seen the Good Fortune Pavilion Master once.

Although the Huntian clone in front of them was very terrifying, in comparison.

The father and son agreed that the Good Fortune Pavilion Master was the real great cultivator.

But.

Xiao Ruosong, the head of the Xiao Family, did not think so.

He knew very well what a half-step great cultivator meant.

Even if all the cultivators present were added together, they might not be able to survive for a moment in Hun Tian's hands.

Yes.

This is the difference between a dragon-transforming cultivator and a great cultivator.

This is the gap in level.

No matter how many ants gather together, they can only become ants.

So.

Xiao Ruosong admitted his defeat.

The members of the other major forces in the Northern Wilderness all chose to remain silent.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Hun Tian's avatar's mouth.

Very good.

It seems that these people are quite sensible...

"Noisy people, remnant souls, how dare you mess up my fortune-making dojo?"

Ming Wudao's voice slowly emerged in the fortune-making auction house.

Then.

In the shocked eyes of countless cultivators, a handsome man with white hair and bloodshot eyes stepped into the sea of ​​blood.

I don't know when, a few wisps of scarlet mist have spread in the auction house.

Ming Wudao was wearing a white robe.

He was full of fairy spirit.

But his thin red lips were filled with a bit of world-weary sarcasm.

Of course, there was also the undisguised anger.

After all, the Pavilion Master was still in seclusion.

He was in charge of the auction.

But these ant cultivators were not grateful for the opportunity given by the Pavilion Master, but instead jumped out fearlessly?

Damn it!

If this auction was affected, how could he face the Pavilion Master again?

At this moment.

Ming Wudao's face gradually showed a bit of unnoticeable murderous intent.

And that mysterious and obscure aura!

It directly declared Ming Wudao's realm.

Half-step great power!

Absolutely the top great cultivator in the Northern Wilderness!

And he was also the top powerhouse in the half-step great power realm, just one step away from the real great power realm.

Many cultivators in the Northern Wilderness were stunned.

"Fuck! So this senior is actually a half-step great cultivator?"

"Oh my god, no wonder he suppressed the Black Blood Hall's bandits so easily last time!"

"Is this the true foundation of the Fortune Auction House?"

"..."

"Too scary!"Bai Wuchen's eyes were full of shock.

Everyone knows that he was born with two different eyes.

One is called Breaking Illusion, which can see through most of the world's restrictions and formations, and can see through the true realm of other cultivators!

The second is called Observing the Heart, which can see the fluctuations of other cultivators' minds.

With these two magical powers.

At this moment.

Bai Wuchen instantly felt the panic in the heart of Hun Tian's clone.

Strange.

Is Hun Tian afraid?

Bai Wuchen fell into deep thought.

As for the other cultivators.

Ming Wudao's appearance gave everyone hope.

But.

Hun Tian was terrified at this moment.

Half-step to the realm of great power?

When did such a peerless master appear in the Northern Wilderness?

And.

Hun Tian's clone couldn't help swallowing.

Not to mention that he was just a clone, even if his real body was here...

Invincible!

Absolutely invincible!

They were both half-step great cultivators, but after feeling Ming Wudao's aura, Hun Tian suddenly remembered a sentence.

The light of a firefly, competing with the bright moon?

That's right!

Compared with Ming Wudao, Hun Tian was just an insignificant firefly.

The realms of the other cultivators were not enough.

In their eyes, Ming Wudao and Hun Tian were cultivators of the same realm.

But only Hun Tian knew it.

He had made trouble.

The Good Fortune Auction House, where a half-step great cultivator was in charge, was not an enemy he could afford to provoke.

"Daoyou, misunderstanding..."

Hun Tian was anxious.

And the many cultivators in the Northern Wilderness were all dumbfounded.

Ah?

What did they see?

The Soul Palace Master who is half a step away from the Great Power Realm, and who has been riding the wind and clouds for thousands of years, Hun Tian, ​​has given in?

Can a strong man lower his dignity like this.

Obviously...

There seems to be only one possibility.

The young man in front of him with an evil appearance and an endless bloody aura is very strong!

At least stronger than Hun Tian...

As soon as this thought appeared in everyone's mind, it instantly aroused endless noise.

It was fierce.

After waking up, why did the Soul Palace Master Hun Tian become so servile?

But what really shocked everyone was the next move of Ming Wudao's hand.

He clearly just raised his arm lightly.

But the next second.

A phantom of a blood river appeared out of thin air behind him, and the blood light was surging, as if it was going to destroy everything!

Ming Wudao pointed out.

Hun Tian's clone only had time to say four words.

And then.

It was complete destruction.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the endless sea of ​​blood.

It looked like Hun Yi.

At the same time.

A flame emitting a dark deathly aura instantly burned through the void and disappeared.

Ming Wudao was stunned.

But then, a calm voice sounded.

"Hun Palace, you should be executed!"

"You, go!"

Hearing the voice of his own Pavilion Master, a cruel smile almost crazy appeared on Ming Wudao's face.

Then, a river of blood instantly broke through the void.

In the auction house.

Gu Sheng wore a dark golden mask and stepped into the void step by step.

The black and golden dragon robe rendered the mysterious and supreme aura to the extreme.

The cultivators could not see his strength.

But everyone felt the pressure of the same powerful realm.

That's right.

Three months later, Gu Sheng had already broken through to the half-step great power realm.

He just grabbed the bodies of Hun Yi and others.

Several faint but vibrant origin lights suddenly appeared.

A flame of life slowly emerged.

Then.

Gu Sheng disappeared.

Liu Ruyan received the voice transmission and smiled.

"The auction continues!"

Liu Ruyan's voice slowly resounded through the auction hall, and suddenly a thunderous noise sounded.

So, this is the true foundation of the Creation Auction Hall?

Two great masters are in charge?

At this moment.

The cultivators of the two domains were dumbfounded, and the other top forces in the Northern Wilderness Domain were all shocked.

They knew it in their hearts.

Soul Palace, it's over!