"This Star Reversal Talisman has been personally checked by the great masters of the digital refining tool, the great masters of the formation technique, and the later Taoist friends. It works.” The old great monk in the Sun Palace frowned and looked at the weird monk, and then added: “This school can guarantee that there is absolutely nothing false about this Star Reversal Talisman!”

The weird monk stretched his waist when he heard the words, and hit a Hatch by the way, and calmly said: "There is no problem with the star reversal talisman. The next thing to check is the quality of the seductive demon incense head."

"Oh, just this incense head? Doesn't need a star reversal sign?" The old monk of the Sun Palace said unexpectedly.

"Naturally!" The weird monk nodded abnormally.

"Well, fellow Daoist just come and check!" The old monk in the Sun Palace silently took a step back and gave the weird monk a passage.

The weird monk did not hesitate, gently raised his foot, flew to the auction stage, sucked in the air, sucked the inch-long incense tip into his hand, and turned it over to investigate, and his face became more and more happy. many.

Holding the incense head, the weird monk seemed to be a little excited in his heart. He even burst into laughter. The laughter spread throughout the venue, but he still kept on, not caring about things like gaffes and embarrassment.

"Friends can be detected, this demon incense can meet your requirements? If it meets the requirements, then please bring out enough spiritual stones, or precious enough spiritual objects, to let this sect know that the daoists are capable of continuing. It's auctioned!" The old cultivator of the Sun Palace slowly spoke from the side, "If a fellow Taoist is afraid of revealing his wealth, he can only prove it to the old man!"

The weird monk shook his head and flipped it gently, and the incense head in his hand disappeared. I don’t know if it was put in the storage bag or in the sleeve. In short, he put it away. In the case of paying for auction of spirit stones.

Seeing the wrinkles on his face, the old monk of Sun Zhen Gong shook slightly, with a cold color in his eyes, he solemnly said: "What do you mean, fellow Daoist? The auction is not over yet, why did fellow Daoist take away Lingxiang directly? You can take it out quickly, or take out 10 million spiritual stones, otherwise this sect will regard fellow Daoists as troublemakers!"

"You inferior slaves are really interesting. Now you can't see that the deity has no spirit stones, just asking for prices?" The weird monk laughed, his hands behind him, unusually calm.

"What do you mean!" The face of the cultivator in the Sun Palace suddenly fell cold, and he spoke in a deep voice. At the same time, the mana on his body was already faintly fluctuating. At the same time, the primordial infant stage cultivators in the other towns all faintly leaned in. come over.

"Naturally, I took it by force!" The weird monk Jie Jie smiled, and then the surging demonic energy suddenly burst out, and a pressure stronger than the big monk instantly pressed on the stone platform of the entire auction.

As soon as this scene appeared, the faces of the hundreds of Yuan Yingji floating in the air in the distance were all absurd. Many people felt that they had misheard and robbed the big auction. How dare this person.

Leaving aside the powerful formations around the auction venue, let’s say that the five Nascent Soul Stages from the Sun Palace’s formation, except for the old monk, the other four are outstanding in the mid-term. Together, they are Zhao The top existence of the great monks like the Seven Emperors of the Kingdom also had to avoid the edge for the time being.

Moreover, at the big auction, there are more than one family from the Sun Palace, there are more than a hundred Yuan Yingji monks present, the Sun Zhen Gong screamed, even if it is not a group attack, then there will be a minimum of 20 or 30 Yuan Yingji to help. .

The big monks would not dare to grab the big auction. There must be no return, and even those legendary old monsters of the **** transformation stage can’t break in and out at will. They only met dozens of Yuan Ying stage. If you can temporarily retreat, although you will not lose, you will never win a frontal confrontation.

After sensing the devilish energy on the weird monk, Han Ming, who was watching the play, suddenly coldened his face. After being shocked, he looked at the weird monk's eyes with some murderous intent leaking out. This old demon unexpectedly He didn't die, he still had the level of a great monk, wasn't he still at the ninth level before.

"Great monk!" The old monk in the Sun Palace felt the surging demonic energy and the vast aura on the weird monk. It was very unexpected, but after that, he sneered and said: "It turned out to be a late-stage cultivation base, no wonder you dare to grab this sect. Auction, but it’s not enough!"

