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The moment the ghost envoy announced the names and locations of the treasures in the entire hall, there was a wave of cheers!

There was a lot of ghostly voices, and the masks turned into flowing shadows. All the people around the place moved quickly, and soon the whole hall was divided into ten clear sections, which were where each competition platform was located.

The rest of the onlookers will choose seats on the tower to watch according to the order of bidding.The Ghost King on the Throne of Withered Bones is at the highest point, giving a panoramic view of all competitors and audiences.

The grand event kicked off——

Consistent with what Wen Yue and Xie Shu had previously thought, the ten treasures exhibited this time, although each has its own merits, have different degrees of attention.

Like some magic weapons, which can immediately improve personal strength when you get them in your hands, or the magic medicine and medicine that can cure all kinds of poisons and cure strange diseases. There are many competitors, and there are almost a crowd of people in front of the booth. It's hard to get.

Fortunately, "Book of Yin and Yang" happened to be the treasure with the least attention.

The ghost messenger said: "This is a semi-Buddhist artifact that was jointly refined by Chitose of our family and the deceased Grand Master Hongyi a hundred years ago. It can contain and supersede wronged souls, purify evil spirits, and bring them back into reincarnation."

"The first choice for charity lovers."

Wen Yue: "..."

Xie Shu: "..."

As soon as these words were uttered, the audience around booth No. [-] walked away.

Everyone didn't even have a voice to discuss, and they seemed to have little interest in "Yin Yang Book".

Wen Yue and Xie Shu's hearts hung up.

The emissary glanced around, calm and unhurried, as if he had already anticipated the disappointment of his booth.He nodded slightly, and a booklet with a black gold cover flew out of his sleeve, riding the black cloud to the center of the round platform, the pages turned automatically with a clatter, emitting a soft white light.

Wen Yue was stunned—how similar is this "Book of Yin and Yang" to "Hundred Ghosts"?

However, this is not the time to dwell on this point, Wen Yue and Xie Shu continued to listen to the introduction of the rules by the ghost emissary: ​​"The competition rules of "Yin Yang Book" are also very simple, you need to participate in your real body, and you only need to pay [-] yuan Two golds are used as an entry ticket to break through the killing array that has been passed down by our family for many years, and the one who takes the shortest time will get the right to use the "Book of Yin and Yang" for three months."

"..."

Another group of spectators left, leaving only a few dozen sparse ones.

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue's heart became more stable.

After all, the fewer competitors, the better for them.The admission ticket is not cheap. Who would pay [-] taels of gold to gamble?

Maybe they are the only ones who come forward to campaign. In this way, the time to break the formation can be extended to midnight, and the probability of them winning the bid will be greatly increased.

Apparently Xie Shu also thought so. He took out a bank note without hesitation. The special bank note that can be withdrawn at will was like a talisman, and flew lightly into the hands of the ghost messenger.

The ghost made a happy face: "My lord—please come to the stage."

Xie Shu walked up calmly.

Situ Yi shouted from below: "Master, come on!!!"

Wen Yue also said via voice transmission: [Come on, come on! 】

Xie Shu frowned: [Don't worry. 】

When Xie Shu walked up, there was no second competitor.

Everyone waited for a while, but Xie Shu was still the only one on the stage.

"Can we start?" Xie Shu asked.

The ghost envoy opened his mouth, and even made the mouth shape of "yes", but paused at the last second, and said: "Please wait. I just received the news that an adult is coming from No. Come."

Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he looked across at the same time as everyone else.

I don't know what happened to Channel [-] diagonally opposite. Suddenly, there was an uproar, and the noise went straight into the sky, almost shattering the dome of the hall.

The three of Wen Yue could distinguish the astonished voices of discussion from the noise.

"One? One million taels! Someone really bid one? One million taels of gold!!!"

"Yeah, even though the God Slaughter Dagger is rare, you can buy the entire Lidu at this price!"

"I? I heard that he reached a consensus with the Ghost King. The one million taels is not for the right to use for three months, but for the god-killing dagger itself!"

"What?! Can you still do this? Play?"

"What's the point of having money that can make ghosts turn millstones? This person has so much money that he changes the rules of the game!!!"

Amidst the amazement and crowd, a snow-white figure bypassed the tower and walked slowly towards Wenyue.

Wen Yue was shocked all over, his mind went blank.

He looked at that figure in disbelief—a white shirt, a crane cloak and a shawl, tall and thin, like a snow-fallen pine on a cliff.

He was wearing a silver mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but his demeanor was extremely cold, like a handful of white snow shining under the moonlight in the dark night.

Wen Yue's heart beat wildly.

He watched the man approaching step by step, as if he fell into a dream in an instant, his feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move, his throat was hard, and he couldn't even say a word.

They pass by each other.

The person who looked like Yu Zheyuan didn't seem to see them, walked up the steps, coughed a few times, and said: "Jia Ben-jun."

"[-] chips." He casually threw a round bead to the ghost emissary. When the ghost emissary saw the bead, his eyes lit up and then dimmed, and he was a little embarrassed, "This, this, your bead. More than one fish-eye pearl? The price of ten thousand taels of gold..."

