Hearing this, Ling Yi was stunned, and then looked at him with a look that made Dongfang Mo feel uncomfortable, and said with an evil smile:

"Brother Dongfang, Xiao Sheng can sincerely warn you, you had better not have any interaction with the Nether Fairy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf it weren't for the fact that the teleportation place was the closest to this island, Xiao Sheng would never have chosen to come to Netherworld. ”

"Why is that?"

Seeing that Ling Yi seemed to be extremely jealous of the Nether Fairy, Dongfang Mo was puzzled.

"Hey, hey, Brother Dongfang will slowly find out in the future." After Ling Yi dropped an inexplicable word, he left with Xia Qingyi, leaving only Dongfang Mo in confusion.

Dongfang Mo carefully analyzed the meaning of Ling Yi's words, but he couldn't think of a reason from beginning to end. Then he pursed his lips, turned back to the stone house, and closed the door tightly.

……

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

On this day, Dongfang Mo and Ling Yi, who was wearing a mask, and Xia Qingyi, who was wearing a palace dress and a cloak on his head, walked together on the streets of the Netherworld Island.

After this woman and Ling Yi left that day, they really found the monk who knew the Dan Dao. The two spent a lot of money to get some elixirs from him that could temporarily delay the outbreak of bitterness.

It's only been two months, and even after suppressing the bitterness for some time, the mana in Ling Yi's body has completely reduced to the level of the Qi refining period. And when all his mana is gone, then the bitterness will erupt, and his body will gradually corrode.

Fortunately, now that the auction has opened, if he can find some magical heaven and earth elixirs, combined with the method of medicinal baths, maybe he can unravel the bitterness on his body, which is also the only way he can think of at present.

And it is worth mentioning that because of the Great War in the Eastern Regions, many casual cultivators have rushed to the East China Sea in the past two months. The number of people on the Netherworld Island is now more than double that of two months ago.

The three of them followed the crowd towards the front, and they learned that the auction on Netherworld was held in a huge underground palace. And the existence of the underground palace is naturally to prevent people with bad intentions from making trouble at the auction and causing any trouble.

And to Dongfang Mo's surprise, this auction was completely different from the blood auction he had experienced in the past, as well as the Demon Yang auction.

Strictly speaking, this auction should not be called an auction, but rather an exchange meeting.

Because everyone who comes here can go on stage as the main bidder, and openly show what he wants to auction. During this time, set the price yourself, and you can even specify the exchange for something.

This kind of auction method is unheard of by Dongfang Mo, but after thinking about it carefully, I feel that this method actually has certain merits.

It's just that when he learned that everyone who entered the auction needed to pay 10,000 spirit stones, he was a little disdainful of the Nether Fairy's practices.

Although she would not draw a certain share of the spirit stones from them like usual auctions, it seemed that she would be more ruthless in doing so.

The three of them soon came to the entrance of the underground palace, and after paying 30,000 spirit stones, they stepped into it.

The dungeon, like most auction venues, is arranged in some kind of formation, and the area is larger than it looks from the outside, and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

When they arrived here, it was already a sea of people, and more than half of them were monks in the foundation building period, and a small half were cultivators in the Ning Dan realm. There were also Infant Transformation Realm cultivators, but the number was extremely small, Dongfang Mo looked around, and only felt that the aura of three or five people was unfathomable.

But what attracted his attention the most was that in the middle of the underground palace, there were five circular stone platforms with a height of about one zhang. There was nothing else in the dungeon except for these five stone platforms, not even a place to sit. So all of you here, no matter what kind of cultivation you are, are all standing.

The arrival of Dongfang Mo and the three did not attract anyone's attention, and they were quickly drowned in the crowd.

The three of them came to stand between the two stone platforms, and at this time, a repulsive force on Dongfang Mo's body faintly emanated, blocking the approaching people from three feet away from them.

Many people turned around one after another and looked at him angrily, but Dongfang Mo didn't even look at everyone's gaze. As long as he is not a Infant Transformation Realm cultivator, he is not afraid of offending people. Because here, low-key is useless, so it's better to be public.

Next, the three of them looked up at the two stone platforms that were not far apart.

I saw that there were already two monks from the Ning Dan Realm on the stone platform, and they couldn't wait to stand on it. One of them was a man in a black robe, and the other was a young man with an ordinary appearance.

"There is a middle-level magic weapon in my lower hand, this thing is called the Qilin Spear, which is made by an elder of the Zhao family. After the elder of the Zhao family was seriously injured that day, he was surrounded and killed by more than ten people including me, and he got this treasure by luck. Don't talk nonsense, only accept spirit stones, do not accept the equivalent exchange, the reserve price is 400,000, you Taoist friends, let's start. ”

I saw the black-robed man on the stone platform on the left, first waved a strangely shaped spear in his hand, and after showing the power of this thing, he spoke loudly, and his words were full of domineering.

When Dongfang Mo heard the word Zhao family, he immediately thought of Zhao Wouji. Unexpectedly, this person dared not shy away from saying that the unicorn spear was from the hands of an elder of the Zhao family's Infant Transformation Realm, and even told the story of the elder being besieged and killed, which really made Dongfang Mo sweat.

If you dare to say this kind of thing in the Eastern Regions and let the people of the Zhao family know, I'm afraid you won't know how to die.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand."

……

"Four hundred and eighty thousand."

……

And as his words fell, the sound of bidding sounded below.

After all, when the black-robed man used the spear before, everyone did feel a terrifying oppression, and it was indeed a mid-level magic weapon.

Dongfang Mo was not interested in this object, so he set his eyes on the young man on another stone platform.

And what this person took out was a fist-sized black iron ore.

"A piece of deep-sea rebar iron can be used as the main material for refining magic weapons, only spirit stones are accepted, and nothing else is accepted, the low price is 50,000, and the ...... begins"

The things this person took out were obviously not as good as the black-robed man's unicorn gun. However, there are still many people who bid loudly, and they are not cold.

When Dongfang Mo looked at the other three stone platforms in the distance, he found that the things that these people took out, placed on weekdays, were rare treasures, and they were indeed attractive. And most of them only need spirit stones and don't accept anything else.

Just as he was amazed, an old voice that made Xia Qingyi and Ling Yi's expressions move suddenly came.

"1,300 years of green Luo flowers, one ......"