Even people or objects can feel it in an isolated space. But it has a limitation that the fragments cannot be repaired after ten uses. ”

"Okay, let's move on to the auction. Don't talk nonsense. A rude voice came from the box, urging.

Listening to his tone, he seemed to be in a hurry, Lu Xingchen thought about it and understood.

The power of time, the disciple of the Huangquan Ghost Mother, has just obtained the power of time.

They did not find him with this compass. After all, in Song Yi's realm, all spiritual trees held the power of time, not to mention the heavenly monks.

But the monks who have gained the power of time should stay in the ghost world. After all, he was a disciple of the Huangquan Ghost Mother.

"Don't worry, dear guest. I have one more thing to auction. The middle-aged man replied: "At the same time, there is also news about the auction of the compass." ”

The artifact used for projection is broken. Lu Xingchen saw from the side how the monks who participated in the auction thought and gained the power of time.

Magic weapons, which are almost impossible to break without directly attacking the body. Guangkun Pavilion is such a rich and powerful person. Their auction certainly doesn't use inferior magic tools, but it was unexpectedly broken.

It seems that their temporal power over the monks is inevitable. They shouldn't be afraid of offending Huangquan's ghost mother, but also get the power of time.

There was an embarrassment on the faces of the middle-aged people, but their hearts were ecstatic. The more enthusiastic these people are, the more expensive the tracker will be, hundreds of times the original price.

"Dear Taoist friends, this is our Guangkun Pavilion. We haven't taken this situation into account, so there are no spare instruments. Now we raise our hands and shout in the most traditional way. If the price is high, we won't say much. ”

"Start the auction, tracking board, semi-artefacts, the price is three hundred billion spirit stones, auction now!"

"40 million years!" After a while, a greyfriar sitting below raised his hand and shouted.

This person's behavior was like a start, and countless people stood up and shouted for the price.

Lu Xingchen didn't want to say much about the next situation, there was only one word that could sum it up, that is, hungry wolves grabbed meat. The monk is like crazy, crazy about the price increase.

Whether it's the VIP monks in the box or the monks in the ordinary seats, they are crazy. In particular, those monks who maliciously raised prices were even more unscrupulous. Because of the ghost world, others don't know who they are. Even if they raise the price and hurt Heavenly Court, it will be nothing

relationship.

Lu Xingchen looked at each other. Although they can't see each other's faces, they both feel that they don't have the power of time, which is a good thing. If we could get the power of time, the trackers in today's auction would be semi-artefacts that endanger their lives.

The auction lasted two days. Aside from the heat caused by the first tracker, the treasures below, although they all have price tags, are all better than it, but they don't get a better price.

However, there are a few people who are satisfied that they did not go through. They snatched several vials of animal blood essence and some auxiliary semi-magical tools, all rare treasures, including an alchemical tripod.

Perhaps the monks also expected future auctions, as well as semi-artifacts similar to tracking plates, but they did not pay attention to other auctions. Therefore, there were not many monks competing with Lu Xingchen. Two days are coming.

At the end of the auction, after two days of auction, all the monks were even more excited.

"For this auction, we have prepared 18 pressed items. The middle-aged man smiled mysteriously.

Then the four monks lifted a long plate to the platform, covered with red silk.

Everyone's attention was focused. The middle-aged man held up the red silk, eighteen faces were large, three purple crystal hands were used to depict the spiritual patterns on both sides, and there were eighteen tracking boards!

You don't need to see the face of the person who was auctioning the tracking board in the VIP box just now. Lu Xingchen could imagine that his face must have stinked.

Qing Lingzi couldn't help but complain: "Is Brother Guangkun making a feud with the ghost mother, or is he making a feud with that monk?"

Hearing this, Xiong Ba's eyes flashed with doubt, and Qing Lingzi's words inadvertently reminded him.

"At odds with the monk. They want to do business in the ghost world. Lu Xingchen joked.

"What do you mean by pavilion?" A woman's angry voice came from the VIP box.

"Listen to the younger generation. The middle-aged man seemed to know the woman who spoke. They lowered their bodies and comforted her.

"Yes. "The woman's tone is much slower.

"Yes. The middle-aged man nodded, pointed to the eighteen compasses and said, "Dear Taoist friends, these eighteen compasses are copies of the tracking disk." "They can only inherit 50% of the power of the original product and can only use it 5 times. The tracking range is half that of the original. ”

At this moment, the woman lost her voice, grabbed a wig, and lost her reputation.

But even so, the 18-sided compass is a great alternative for those who haven't photographed the real thing before.

"Eighteen imitation tracking disks, magical tools, began with more than a billion spiritual hours. ”

After that, the middleman waited with anticrative expectation and auctioned off the track pallet again. Unfortunately, this is unrealistic. It took a long time for a monk to make a suggestion.

"Eleven million".

Then there are three, three, two or two friars offered, but in the VIP box, no one offered.

"Let's go. The auction is over. Xiong Ba said that he was a bit tall.

Several of Lu Xingchen's people did not answer.

Zhou Yang wanted to stay, so he went to the hotel that had been negotiated.

"This is for you, friend on the road. In the room, Song Yi took out the hard bottle from the storage ring and said, "It's too late to give it to you at the beginning of the war." "Now it's your turn. ”

"Good". After Lu Xingchen received this jar, he felt that it had a lifespan of 15,000 years.

"The path, it's mine. The green collar also gave his blue eye jar to Lu Xingchen.

"Stars. Here you go. Hongqiao also took out the jar.

"Okay. ”

Every time Lu Xingchen got it, he felt that Hongqiao and Qinglingzi had a lifespan of more than 10,000 years. Song Yi's jar is only 15,000 years old, and he is still amazed by it.

The disciples of the Qianshui Sect are all dead. Their souls live for at least 10,000 years. In addition to the souls obtained in the Dragon Tortoise family, it should have around 20,000.

Unless he didn't collect the souls of the dead disciples of the Qian Shui Sect. It seems that he has been misunderstanding him.

"It's time. Let's go. ”

At noon, Lu Xingchen and the five walked out of the inn and retreated. As soon as they went out, Song Junzi came up.

"My Ohan jar, do you need it?" He and Zhou Yang didn't live long, but they also had thousands of years.

"No, you can exchange some artifacts and elixirs for yourself. "Shake your head," Lu Xing said.

When they came out, Xiong Ba and the four of them were waiting. They seem to be afraid to run away. Xiong Ba saw Lu Xingchen's five people and didn't ask where Zhou Yang went. He said he was leaving.

A group of people went out of town. After the inspection, Xiong Ba summoned his mount, a hundred-meter-long knife, a black-headed centipede. It is also hidden from view.

People walked up, the black centipede hissed, and then jumped into the sky and flew in the direction of the Five Spirit Realm.

The sun is burning, and the stars are bored looking at the scenery along the way and discovering that the ghost world is really beautiful. Everywhere is the smell of birds and flowers. Aside from all sorts of faceless monsters and beasts, they really are a paradise.