"Arouse the formation, kill without mercy, dare to grab the auction of this sect, let you have a great background, don't think about leaving today!" The old monk of the Sun Palace shouted in a deep voice, and then slammed forward. With one step, a torrent of surging mana emerged violently, approaching the weird monk.

Several other monks in the Sun Palace stepped back, inspiring the formation that could trap the big monk, and at the same time, they were preparing to come forward and besiege the weird monks with the old monks. They were confident and stable, and they did not invite anyone to watch the battle from a distance More than a hundred yuan infant stage shots.

"Haha, the spirit thing is in hand, this deity doesn't bother to play with you little guys, let's go!" The weird monk looked at the old monk and the power of the formation surrounding him, he didn't care at all.

The weird monk pinched with one hand, and his robe burst into pieces in an instant, revealing a body full of lines. The black formations were intertwined, like violent green veins, the size of earthworms, and densely packed.

Those black patterns kept flickering, and waves of special fluctuations spread faintly.

"No, it's the spirit body formation pattern. He is going to teleport away. Stop him!" After the old monk saw the dense black formation pattern on the weird monk, he was shocked and hurriedly said.

"Catch!" The old monk lifted his hands, and a golden eagle claw about five or six feet in size appeared on the top of the weird monk out of thin air, smashing it at the weird monk with a terrifying squeezing force.

At this time, the weird monk just grinned. Since he dared to do something, how could he not prepare to block the old monk? He raised his hand gently, and eight strands of black corpse demon gas poured out of his body. After the entanglement, it turned into a shield flowing with pure black magic energy.

With a loud noise of "Boom!", the golden eagle claws slammed on the black devilish shield, causing the entire hall to tremble three times. The bluestones below also shattered and smoked. All around.

Several strong winds blew, and the surrounding smoke dissipated, revealing the weird monk with a sneer inside. Under the blow of the old monk, it was unscathed, and it didn't even move. Shield, don’t say that you are a Nascent Soul late stage, just add two more to you, and don’t even think about breaking it within ten breaths!"

Seeing this, the old monk was also full of solemnity. Although he made a hurried strike, it was his fame and skill. With 70% of his power, the ninth-tier monster can also be caught under one claw, but it is Did not break the thin shield.

The old monk knew that perhaps the weird monk did not exaggerate the power of the shield. This shield can really hold ten breaths under the hands of the big monk, and there can only be ten breaths. After ten breaths, even if no one attacks, he himself Will dissipate.

In an emergency, the old cultivator didn’t have time to think too much, and he shouted in a deep voice, “Shoot together, don’t let him run away, Junior Brother Mo urged the interference power of the formation to cut off his transmission!” Although he knew it was very possible It's impossible to stop North Korea from calling this place.

That spirit body array pattern is a rare and unusual magic skill in ancient times. It uses itself as the array disk of the teleportation array, and consumes a certain amount of flesh and blood to achieve the effect of teleportation. Although the teleportation distance is not necessarily too far, some even only a hundred Yu Li, but with strong transmission power, it is almost impossible to be disturbed!

Under the leadership of the old monk, several Nascent Soul stage magic weapons, ancient treasures, and spells rushed towards the black shield surrounding the weird monk, but they were of no use, not even a single ripple aroused.

The so-called eight-child concentric shield has no solution within ten breaths!

Seeing the triumphant smile on the face of the weird monk in the shield, he was so arrogant, but he was helpless. This old monk was a little distracted in an instant. He knew that the Sun Palace was shameful this time. Being robbed of a spiritual thing, it is unbelievable to say it.

But also, what was snatched away was only an unimportant incense head, just an addition to the auction item of the Star Reversal Talisman. If the Star Reversal Talisman, a treasure worth millions of spiritual stones, is stolen, then they The Sun Palace has lost a lot of money. Not only did it fail to make money from hosting a big auction, but on the contrary, it had to draw out a large amount of spirit stones to compensate the Seven Emperors of Zhao State.

His heart was in a mess, the old monk saw that the strange monk's figure gradually blurred, and he was about to teleport away, but he could only stare at him, helpless!

But at this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared behind the weird monk, holding a pure golden broad sword in both hands, holding it high above his head, and smashing down against the eight concentric shields.

