Ten million high-grade yuan stones is a huge wealth for a martial saint, but now it is obviously a big PK of wealth, and ten million is just a wave in the big river on this occasion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the bid of the Martial Saint at that early stage also broke the previous deadlock, and the bidding price exploded.

"100 million!"

"Three hundred million!"

"Seven hundred million!"

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The bidding price is crazy in the form of hundreds of millions, but such bidding prices are just appetizers. The martial saint who shouted hundreds of millions knew the price he shouted, and he couldn't auction the anti-heaven thing on the auction table at all, but he still couldn't help shouting out.

To participate, to participate in this historical moment, to participate in the creation of legends, is a strong stroke in life, even if you can't get it, it is the supreme honor.

The scene was crazy, one by one standing up and posing in various poses, shouting out the price point in their own unique tone.

It's a bit ridiculous to be seventy or eighty years old, and it's still cute! But at this time, no one in the audience laughed at it. In the course of life, you have to leave something worth remembering for yourself, and it is clear that this is to participate in it and leave a throbbing in the dull years.

I can't shoot the thing that goes against the sky, it's a little mutilated or regretful, but the mutilation sometimes looks more beautiful, and it is enough to leave a figure in such a grand event!

The bidding price is soaring at a rocket-like speed, and there is no need for the sensationalism of the gold medal auctioneer surnamed Cui, and there is no countdown situation.

The dominant-level forces are all silent, and the small and medium-sized forces and the forces of the temporary group are performing to their heart's content, and things will definitely not be able to be filmed, just for fun.

The price soared to 10 billion, which is an astronomical amount for an individual, but for a force, it is nothing, the scene is still lively, and the sound of bidding comes and goes.

"100 billion!"

The sound was not loud, but it suppressed all the noise. The numbers are too scary, and the forces of small and medium-sized forces and temporary groups are out of reach, and only dominant-level forces have such courage and courage.

The small and medium-sized forces and the forces of the temporary group know that their stage has left, and next, it is the turn of the major dominant-level forces to take the stage.

"111 billion!"

"Twelve hundred billion!"

"Thirteen billion!"

......

The number jumped by 10 billion, and envy and decadence were written all over the faces of the martial saints of small and medium-sized forces and temporary group forces. Such a number was enough to crush them, and the major dominant-level forces jumped out without care. This is the essence of the dominant-level forces, and they are out of reach.

"Three hundred billion!"

The sound of gasping for cold air rang out. This number was too terrifying, and the martial saints present felt tingling on their scalps when they heard this number. The unit of value of the number is high-grade yuanshi, not low-grade yuanshi, if it is converted into low-grade yuanshi, it is calculated in trillions.

Three hundred billion high-grade yuan stones, just thinking about it, makes people's hearts tremble, even if it is a dominant-level force with strong financial resources, it will hurt the muscles and bones.

The voice came from the east side of the fourth floor, and the person who quoted was an old man with a pale face, only skin and bones remained, and a rotten aura emanated, and the fire of life was very weak, and time was running out.

"Who is this?"

Most of the Martial Saints don't know each other. Such an old man has lived for a long time, when they were dominant, most of the martial saints present had not yet been born, and by the time most of the martial saints appeared on the stage, such old men rarely appeared, and they were all surviving with various secret methods.

"Wang Ran, old ghost, added to 300 billion in one go, trying to scare us away, the abacus was loud enough, but it was wrong!"

The voice is very old, with the taste of endless vicissitudes, and it also has a sense of determination.

There was an uproar at the scene, and Dao Dao exclaimed: "Wang Ran, the ancestor of the Northern Alliance, at least five thousand years old, is still alive!"

Looking at that area, he was not the only old monster like Wang Ran. That area is where the martial saints of the Four Alliances are sitting, so it is not difficult to guess the identities of several old monsters.

ASEAN ancestor - Li Qingxi

The ancestor of the Southern Alliance - Zhang Buchu

The ancestor of the Western League - Zhao Xilai

The ancestor of Shenwumen - Ma Xiao

These old monsters, without exception, exude the aura of decay. I don't know what secret method they used to survive until now. Don't look at such old monsters one by one, once they fight hard, the peak martial saint can't last a few rounds in their hands.

"Brother Kong Hao, I'm waiting to fight to the death, isn't it cheap for others, as long as you are willing to let go, I will inherit your favor from the four alliances!" Wang Ran's words carried the meaning of begging.

Kong Hao - the ancestor of the Central Alliance, and in the area of the Central Alliance, there are also as many as five old monsters.

The Martial Saint who had good things counted it at this time, and there were as many as fifty such old monsters in this auction. This shocked the hearts of the martial saints who participated in the auction, these old monsters were reborn, and the entire continent was bound to have violent turmoil.

"The face of the Four Alliances is so big! I'm afraid that your favor is the favor of the wolf's ambition! Destroy the forces of my Holy Realm Shenmeng City, and you still have the face to say such things today, shameless! If this kind of resource is obtained by your Four Alliances again, where is there still a way for me to live? Three hundred billion and one million!"

A strange laugh rang out, and the anger in his words was unquenchable, and at the same time, he stumbled to the end, and raised the price.

It was Yang Tianchong, the ancestor of Shenwang City, who spoke, and at this time, his eyes were glaring at several old ghosts of the Four Alliances. After the four alliances destroyed the forces of Shenmeng City, they set their sights on the forces of Shenwang City, but fortunately, the two forces of Shenwang and Shenxi acted together. Rao is like this, they still suffer a lot of losses.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed! They regarded Wang Ran's right to speak as a fart.

"Three hundred billion twenty million!"

"Three hundred billion thirty million!"

"Three hundred billion and fifty million!"

"Three hundred billion seventy million!"

