The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 417 Space Auction

The small town occupies a small area, only a few ancient streets intersect, and there are many figures on the streets.

Moreover, each aura is extremely powerful, if it is in the outside world, it is definitely an existence of the overlord level.

A group of people walked through several quaint streets, and there were no stone platforms along the way, only ordinary roads.

After half a sound, Qingxuan's footsteps stopped. This is the end of the street, and also the end of the Space Exchange.

Looking around, it looks empty. An ancient attic stands in the distance, and the atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity comes to the face, but this atmosphere is far less long-lasting than the palace of the good fortune sage.

After taking a look, Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, but Medusa and Haibodong became a little cautious for a moment, after all, they were both at the peak of the Douzong, and anyone here has the strength to crush them.

At the entrance of the attic, there are two old men in gray robes with expressionless faces guarding them. The two are like statues, their bodies are motionless, but they still have powerful fighting energy fluctuations, faintly spreading from their bodies, which makes people feel awe-inspiring. .

Six Star Dou Zun.

Judging by the aura, Qingxuan immediately saw the strength of the two of them, and it was too extravagant for the six-star Dou Zun to guard the gate.

"go in."

As soon as they arrived at the door of the attic, two breaths locked on the three of them.

With a wave of Qingxuan's sleeve robe, he dispersed the breath so as not to affect the two of them.

"Three guests, do you have an invitation?"

Seeing that Qingxuan scattered the aura casually, the two old men were quite vigilant and surprised at the same time.

Hearing this, Qingxuan took out the red letter that had been prepared in the storage space and threw it to the two of them.

This letter is the ticket to enter the attic. Not everyone can enter here, only the forces or the strong who hold the ticket can enter.

Tianleizi prepared the tickets for him half a month ago.

After all, Danta is the top power in Zhongzhou, so it is too easy to get tickets.

"So it's Danta's lord, please come inside!"

After receiving the letter, his expressionless face changed, he bowed and saluted, and with a wave of his sleeves, three black robes appeared in front of Qingxuan and the others.

There are rules everywhere, but when one's own strength reaches a certain level, the shortcomings of the rules will be revealed, and any rules are thin paper in front of the strong.

And Danta has such strength.

After receiving the black robe, Qingxuan's face was calm, and he immediately put it on. Tian Leizi had already told him the information he should know.

Most of the people who enter the attic will hide their identities, and everyone understands the principle of not revealing their wealth. This is the rule of the space auction, so as not to cause trouble. After the auction is over, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with them.

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Stepping into the attic, the light inside is quite dim, and the decoration is classical and elegant, but there is nothing too surprising about it, not even comparable to ordinary auctions.

"Three, please come with the old man."

As soon as the front foot stepped into the attic, an old man in gray robe came out on the back foot, bowed to the three of them, and then took the lead towards the depths of the attic.

Following behind, about half a stick of incense, the footsteps stopped at a bronze gate, the old man cupped his hands, and immediately turned and left.

After the old man left, Qingxuan secretly transmitted the voice to the Heavenly Fire Saint, then pushed open the bronze door and walked slowly towards the inside.

In the next second, an ancient temple about half the size of the square came into view. Inside the ancient temple, many stone chairs were arranged neatly.

At this time, there were already many figures sitting on the stone chairs. These people were also shrouded in black robes, and they didn't know their details.

When the three stepped into it, they immediately attracted some attention.

Qingxuan ignored this, but walked to the empty seat on the left and sat down. The space distorted for a while, and a barrier spread.

"Senior, how is it?"

"Don't worry, the organizer should be a two-star fighting saint. Even if the old man is not fully familiar with this body, it is more than enough to deal with him."

Hearing this, Qingxuan nodded lightly, so that he was relieved.

According to his information, the last picture of Jinglian Yaohuo will not appear until more than ten years later. If you can't see it at the auction, you can only go to the organizer.

Even if this is a space auction organized by various forces in Zhongzhou, he is not afraid at all.

Not even the Soul Palace itself is afraid, but are you afraid of these forces?
Sitting quietly on the stone chair, Qingxuan closed his eyes and rested his mind. During this period, he found that many soul forces were testing the barrier, but he ignored it.

In a blink of an eye, an hour passed.

During this period, groups of guests wearing black robes stepped into the ancient hall one after another, and glanced around. In the entire hall, at least hundreds of strong men,

As low as Dou Zun, as strong as Half Saint.

"Boom!"

Just when all the guests were getting impatient, a melodious and crisp bell sounded suddenly in the silent ancient hall, and then a white hair and beard in the center of the hall, like an old man who was dying, slowly appeared in the distorted space. In the sight of everyone.

The appearance of the old man made the complexions of most of the guests change slightly. Under the black robe, Qingxuan's expression was indifferent. According to the clear conversation, the old man should be a nine-star Dou Zun, and his aura was faintly close to the president Xuan Kongzi.

However, it is still a little bit worse.

It seems that it should be the pinnacle of the Nine Star Dou Zun, who has half stepped into the realm of the semi-sage.

To this day, even such a strong man can't make the slightest ripple in his heart, even if he himself is at the peak of the eighth level, he is still fully capable of beheading the old man.

"This year's Space Fair, there will be some new faces."

As he spoke, the old man swept his eyes around the hall, fixed on Qingxuan and the three of them for a second, and then left.

Facing the silence in the ancient temple, the old man waved his sleeve robe, the space was distorted, and an enchantment enveloped the auction platform like a cage.

Under the enchantment, the old man smiled lightly and said: "The old man is not too wordy, the rules of the auction, no matter new customers or old customers, must have known it before coming, bartering, the highest price wins, the ninth session Space auction, start."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, many eyes in the palace became hot, but it was still silent, but the breath seemed quite depressed.

The triennial space auction is already the ninth session. It can be seen that this auction has been standing in Zhongzhou for decades, which shows its rich heritage.

Regarding this, Qingxuan was also looking forward to what this auction would bring out.

His main purpose is to purify the remnants of the Lotus Demon Fire, but that doesn't mean he's not interested in other things.

You know, he is only at the peak of the eighth level of Taoism now, and this is because of Ziyan's blood essence. There are still many things on this continent that attract him.

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