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You must know that all the elixirs that can transform have gone through thousands of years of growth.

The elixir itself is a great tonic, and it contains a huge amount of medicinal power. If it turns into a beast, its own qi and blood don't know how thick it will be.

Although he hadn't tried it, as far as Dongfang Mo was concerned, if he bled the deer antler root and drank such a small sip, the effect would definitely far exceed the blood beads he had taken before due to the blessing of misfortune.

This is also the explanation for why Jiang Zixu still needs this transformed deer antler root to cure the stubborn diseases in his body.

Therefore, even if this deer antler root is not as good as the essence blood of an infant monk, it will definitely not be any worse than it.

If that's the case, then he's really interested in this exercise.

thought that the young man in black who almost killed him at the beginning was able to hold on for a moment in the hands of the black demon spirit monkey in the foundation building period with his strong body; There is also the powerful scene of Zao Wou-Ki relying on his physical body to shake the magic weapon. The word physical cultivation has a strong attraction for him.

At this time, the anode forging technique had been raised to the level of fifty thousand spirit stones, and there was still no intention of stopping.

"Fifty-five thousand spirit stones......"

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"Fifty-seven thousand spirit stones......

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"Fifty-nine ......"

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It won't take long for him to break through 60,000 spirit stones.

When the price exceeded 65,000, the pock-faced man before was finally defeated.

At this time, there were only two people on the field.

One was a Blood Clan monk with a faint figure and a hoarse voice. There is also a blood clan body cultivation that is strong and two heads taller than ordinary people.

"70,000 ......"

That blood clan body cultivator seemed to be determined to achieve this technique.

The people present were really shocked by this price, and they all thought that this thing must be seen by many people, and there must be very few people who are willing to pay the price.

But I didn't expect it to be raised to such an extent, it has reached the price of the previous Tissot, and looking at the posture, it is bound to surpass.

"Seventy-five ......"

Sure enough, the next moment, the hoarse-voiced Blood Clan monk broke its price.

"Boy, lend me some spirit stones!"

At this time, Dongfang Mo suddenly said to the soap-robed boy beside him.

"Why!"

The soap-robed boy raised his head arrogantly.

"It's not like I won't pay you back!"

Oriental ink road.

And the soap-robed boy no longer has any trust in him, how can he easily trust him.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo felt a little anxious in his heart, although he had a lot of other things, he should be able to exchange them for an equivalent value, or exchange them for spirit stones. But those things are all obtained from the blessed earth, and their value is immeasurable.

And the most important thing is that those things, with a strong Terran atmosphere, if they are noticed by someone here and their identities are exposed, they will play big.

Although he still has forty or fifty thousand spirit stones, it is obviously not enough, so he thought of borrowing some from the soap-robed boy.

"I promise I'll give it back to you!"

"I don't believe it!"

The soap-robed boy refused.

"You...... Then how can you borrow it? ”

Hearing this, the soap-robed boy looked happy and was about to speak.

"If you want to change the immortal root and the black whip, you don't have to think about it."

And Dongfang Mo seemed to have expected it, and blocked back what he was going to say.

Seeing this, the soap-robed boy said:

"Then it's not negotiable."

Dongfang Mo was angry and anxious, and now the time for the two to ask for the price was becoming more and more hesitant, obviously both of them were about to reach the bottom line of the price they could afford.

That anode forging technique had also broken through the price of eighty thousand spirit stones.

So after a fierce struggle, he gritted his teeth and said with an extremely solemn expression:

"Boy, if you can really take a few magic weapons that can exert the power of my bloodline in the future, I Dongfang Mo swore to the Heavenly Dao, I am willing to exchange the immortal root with you, if not, I will be sent by heaven, and I will not move forward from now on."

"Really?"

The soap-robed boy was overjoyed, if Dongfang Mokou told him that he didn't believe it, but if he swore to the heavens, it would be different.

Although this oath seems a bit mysterious, his life experience and vision are naturally not comparable to Dongfang Mo's dirt buns. He clearly knows that certain words must not be said nonsense.

Just like this oath against the Heavenly Dao, if it is violated, it will inevitably suffer a great backlash from the heart when it breaks through in the future.

Even if he can resist the demons in his heart, when he breaks through the infant stage of cultivation and takes the last step, the terrifying level of the Heavenly Dao Tribulation he has experienced, I am afraid that the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will not be able to save him.

So he said:

"Good!"

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was overjoyed.

Although he played a vivid image just now, in his heart, he really didn't take this so-called oath to heaven seriously. He wouldn't trade this immortal root for this kid, unless he was an idiot.

Although cultivators, even the most vicious ones, seem to be extremely jealous of certain things in the underworld, even if they make such an oath, they will never break it.