The weird monk had already sensed this middle-stage Nascent Soul monk who had come down from the platform, but he didn't care too much. It was not even afraid of the great monk, so how could he worry about the influence of a middle-stage monk on it.

And it won’t work even if it wants to use any means. The Eight Concentric Shield is so powerful that it cannot be without drawbacks. It has a fatal drawback, that is, it not only isolates external attacks, but can also block internal attacks on the outside.

With eight concentric shields blocking it, the weird monk couldn't fight back at all, and could only wait for himself to be teleported away.

A slight sneer flashed in the eyes of the weird monk when he looked at the golden giant sword that was smashed down. The eight-child concentric shield is completely insoluble to the Nascent Soul Stage. Lingbao can break open, and magic power alone is not enough, and you have to wait for ten breathing and eight concentric shields to disperse by themselves.

The weird monk expected that the golden huge sword was bounced by the shield, but this did not happen. When the golden huge sword was about to fall on the shield, it suddenly vibrated with a strange frequency, and then fiercely. Slashed on the eight concentric shields.

"It's you! The Dragon Blade!" The weird monk screamed like a rabbit with its tail trampled on. His face was full of horror. It would never forget the peculiar shaking power of the Dragon Blade. It is also an unsolvable means, nothing is unbreakable.

In response to the weird monk's weird cry, the black figure sneered, swiped his hands directly, and slashed fiercely on the Eight-Zone Concentric Shield. In the next instant, the Eight-Zone Concentric Shield also trembled with a peculiar frequency.

"Peng!" It only blocked the golden giant sword for a short while, and the eight concentric shields exploded and turned into a cloud of black smoke.

The golden giant sword was merciless and unabated, and severely cut down at the weird monk.

"Ah!" the weird monk screamed, and was slashed on his right shoulder before he could resist.

In just a moment, at the moment when the golden giant sword split the skin of the weird monk, the flesh and blood of the weird monk turned into bloodshot eyes, and rushed to the golden giant sword.

With a mouth, swallowing the golden giant sword back into his mouth, the black figure stared at the half of the head in front of him, the pile of broken bones on the half of the breastbone, and his brows were slightly frowned. This old demon deserves to have been alive for so many years. It was difficult to kill, and let it escape, although it was only half of the bones, about 40% of the flesh and blood, and 60% of the soul.

"It's ruthless enough, the gecko docks!" the black figure murmured.

Most of the Yuan Yingqi monks in the stands over there stood up, staring at this side unblinking eyes, and their faces were full of surprise.

They can see clearly just now, UU reading www. The great monk of uukanshu.com Sun Palace combined with several eight concentric shields that were not broken by the middle-term monks, and was cut open by the black-robed monkey-faced monk. One sword was seriously injured, and only half of his body escaped. Whether he could survive or not was a matter of two things.

And what did the weird monk yell the Devil Dragon Blade before? Could it really be the Demon Dao Supreme Devil Dragon Blade, the golden long sword? This is also extremely possible, after all, at the last moment, the golden long sword instantly swallowed the flesh and blood of the weird monk, which is very similar to the terrifying characteristics of the legendary dragon blade.

The old monk from the Sun Palace came over unrealistically, staring at Han Ming, very polite, but his pupils were full of jealousy.

"Thank you fellow Daoist for helping me, but I don't know how fellow Daoist is called." The old cultivator arched his hand slightly and said politely.

The great monk of the Sun Palace is a little confused. The Sun Palace is the organizer of the auction. In fact, he knows the origin of most of the Yuan Ying period. Although they wear masks, the old monk does not remember Middle-earth at all. There is such a strong number one person, I have never heard of it once.

"Dibei Han Ming!" Han Ming arched his hand slightly and said with a smile.

As soon as this remark came out, the surroundings suddenly felt like a pan was fried, and the North Korean Ming, the weird monk who used his hands to grab the auction was called the North Korean Ming, and now there is another one.

The great monk of the Sun Palace changed slightly, but still remained calm, and said in a deep voice: "The North Korean Ming! Is this true? Who is the thief before, and what is his identity?"

"As for the identity of the thief, Han does not know, he only knows that his surname is Han Ming, he is from the north, and he has not snatched Guizong's auction." Han Ming smiled slightly, and did not explain much.