"Well," the man said softly, "you don't need to look for it."

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue finally calmed down when he heard his voice—his voice was different from Yu Zheyuan's.

Deeper and hoarse, like a throat injury.

He is coughing.

Situ Yi also found out that something was wrong, and said dumbfounded: "Master, Master...why does that person look a bit like a fairy..."

But everyone knew that Yu Zheyuan was dead.

what on earth is it?

Wen Yue suppressed the bitterness that was about to break his chest, took a few deep breaths, and said, "It's just that the dress just happened to bump into Xianjun, and we can't see his face, nor does his voice sound like it."

Situ Yi: "But temperament and feeling..."

"Don't? Say it." Wen Yue interrupted him, "It's important to break the formation."

Situ Yi quickly shut up, not daring to poke at Yue's scar again.

But the way the person on the stage sat down, his posture... really looked like Yu Zheyuan.

Will Xianjun still have his soul?

But if he was still alive, why didn't he come to them?

In the turbulent sea of ​​depression, the ghost made his long sleeves shake, and two huge dark cloud pictures appeared in front of Xie Shu and that person.

As the name suggests, the dark cloud map is as black as ink, composed of surging black clouds, with starlight twinkling in it, and four huge formation maps, up, down, left, and right, lit with silver threads and phosphorescent fire.

"As the two adults can see, this is a thumbnail of the four ancient killing formations, Zhou Tianxing Fighting Formation, Hunyuan Heluo Formation, Twelve-Degree Tiansha Formation, and Ten Thousand Ghosts Execution Immortal Formation."

"It is said that the ghost ancestor once said that the four major killing formations are connected vertically and horizontally, and turned into a chessboard. If you move ten pieces, you can break the killing and reincarnate, and find a ray of life."

"The task of the two of you is to untie this formation before midnight. The first to break through wins."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Shu and the silver mask moved at the same time.

With their backs to the onlookers, they all stretched out their index fingers, moving and changing on the light spots ignited by the phosphorous fire.

In the first step, both of them chose the corner at the same time, but in the second step they parted ways. Xie Shu chose to leave the position and connect with each other, while Silver Mask chose the four pillars to look left.

Just like playing chess, the real chess game pays attention to no regrets, but in this battle, there are opportunities to keep trying.

In the first step, both of them moved extremely quickly without thinking, and the further they got to the back, the slower they started.

After about one incense stick, Xie Shu took the lead to move ten light beads, and the dark cloud picture flashed red, and all the light spots and silver threads returned to their positions instantly.

"My lord, you can try again." The ghost messenger reminded from the side.

"Hmm." Xie Shu's expression remained unchanged.

When he started another round of attempts, the silver mask not far away also completed the first attempt, failed like Xie Shu, and the disciples returned to their positions.

Wen Yue and Situ Yi stood under the stage, staring at their movements with full concentration, with a thin layer of sweat on their palms.

"Master, come on, come on, come on!" Situ Yi didn't dare to transmit the sound to disturb him, he muttered in a low voice, and at the same time glanced at the person who looked like Yu Zheyuan from the corner of his eye.

Wen Yue kept staring at Xie Shu closely, without even giving Silver Mask a look.

In his field of vision, Xie Shu's fingers became faster and faster, and when he moved the phosphorous fire from the lower left corner of the dark cloud map to the upper right corner, he almost drew an afterimage.

He fought repeatedly and failed again and again, and before he knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and there was still half an hour left, and it was Zishi!

Wen Yue squeezed a sweat for Xie Shu in his heart and gritted his teeth, but because of the double protection of the mask and the mask, he didn't reveal any expression on his face.

Inexplicably, he believed in Xie Shu very much, and had a premonition that they would win.

After another quarter of an hour, golden light suddenly appeared from the two dark cloud pictures at the same time. The red-golden light broke through the clouds and mist, and opened a light path in the four major killing formations.

One path leads to the left, and the other leads to the top. They are both answers to the mystery that the two of them solved—how?

The ghost envoy said loudly: "Congratulations to the two adults for breaking the formation!"

"Who is faster?"

"Which is faster?"

Due to the time-consuming and stalemate on their side, they gradually attracted a group of new audiences.

No matter Wen Yue Situ Yi or the crowd, everyone eagerly wanted to know which one was faster.

"Please don't be impatient, everyone." The ghost emissary said, "From the naked eye, the two adults completed it at the same time."

"Therefore, it is necessary to intervene in the magic weapon to judge the result."

After finishing speaking, he took out a small silver-gray compass-like disk from his sleeve, and drew a special timing formation on the disk.

"This is the micro gossip plate, everyone, please look, who is the red thin needle in the middle pointing to, and that is the one who broke the formation first!"

The ghost emissary erected the board and pointed it at the audience below.I saw the red pointer whirling around three times in a row, then swung left and right a few times, and finally landed on the left.

——That's where the silver mask is.

Wen Yue's heart beat hard? Shen!