"Can you make it clearer?" Wang Lin was very confused, he didn't understand how the place of residence of the human race could be related to the ancestors of the Shura tribe, this was completely illogical.

But when he finished asking, a question suddenly came to his mind: the Scarlet Land, the Scarlet Crystal, and the unique evil aura, as well as the previous legend, the Land of the Fall of Great Power.

It seemed that suddenly Wang Lin understood a lot of questions, he seemed to know what Luo Sleeve was talking about, and finally knew why Luo Sleeve came to the Scarlet Land.

Sure enough, Luo Sleeve explained: "Although my ancestor has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, the clan has never given up searching, and later, because of some accidents, it was finally confirmed that the ancestor fell on the continent of the gods, so I came here to get the bones of my ancestors, bring them back to my hometown, and return to my roots." ”

"What you said is very good, but how can you prove that you are from the Shura clan?" This time Wang Lin didn't speak, and Bai Mo looked at Luo Sleeve and said coldly.

"In this way, it should be okay, I believe that no one can imitate the breath of my Shura clan. ”

Luo Sleeve obviously knew that it was impossible for the two of them to easily believe their words, and the breath on her body when she stood up was emanated, and the red aura seemed to affect people's minds, which was extremely weird, and at the same time, her hair turned pink, her eyes also showed pale red, and a simple symbol appeared on her forehead, showing her noble temperament.

Wang Lin and the others looked at the changes in Luo Sleeve, and were slightly surprised in their hearts, although they had never seen anyone from the Shura tribe, they knew a lot, this kind of aura and the quaint symbol were indeed unique to the Shura tribe.

However, Luo Sleeve seems to have an extra noble temperament, just like the kind of temperament that has been cultivated after staying in the top position for a long time.

In a moment, Luo Sleeve changed back to her original appearance, if she was a noble witch just now, then now she is a charming human being, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't guess the relationship between the two at all.

"Tell us who you are so decisively, and you just believe that we won't spread the word, or do you believe that we will help you?"

Wang Lin looked at Luo Sleeve, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was radiant.

Luo Sleeve shook his head, his tone was a little sluggish, and he sighed a little, "I don't know, but I know that as you just said, I don't have much time, this is my last chance, if I fail, there will be no ......"

Luo Sleeve didn't finish her words, Wang Lin didn't ask her what she didn't have, but frowned and whispered, "What chance?"

"The Bloody Cave opens every five years, and after I came here, I could feel the breath of my ancestors inside, but I couldn't reach the end twice, as if something was deliberately blocking me, and half a year later was my last time breaking in, and it was also the last life of the Bloody Cave. ”

"After this time, the space there will crumble, and the entire bloody cavern will be buried in nothingness, and no one can find it again. Luo Sleeve said slowly.

So that's the case, after Wang Lin and Bai Mo heard it, they understood it in their hearts, and opened their mouths and said: "We helped you, not for your face, but for the face of the Shura clan who once resisted foreign invasion together. ”

"Thank you, but I still hope that your strength can be improved again, so that you can have a greater certainty, the Blood Demon Cave is not something ordinary people can go to. Luo Sleeve said gratefully, no matter whose face it was, in short, she knew that no matter whether it was successful or not, the Shura clan owed them a favor.

"Half a year is enough for us to improve. ”

"I will do my best to help you, the resources I have accumulated over the years are not small, especially the fragments of the Great Dao, which may still have some effect on you. ”

"Hehe, thank you very much. ”

............

So Wang Lin and Bai Mo stayed here in Luo Sleeve, but within a few days, a grand event for Bloody Night City arrived, and the auction was officially held.

Early in the morning, Wang Lin and Bai Mo accompanied Luo Sleeve to the place where the auction was held, followed by Luo Sleeve's maid Xiaoqing, and a man in the early stage of the royal rank, named Lin Ying.

Several people were greeted by the waiters standing at the door, and guided a VIP room, knowing that the names and appearances of the eight kings of Blood Night City had long been imprinted in the minds of these waiters, and they did not dare to slack off at all.

A few of them came early and had nothing to do, so they had to pay attention to the monks who arrived.

Gradually, the auction hall became lively, and people continued to come in one after another, and the noise sounded one after another, but these people were not treated so well, and they could only sit in the hall.

Finally, another guest of honor came, and it was the Ghost Claw King among the Eight Kings. The Ghost Claw King was a thin old man, a little old in appearance, but his eyes were shining, and his hands were hidden in his wide sleeves, followed by two of his subordinates, all of whom were of royal rank.

The Ghost Claw King was also led to a VIP room, perhaps his arrival caused the beginning, and several kings came one after another, causing everyone at the door to marvel and dodge.

There are several kings who have come to the king of war, the king of the west and the king of the south, as for the king of the east and the king of the north who have a little 'relationship' with Wang Lin and the two of them, they have not yet arrived, and the most mysterious king of blood killing has not yet arrived, in fact, Wang Lin has been in the land of blood for a few months, but there is only one impression of this blood killing king who has never seen a trace, it is so well hidden, only his name is heard, and he is not seen.

Wang Lin stared at the people who came, his eyes wandering, and he was silent.

The King of War, as his name suggests, is a big man with an extremely burly figure, standing there like a hill, even if he doesn't make a move, he will give people a kind of oppressive force.

King Nan, wearing a black cloak, gives people the feeling of hiding in the dark, and occasionally there is a burst of laughter, which makes people shudder, just like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, insidious and vicious.

King Xi is a very low-key old man, so low-key that he can't feel his breath when he stands there, just like an old man who has no cultivation.

But among these three people, the most alarming thing for Wang Lin was this West King, who already knew from Luo Sleeve that the West King was the first king of Blood Night City, and his strength was unfathomable, and he had been here for nearly two hundred years.

Luo Sleeve guessed that he estimated that he had reached the half-step emperor level, and he could break through at any time, but he didn't dare to break through here.

There is a rule in the auction house that no customers will be admitted within half an hour before the auction starts, no matter who you are. And just when Wang Lin was thinking, the East King and the North King both arrived at the moment when they were about to close the door, and the two arrived together, and they talked and laughed, looking like confidants.

Wang Lin looked at these two people and knew that they must have become so good because of their relationship, you must know that the relationship between the two had not reached this level before.

The news of their own place here in Luo Sleeve, these two must have known, and they probably guessed that they had formed an alliance with Luo Sleeve, so that's why this is the case.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Lin sat aside, closed his eyes and began to cultivate, he was only interested in the Eight Kings, and he was not interested in other monks, but unfortunately, until now, the mysterious Blood Killing King did not come, and the sword idiot who was a friend of one side did not come either.

Luo Sleeve and the others in the room looked at Wang Lin who was cultivating with his eyes closed and Bai Mo who had been cultivating, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes, in this case, both of them could still cultivate, no wonder they had such strength at a young age.

While people were waiting, the auction finally began, and Wang Lin and Bai Mo also opened their eyes and looked at the field, although they didn't know if there was anything they needed, but it was always good to see it.

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