Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

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The fourth, fifth, and sixth auction items also appeared.

Each piece is very special, the effect is amazing, there are rare treasures, and weapons containing holy dharma, it is eye-opening, let this auction ushered in a small climax, the atmosphere is extremely fiery.

But taking out these races for bidding for treasures, there was no joy in the heart, but instead looked in horror, the Holy Peak, where the true spirit was, was extremely extreme.

The results did not surprise them. Xiao Ye participated in the auction, making these treasures sold at a price much lower than their value.

"In the beginning, the Son, just want to be angry with the major races?"

In this scene, the martial arts forces of all the ranks of the people of the ethnic group could not help but stand up.

Although it is said that the major races have stopped and sat together, it does not mean that there is no hatred. Now Xiao Ye is in the limelight, letting these races deflate one after another, it makes them very relieved.

"Below, I'm going to bid for a rare treasure!" Suddenly, Xuanlong announced loudly, suddenly quieting the entire chaotic valley, the bird was silent, and the needle was audible.

Competing products that enable Xuanlong to be evaluated by rare treasures are definitely not simple.

Wow!

At the moment, I saw twenty figures wearing the robe of the temple elders in the distance. They were all holy kings, and they were lifting a broken clock together.

The clock is about one meter high, and it looks very ordinary. The surface is covered with traces of corrosion, but it is surprising.

This big clock looks so ordinary, but it can make twenty holy kings work together to lift it, which is already remarkable.

"What the **** is this?" someone asked.

"This thing is the Raksha race, which was found a million years ago in a broken starry realm."

"It is said that the ruined starry sky secret realm was formed by the fall of the Saint Lord level. I have also cast a mystery, and after careful investigation, I can be sure that this big clock was once a Saint Lord weapon."

"However, neither the Raksha race nor I can urge them to belong to the holy master residual soldiers, but they have research value, and the starting price is set at five million holy sources."

Xuanlong explained.

And the Lord of the Raksha race came out to make supplementary explanations.

The words fell, and the entire chaotic valley suddenly boiled, and the holy lords of other races and other races could not bear it, and they offered quotations one after another.

"Sacred Master-level weapon?" Xiao Ye stared at the big clock carefully and took a breath of cold air.

Saint-order weapons are divided into inferior, middle, and superior grades, corresponding to saints, holy kings, and holy lords, respectively.

For example, he found many middle-class and top-grade holy objects in the land of the Nine Veins of the ancient tribe of the early days.

But only the weapons of the Holy Lord level are the ultimate holy weapons.

Sacred objects of this level can be said to be at the pinnacle of the Holy Order, even if they are only incomplete, they also have great value.

However, in just a dozen or so times, the price of this big clock has climbed to seven million holy sources.

"Holy Son, you'd better take this big clock." Da Sheng Xuan Xiao, the time standing next to Xiao Ye, suddenly said.

"Oh?"

Xiao Ye was slightly surprised.

From the beginning to the present, he still saw Xuan Xiao for the first time, showing a look of interest.

"Son Son, are you planning to bid?"

"This big bell is a remnant soldier of the Lord, even if you participate in the auction, the sages of all major races will not give in because of you."

"So in the beginning, Son, if you don't have enough holy sources, it's better not to speak."

Just as Xiao Ye was prepared to speak, suddenly a voice came from a saint from the ancient Yanyan tribe.

Previously, the Dayan ancient tribe had always been low-key, but now they have also participated in the auction, and have been paying attention to Xiao Ye's movements, a must-have look.

"This……"

As soon as this remark came out, the warriors of the true spirit were angry.

This saint of the Dayan ancient tribe was mocking Xiao Ye's few sources of ancestry. Previously, he only relied on the identity of the Son of the Primordial Son. Are these many treasures photographed at a low price?

"You Dayan people are really wide." Xiao Ye Lengran glanced at the saint.

He hasn't been in trouble with the Dayan ancient tribe, the other party provoked it first?

"After all, they are both human races. If you make a joke, we have no face. I am out of good intentions."

"I believe that such a talented person as Taichu Shengzi wouldn't take action against my family at an intermediate auction because of my kindness."

The saint said with a smile.

"Then thank you for your kindness."

Xiao Ye's expression became more indifferent, and then looked at Xuanlong, "I have 10 million holy sources!"

Entering the Nine Veins Land of the ancient tribe of the early days, plus the collection of this period, the holy source on him has already reached a terrible number.

hiss!

In an instant, the whole chaotic valley sounded a cold breath.

In the beginning, the youngest son Xiao Ye opened his mouth and even raised the bid price of the big clock by three million!

There are so many holy sources, and the slightly ordinary races of the three thousand worlds can't be brought out.

For a time, the saints of many races were silent, not afraid of Xiao Ye.

"How could he come up with so many holy sources?"

The saint of the Dayan ancient tribe shuddered and his expression stiffened.

They have long been informed that Xiao Ye's participation in this intermediate auction is for rare treasures of the soul.

This is Xiao Ye's goal.

Therefore, Xiao Ye certainly won't waste the holy source on other treasures, not to mention that the ancient tribe had already died in the early days, and he began to ridicule.

But who could have predicted that Xiao Ye's opening would be ten million holy sources?

You must know that on this occasion, if so many holy sources are not available, Xiao Ye will never speak.

"I don't believe it. You can fight with my family. I will give out 11 million holy sources!" The saint said with a bite.

For this big bell, their Dayan ancient tribe is bound to win.

"Your Dayan ancient tribe, at any rate, is the power of the human race to inherit countless epochs. It is really shameful to bid for treasures, but so squirming."

"15 million holy sources!"

Before waiting for other races to speak, Xiao Ye said indifferently, reporting a prohibitive price, which was shocking.

"you!"

The saint of the Dayan ancient tribe shuddered, his face flushed red, as if he had been slapped with a slap, hesitated a lot, and then he sat back, dumbfounded.

Although he came on behalf of the Dayan ancient tribe, it was simply unrealistic for him to come up with so many holy sources. After all, he was not the holy master of the Dayan ancient tribe.

"This Dayan ancient clan's "Daluo Shengzun", nothing to provoke Xiao Ye to do?" Xuanlong shook his head helplessly.

At such a high price, only the supreme saints of several large families are still competing.

indeed.

Faced with such a weapon, they will not regress easily.

In the end, Xiao Ye photographed the holy bell with 20 million holy sources.

"Holy Son, this clock will be handed over to me for the time being. I will study it carefully." Xuan Xiao's eyes were hot and he said actively.

"it is good."

Xiao Ye did not hesitate and agreed directly.

(The second one is coming!)