At the same time, with a muffled sound of "boom", a rolling black flame suddenly erupted in the center of the first floor of the trading hall, instantly covering a scale of dozens of zhang, and all the monks in this direction were all covered in the middle of the black flame.

And the two big black hands that had seized the treasure disappeared casually.

It's a long story. But in the blink of an eye, except for Zhao Changfeng, Li Qingshan, Yun Yao Fairy, Kuai Wuji, and a small number of people in the quiet room, they saw the whole process clearly. None of the monks in the hall on the first floor could see what was happening.

A sharp scream suddenly sounded at the same moment, followed by a loud "thunderclap", and the monks who were shrouded in black flames actually exploded and died.

The thick smell of blood filled the hall in an instant.

And the black flame suddenly turned into a viscous blood flame.

A large ball of blood flames gathered towards the center, and in an instant, it turned into a blood-colored giant lion with a body length of dozens of zhang, and with a roar, its claws rose into the air, and rushed towards Zhao Changfeng and the others on the trading table.

"Look for death!"

Kuai Wuji shouted vigorously, his figure flickered, and he rushed towards the blood lion, the golden light flashed in his hand, and an extra golden long stick appeared, and with a wave of his arm, he smashed it head-on at the blood-colored giant lion.

Li Qingshan raised his hand, light and shadow flashed, and other treasures on several jade cases flew out one after another.

Yun Yao's figure flew back like a light smoke, the sleeves of his robe shook, and a ball of white light flew out, and the group of white-clothed waiters after his death seemed to teleport away from the auction table.

Zhao Changfeng's figure flickered and disappeared casually, but the next moment, it was presented on the right side of the hall on the first floor, and with a wave of the sharp blade in his hand, he slashed at the void above the heads of a group of monks.

"Old fellow, your eyes are pretty pointy!"

A man's voice suddenly sounded, and with the sound, above the heads of the group of monks, a strong man in a red robe with an ugly face and his nostrils turned out, black flames rolled around him, and his left hand was raised, and he punched the long knife in Zhao Changfeng's hand.

His right hand struck the wall beside him like lightning.

A loud sound like a symphony of gold and iron came, and the fist shadow smashed on the blade in Zhao Changfeng's hand, Zhao Changfeng was actually withdrawn dozens of zhang away by a punch, and one arm holding the knife trembled slightly, and the wall that was originally soaked in prohibition and even Da Luo Jinxian was difficult to easily shatter, and was suddenly blasted out of a big hole by a punch from a strong man in a red robe.

The strong man in the red robe escaped from the big hole with the power of Zhao Changfeng's sword, and the broken places above the wall shone one with magic patterns, as if his limbs had already been laid off.

The swords and fists intersected, and the violent spiritual power flew down, and the thousands of monks around them did not scream, and their figures were already torn apart by the huge force.

The monks sitting in this remote place were originally some immortals with low mana who entered the hall for free, and they didn't have the financial resources to take any treasures, so they just wanted to open their eyes and see the enthusiasm, but they didn't expect to lose their lives for no reason.

The blood-colored giant lion seemed to be unscrupulous, but it couldn't withstand the blow of Kuai Wuji's blow, and in the loud bang, it turned into a rain of blood and splashed towards Zhou, and these blood rains fell on the monks in the hall, and there were bursts of screams again.

In the sound of sizzling, the monks who were raining blood on their bodies were quickly corroded into large holes in their bodies.

"Guard the hall, the old man will go back when he goes!"

Before Zhao Changfeng could speak, his figure had disappeared, but he followed the strong man in red robe out of the big hole.

In the quiet room, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Courtyard forcibly restrained their excitement to make a move.

The person who was fighting for the treasure was obviously a Nine Heavens Demon Lord whose magical powers were not inferior to Zhao Changfeng, maybe even stronger than his magical powers, and his methods were extremely ruthless, and he actually killed many monks to whitewash his purpose of escaping.

When this person was hiding and fleeing towards the right side of the hall, the disciples of Wuwei Sect even discovered his trace one step earlier than Chen Changfeng, but they didn't dare to make a rash move, for fear of harming the pond fish, but they didn't expect that after all, so many monks still died tragically.

At this moment, the Elders of Bright Moon City don't know how many people have been laid down in this trading hall after all, once they make a move, it's okay to stop the other party, but if they can't stop it, I'm afraid that they will be mistaken by the Elders of Bright Moon City for this person's assistant, causing unnecessary trouble.

"It's weird, after all, what kind of treasure actually caused such a strong gangster!"

The iron head muttered with a look of shock on his face.

And all the monks who were still alive in the hall had such an idea.

In another quiet room, a young woman dressed in an emerald green palace dress had a frosty face, and her body trembled slightly.