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Bidding prices are refreshed again and again. In the new round of bidding, the Four Alliances, the Central Alliance, the Six Small Worlds, and the Holy Realm forces were all dragged into the whirlpool of price wars.

A martial saint of the Holy Courtyard showed a wry smile, and a feeling of powerlessness welled up in his heart. The Holy Courtyard is the leader of the entire continent, and the number of martial saints who came to participate in the auction this time is as many as 30,000, and the number of old monsters is as many as twenty, this is not all the strength of the Holy Academy, the Holy Courtyard is an out-and-out super thing, and its strength is above all forces.

However, they did not participate in the auction on behalf of the Holy Court, but in their personal capacity. The financial resources of an individual are as insignificant as a drop of water in the ocean compared to today's offers. Therefore, the martial saint of this super thing has completely become a bystander, and he doesn't do anything with them at all.

The price fight would be so tragic that this was unexpected, a martial saint of the Holy Academy. They all have quite a lot of money on hand, but as the price war continues, they know that the little yuan stone they have on hand is not enough to stuff the teeth of others. If they fight like this every time, they won't even be able to catch scum.

The bidding price jumped up by 10 million or 20 million. The appearance of every number made the hearts of the martial saints present tremble. And the smell of gunpowder in the air is getting stronger and stronger. It makes people feel suffocated.

I can't see blood, I can't see minced meat flying, and I can't see the earth-shaking prestige, but the battle at this moment is even more thrilling, a hundred times more cruel than the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

This is the battle of life, and it is also the battle of the fate of the sect.

"Four hundred billion!"

The voice trembled a little, and this price was shouted with his life. He was an old immortal, and now he had stood up, his faint fire of life had been ignited, emitting bursts of light, and the breath on his body was like an abyss, his whole body was tense, his hands like chicken claws were clenched tightly, he felt sweat oozing from his nose and palms, and his weak heart was beating "thump".

This is the price quoted by Li Xuanlin, the ancestor of Shenpan City, on behalf of the three dominant-level forces of Shenpan City, Shenling City, and Shenlin City. This is their limit offer.

"Four hundred billion" is enough to make a dominant-level force collapse, enough to make any martial saint desperate.

The number fell silent throughout the auction hall, and heavy wheezing was clearly audible.

"Four hundred billion, the first time!"

The voice of the gold medal auction surnamed Cui trembled slightly, but it was still smooth, and the voice crossed the trembling tips of the auction table one by one.

"Four hundred billion, the second time!"

The dead air on the old monsters became thicker, and the dilemma was presented on the faces of the ancestors of the various dominant-level forces.

"Forty million, ......"

The voice is long, this is the auctioneer's usual trick, and the long voice stirs everyone's nerves.

"******!

Li Xuanlin's chicken-like hands clenched tighter, and his eyes shone with the light of choosing people to devour, he really wanted to swallow the bullshit auctioneer on the stage. The bastard's auctioneer's voice dragged long, and it was killing him. At that moment, it seemed as if it had been a long century.

"Third ......"

It's close! It's close! It's close! Li Xuanlin's eyes were beating with flames, and he felt that he was beginning to burn and be reborn! It was close at hand! There was also the word "times," and it was final!

Suddenly, he felt full of energy!

"Four hundred billion ten million!"

It was the magic sound, which poured Li Xuanlin's burning flame to the point that there was no spark left, and his vitality was instantly emptied, he shook a few times, and then collapsed limply. Heaven and hell are really a thin line apart. Despair was written all over his face, and his consciousness was foggy.

"Ancestor!"

Exclamations rang out, and the martial saint next to him hurriedly supported Li Xuanlin's body that was falling, but his eyes were empty, and his life was passing quickly. The blow was too great for his old heart to bear, and it was in danger.

A burst of sorrow sounded, and a pair of blood-red eyes glared at the people of the Zhongmeng, and it was the Zhongmeng who inserted a knife in their hearts, which was bloody!

The hatred between each other deepens!

For those who are angry, the people of the China Alliance choose to ignore it. This battle of life is a battle of the fate of the sect, not a dinner invitation. Be polite, talk about fashion, the one who dies is yourself, the reality is very cruel!

"Four hundred billion twenty million!"

The audience was in an uproar, the price was still soaring, and everyone's hearts were thrown into the clouds again.

The Six Small Worlds and the China Alliance have cooperated for a short time, but in the face of fate, they don't know how to talk about style.

However, the "400 billion 200 million" offer of the six small worlds has not yet settled, and the sound of the audience sounded.

"Four hundred and ten billion!"

Wang Ran's cloudy eyes were obviously crazy, and the folded skin on his face was beating. The price has already been quoted, but "411 billion" is like a knife that kills without blood, twisting his internal organs to pieces.

The heart of the Martial Saint of the Four Alliances was very painful! Even if this price was combined with the strength of the Four Alliances, it would be extremely uncomfortable. Not only did it exert endless pressure on other forces, but even the Four Alliances themselves felt the weight of the load, and they were almost overwhelmed.

Wanshou - the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, his skeleton is very thick, but his flesh and blood are almost dry. At this time, his dry lips kept squirming, but in the end he did not dare to quote a new price. "400 billion 20 million" is the limit of the price that the six small worlds can bear. He sat down with a bout of desolation.

Kong Hao sighed, also gave up the competition, and his dry body slowly sat down, indescribably lonely.

"411 billion", even if the dominant forces jointly attack, they cannot afford it, this is a figure that can shake the foundation of power.

No force dares to raise the price. The countdown three tones of "411 billion" settled in the slightly trembling tone of the gold medal auctioneer surnamed Cui. Ever. The highest auction price was generated!

There was no cheer, no joy, and the entire auction hall was enveloped in solemnity.

The heartache that wasn't filmed! The heartache that was filmed was the same!