But Dongfang Mo has never believed in evil for those things that cannot be seen or touched.

He didn't know how serious the consequences of this small move now would be on him in the future at some point.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones!"

With the support of the soap-robed boy, Dongfang Mo did not have any scruples at all, and at this time, as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly raised the price to 100,000 spirit stones, which can be described as wealthy.

Hearing this, the other two Blood Clan monks who were bidding couldn't help frowning, they didn't expect someone to intervene halfway.

And the old man of the blood clan on the stage also looked at him in a little surprise.

However, when he saw that Dongfang Mo was in the cloak, and no matter how his divine sense swept away, he couldn't see this person's face and cultivation, so he withdrew his gaze.

Now that the dragons and snakes in the dry cliff city are mixed, many people who live in seclusion on weekdays have surfaced, so he is curious about Dongfang Mo's identity at most, but he will not act excessively.

"This fellow Daoist bid for 100,000 spirit stones, is there anything higher?"

After the old man's words fell, he paused for a few breaths, and even looked at the two Blood Clan monks who were constantly bidding before.

I saw that the blood clan body cultivator frowned together, and his expression was a little ugly.

And the hoarse voice of the Blood Clan monk, because he was hidden in the darkness, could not see joy, anger and sorrow.

"Since there is no higher word, then I will declare ......"

"One hundred thousand!"

Just as the old man was about to settle the price, the hoarse voice sounded again.

Seeing this, the old man smiled slightly, and looked at Dongfang Mo and the blood clan body cultivator again.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

Dongfang Mo sneered, and the export bidding, anyway, it wasn't his own spirit stone that was spent.

And at this moment, the soap-robed boy really gritted his teeth, Dongfang Mo's lavish bidding, he even doubted the truth of the oath.

However, although Dongfang Mo was a little shameless and extremely black-bellied, he didn't dare to violate the oath of heaven, and when he thought of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

All the Blood Clan cultivators present were taken aback when they heard this, the 150,000 spirit stones, I'm afraid they all looked like a small mountain.

Dongfang Mo was extremely satisfied with the gazes of the people around him.

This look is exactly the same as when he saw those old men carrying sedan chairs going out and buying a lot of things.

"One hundred and sixty thousand!"

And the hoarse voice didn't seem to give up.

As for the Blood Clan's body cultivator, he shook his head angrily at this time, it seemed that the price had far exceeded his limit.

"Two hundred thousand!"

And as soon as this voice fell, Dongfang Mo didn't even have a trace of hesitation, and immediately broke it.

"Wow!"

The crowd exclaimed.

I didn't expect that just a spell could be auctioned for a sky-high price of 200,000 spirit stones, what kind of concept is this.

And after Dongfang Mo's words fell, the hoarse voice finally fell silent.

"Two hundred thousand spirit stones, is there anything higher?"

The old man of the blood clan said loudly, this scene has never been seen even since the auction.

The soap-robed boy clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly.

After the old man asked three times in a row, no one made any more bids, and then it was announced that this thing belonged to Dongfang Mo.

At this time, not only Dongfang Mo, but even he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Dongfang Mo, a fool, increases the price again, the formation he needs to arrange when he goes back in the future, the spirit stone should be lacking, and I am afraid that the distance of teleportation will be shorter at that time. The shortened teleportation distance in the star field meant that he would have to walk for several more months, or even the last year.

At this time, Dongfang Mo grabbed him, afraid that he would run away, and took him to the side of the stone platform to deliver the spirit stone this time.

The soap-robed boy didn't twist it, but threw out a storage bag and slammed it on the table, obviously a little unhappy.

Dongfang Mocai didn't care what he felt at this time, just after the blood clan in the foundation building period counted some spirit stones, he treasured the palm-sized white animal skin in a box and handed it to him.

Dongfang Mo opened it and saw that it was the thing that the old man displayed on the stage just now, and he didn't dare to do anything to steal the beams and change the pillars when he wanted to come to this auction, so he put it away.

At this time, it was also the end of the auction, because he wanted to urgently study the Nassot and the anodic forging technique, he did not plan to stay any longer, and immediately pulled the soap-robed boy and walked back.

Walking out of the long underground passage, I was in a very good mood because I took pictures of two things at this time.

It wasn't until the two of them returned to the Stone House Inn that Dongfang Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, outside the stone building, a figure stopped and stood.

The man was dressed in black, with a black cloth tied around his face and forehead, and only a pair of cold eyes were exposed to his entire head. Although it is extremely tall, it appears to be a little thin.

After watching Dongfang Mo and the two enter the stone building, this person's figure moved, blended into the crowd, and also walked in.