After the woman's death, there stood a silver-robed young man with a fierce face, his fists clenched, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

"Damn, how does this bastard know what the finale is?"

In another quiet room not far from the quiet room of the green-shirted woman, a handsome young man in a brocade robe and jade belt frowned tightly and muttered.

Originally, there were seven or eight female cultivators like flowers and jade around the young man, but at this moment, they were all standing without standing or sitting, and their faces were disfigured.

Screams, swearing, and buzzing echoes in the hall, and there was chaos everywhere, especially the monks who had been sitting directly in front of the trading desk, and in the direction of the right side of the hall, who had been lucky enough to escape their lives, moved towards the rest of the place.

The monks who have lived in Bright Moon City for a long time understand that before the auction ends, there is no way for any monk in the hall on the first floor to leave the hall, unless the guards who are guarding the auction open the hall and prohibit it, and then the world will be teleported out in turn.

"Everyone, don't panic, please sit back in your original seats, this person can't escape!"

Kuai Wuji's loud voice instantly overpowered the noise in the hall.

This sound was followed by a mountain of spiritual pressure, and the monks who were running around secretly tightened their hearts and hurriedly returned to their seats.

These monks were not stupid, they also knew that the treasure snatcher was now free and would not return, but the horror in the hearts of the world was difficult to dismiss for a moment.

After the moment when there was a pillar of incense, there was a sudden flash of light and shadow on the trading table, and there were two more men.

In the meantime, one person was Zhao Changfeng, who had just chased him out.

Another man in a brocade robe and jade crown, in his teens, with a white face and a beardless face, and an average face, but a pair of pupils were shining, so bright that people didn't dare to look at them.

Judging from the spiritual pressure exuded from his body, it is not weaker than Zhao Changfeng.

"There were some accidents just now, so that you were frightened, today's auction will end here for the time being, as for the one who has paid the spirit stone just now, please come with the old man, the old man will return the spirit stone, and will give some appropriate compensation. And those who are injured, compared to those who leave the market, can also return to the trading hall from the beginning, and the old man will also compensate!"

Zhao Changfeng's gaze swept over the group of monks below and said slowly. seems to be quiet, but it is difficult to hide depression and frustration in his words!

Needless to say, the world also knows that the treasure robbers have fled.

Then, without waiting for the world to think about it, the light and shadow in the hall suddenly shone brightly, and the monks in a hall on the left tightened the space around their bodies, and were wrapped in white light, and the next moment, these thousands of people were actually teleported away together, and their figures appeared on the square in front of the hall.

From left to right, room room, room room, room ...... The forbidden aura lit up in turn.

Eighty-seven dreams and nine skies

Not long after, the figures of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy walked out from the exit of the trading hall.

Unlike the monks in the hall on the first floor, the monks in the ashram cannot be teleported directly.

The square was already full of people, and people of merit talked about it in various ways, and those who were shrewd and low-minded were scattered one after another, and the battle between Da Luo Jin Xian and the Nine Heavens Demon Lord was not something that they low-level immortals could mix, and if they were not careful, their lives would be over.

The disciples of the Wuwei Sect didn't linger too much, and they passed through the flow of people unhurriedly and headed towards the Star Dou Pavilion.

And after the death of the man, he followed the other two monks not far away.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old white-clothed young man with a round face and a smiling face, and another green-robed man with an average face, ten years old, with a golden ring on his head, the two of them were talking and laughing, judging from the spiritual pressure exuding from his body, it seemed to be two monks from the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"My lord, I'm afraid these two guys don't have any good intentions, do you want to get them fruitful?"

The iron head suddenly spoke, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"With your current supernatural powers, you can't kill them, let's go, find a quiet place, and don't come back to Star Dou Pavilion for the time being!"

The disciples of Wuwei Sect are the same as Chuanyin said.

These two monks of the Demon Lord realm have excellent hidden magical powers, and they don't even leak the demonic energy in their bodies a little, but they can't hide their divine sense from them, as for why they follow people after they die, maybe it's because they also took pictures of several treasures just now, and they were missed.

Hearing the voice of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, Tie Tou's heart was lightly frozen, and then. The lead turned into another street.

People walked through the streets in a hurry, and from time to time they easily exchanged words. It was as if there was no stalking after death.

After a full pillar of incense, the two young men were still patiently embellished after the death of the person.

And the monks of Zhou gradually decreased. The construction on both sides of the street has also changed from a warm shop to a building where ordinary immortals live.

If you cross a few more streets, there is a Yingxian Hall for foreign monks to rent temporarily.

When he walked to a quiet street corner, the white-robed young man suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, frowned, and said, "No, I remember that there don't seem to be many Golden Immortal Monks living in this Yingxian Pavilion!"