These people's goals are all themselves.

That's right, it's yourself.

Lin Jingyun knew that Huang Yan had the Purifying Pill and the Ziyang Pill, which were very precious pills, and at the time of the auction, he couldn't get them through normal channels, but Lin Jingyun was quite unwilling, no matter what the price was, he must get it.

As for Tianhuo and Tianqing, there is no doubt that it is because at the auction, competing with himself, six million just bought a medium-grade magic weapon, suffered a big loss, and even lost almost the same amount of face, so he naturally hated himself to death.

Perhaps, he wanted to kill himself and snatch the Eagle Fire Sword and Garuda Fire Wings from his body.

As for Jiao, the target is naturally the tail of the nine-tailed demon fox.

The tail of the nine-tailed demon fox is very important to Jiaojiao, and Jiaojiao must want to get out of everything, get the tail of the nine-tailed demon fox, and absorb the power in the tail of the nine-tailed demon fox to break through the transformation period.

Naturally, the target of Jiaojiao is also himself.

It's just a pity that Jiaojiao may not know that the power in the nine-tailed demon fox has been absorbed by the little fox.

In addition to these people, there are even some other monks from major sects who are constantly searching for targets.

There is no doubt that they all want to find out who auctioned the myelin cleansing pill, and they all want to kill people and seize treasures.

Tsk, being targeted by so many people, Huang Quan felt a little embarrassed.

It's just that even if these people are eyeing themselves, they don't know who they really are.

More than once, Huang Quan felt some divine thoughts, and his gaze swept over him, but he did not stop at all.

At this moment, Huang Quan is just a dead fat man in the realm of the foundation building period, and there is nothing worth noting at all.

The tense atmosphere seems to have nothing to do with Huangquan at all.

At this moment, a monk from the Treasure Pavilion appeared in the teleportation circle, did not say a word, just silently opened the teleportation circle, and then left.

Obviously, as long as you enter the teleportation circle, you can leave from here immediately, but at this time, no one actually walked up.

For those who are casual cultivators, it's not that they are unwilling, but that they can't.

The people in front of them are all monks from major sects, and they can't get over at all, even when they leave, they are divided according to their strength and status.

Class, in the cultivation world, is more obvious than anywhere else, obviously as long as you go out first, the possibility of living is a little greater, but you just don't dare.

Seeing that the monks of those big sects left in batches through the teleportation circle, and then it was their turn to disperse.

When it came time to retreat, there were almost no rules at all, and all of them poured into the past.

Yellow Springs is also among them.

I only felt that the light in front of me suddenly flickered, and the next second the sky was spinning, and when Huang Quan opened his eyes again, he found that he had reached the foot of the mountain.

As soon as the figure appeared, Huang Quan did not hesitate at all, the wind was under his feet, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke, and suddenly roared into the distance.

At the foot of this mountain, chaos began as a large number of cultivators appeared.

I don't know who started it first, but I saw a sword light flickering, and the body of a foundation building stage cultivator suddenly fell apart, and the Qiankun bag fell directly into the hands of a Jindan stage master.

The Holocaust, has begun.

For these Jindan stage monks, they don't even care who they are targeting, as long as they are weaker than themselves, they are all objects that can be killed by themselves, even if these people don't have powerful treasures, at least there are spirit stones and pills that have just been exchanged from the Treasure Pavilion, those things are also quite precious things.

Confusion, appeared.

Powerful spells, shrouded from the sky, like a flood, raging ahead.

Under the stormy waves, a large number of cultivators died directly.

Flying swords of various colors were also constantly shuttling in mid-air, and one by one their bodies were penetrated, and the Qiankun bag was directly taken away.

In the entire Treasure Pavilion, the number of monks who appeared at one time was at least thousands, which was very amazing.

Among them, there were at least a few thousand cultivators in the foundation building period, and now, these thousands of people, in the area at the foot of this huge mountain, were almost completely the targets of slaughter.

Many people, just appeared, and when they didn't even have time to react, powerful spells smashed directly from the top of their heads, and their body souls disappeared in an instant.

There was not the slightest pity on the faces of those Jindan stage monks, there was only the coldness of the bones, and the madness of greed.

Human life, at this time, seems to have become like garbage, not worth mentioning, no one cares about these small lives, just like ants.

Some cultivators who were lucky enough to survive are desperately fleeing.

I just hope that I can leave here quickly with my wealth.

This is the cultivation world, a cruel and bloody world without any feelings.

In this world, the rule of strength is respected and the law of the jungle has been interpreted to the limit.

The people of the Xuannu Sect have already left.

There are also some other people from the big sects who have also disappeared here, and these people don't have much interest in this kind of low-level thing.

But Huang Quan noticed that Tianhuo, Tianqing Zhenren, Lin Jingyun, and even Jiaojiao did not leave, and they didn't even do much.

Lin Jingyun and Jiaojiao are looking for their goals in the crowd.

However, Tianhuo and Tianqing were caught in a fight, Tianqing Zhenren, the master of the noble Yuan infancy, this kind of old monster shot, almost no one could resist it.

Six million.

Six million were spent, a piece of garbage was purchased.

If you can't fill this gap, after you go back, there is no way to explain to the sect at all, so these two people are now the two craziest people, killing people when they see them, no matter who they are.

Even those powerful Jindan period monks would become the target of the two of them, as long as they could fill the gap on their bodies, these two would do anything.

In a short period of time, the ground has been covered with broken corpses, the blood has almost stained the ground, the pungent smell of blood is everywhere, and the entire space seems to be filled with a layer of red mist, and Huang Quan has finally seen how cruel this world is.

Not suppressing his own speed, Huang Quan's body was like a wisp of fresh wind sweeping past, and he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

In this chaotic place, even the Yellow Springs are quite dangerous.

Huang Quan didn't take the initiative to attack the others, but he was targeted by some people, a monk in the Jindan period, with a cold smile on his face, his mouth open, and a golden flying sword, suddenly roaring from mid-air.

This dead fat man, his speed is so fast, looking at this kind of appearance, there should be a lot of good things on his body, this kind of goal is absolutely impossible to let go.

Kill him.

Look for death!

Huang Quan's eyes flickered with coldness, he didn't look back, his chubby palm suddenly stretched out behind him, and grabbed the sharp flying sword.

It's really rampant, and you actually want to grab your own flying sword with your body? This is looking for death.

The flying sword will immediately strangle this guy's entire arm to pieces.

But...... Soon, the face of the Jindan stage monk suddenly stiffened.

The flying sword was really caught by Huang Quan, and there was not the slightest wound on those fingers, but the flying sword, like a loach, struggled desperately in Huang Quan's palm.

But no matter what, he couldn't break free.

The Jindan period monk's face changed greatly, and he desperately urged to withdraw his flying sword.

It's just a pity that Huang Quan's palm suddenly exerted force, only a crisp sound was heard, and the flying sword forged from fine iron and bronze shattered into slag almost instantly, scattering from Huang Quan's palm.

Poof......

The flying sword is connected to his own golden pill.

The flying sword was destroyed, and a crack suddenly appeared on the golden pill of this Jindan period monk.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

This is just a monk in the foundation building period, how can he have such great strength?

A flash of suspicion suddenly flashed in his mind, but before this person could figure out what was going on, a sword light passed through his chest behind him, and this Jindan stage monk was also directly killed.