A picture of an ancient battlefield seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes, and a god of heaven held the Purple Que Mansion Heavenly Halberd to face the tide of demon soldiers, without showing any fear. The Purple Mansion Heavenly Halberd drew out, and a huge spiritual power slashed towards the demon soldier in the shape of a crescent moon in essence. This wave of the sky and the earth change color, and everything is in unison. Wherever they passed, they were invincible, and the demon soldiers fell like mustard.

Such a murderous aura with heaven and earth as a barrier is huge and fierce, making people have nowhere to hide. Even after thousands of years, it seems that it has never withdrawn.

The person with low cultivation quickly closed his eyes fiercely, gritted his teeth, and did not dare to take another look. Those with higher cultivation levels hurriedly mobilized the aura in their bodies to resist this murderous aura from the ancients.

Fortunately, this momentum quickly dissipated, or rather, it did not dissipate, but because it was too large, too ubiquitous, and completely surrounded the place, but allowed the monks in it to gradually get used to its presence. This is another characteristic of the artifact - the vastness and boundlessness of its inclusiveness.

The entire Wanbao Building was silent for a quarter of an hour, and everyone was reminiscing about the shock of that moment, as if they had an understanding.

After a long time, I heard an old voice on the eighth floor say, "Zhu Zhangshi, you can make a price." The implication is that no matter what, he will take the Zique Mansion Heavenly Halberd as something in his pocket.

"I'm sorry, but it's priceless. As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Are you playing tricks on us?"

The impulsive monk couldn't help but shout, of course they knew that the artifact was priceless, but Wanbaolou's willingness to take it out proved that they were willing to let people make a bid, as long as they could make a bid, they would have a chance to compete. As a result, the good things made them feast their eyes, but they turned around and said that they were priceless, that is, they were not sold, which made the heart that had just boiled "poof" fall into the ice water, ice and fire, who can not be angry.

Only those monks who could not participate in the auction themselves were hopeful, praying that the condition offered by Wanbaolou was that the artifact would automatically recognize its owner, so that they might have hope.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, please listen to what Zhu has to say. Zhu Guangmao raised his hands and motioned for everyone to be quiet, and when everyone finished complaining, they were still smiling, "This Zique Mansion Heavenly Halberd is actually a customer who entrusted us Wanbaolou to auction it on our behalf, not all of us." ”

"If it's an auction, then make a bid, what is priceless, isn't this a trick?" exclaimed.

Zhu Guangmao waited for him to finish before he said: "The other party said that he doesn't want spirit stones, and he doesn't want spirit grass exercises and seals, just one news." ”

What is the difference between taking out an ancient artifact just to exchange it for a piece of news, and a mortal holding a gold ingot just to exchange it for a sesame seed. Isn't this person going crazy because his mind has been eroded by the divine power of the artifact?

"I'm afraid this news is not simple. ”

"The news that can be exchanged for an artifact is none other than the whereabouts of immortals. ”

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The above conversation took place in several private rooms, and no one believed that this person would use an artifact in exchange for a message.

Even Lu Qiqi couldn't help but ask: "Zhenjun, do you say that this person has a broken head and uses artifacts in exchange for news, what if the other party tells him about his leave, and he has a lot of artifacts?"

Fan Zhenjun shook his head and did not speak.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Lu Mi had no choice but to continue to listen to Zhu Guangmao.

As for the authenticity of the news, the auctioneer will naturally judge it himself. If someone cheats nonsense, no matter what kind of cultivation the other party is, heaven and earth will make his soul fly away, and he will never be able to be reborn. When Zhu Guangmao said this by himself, he couldn't help but shudder, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

The strange thing is that when he finished speaking, the ten words "the soul is scattered, and the eternal life will not be reborn" is like a magic spell, and it is deeply engraved into the depths of the divine consciousness of everyone present, as if they have signed a divine soul contract with this sentence.

This kind of method is no longer the means of ordinary immortal cultivators, Lu Mi looked at Fan and wanted to ask him what was going on. Only to find that he was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, his face calm and serious, obviously resisting the magic of those ten words.

Couldn't any true monarch resist this spell? He's a god-transforming monk.

Lu Mi's heart was moved, and he didn't dare to disturb Fan. Quietly looking elsewhere, they found that some of the monks below were still whispering, as if the magic had no effect on them. And the higher the private room, the less the monk moved. Could it be that the higher the cultivation level, the more susceptible it is to influence?

Actually, no, the monks who didn't seem to be affected were actually because their cultivation was too low, and they didn't realize that their divine consciousness had been imprinted for a moment; only the higher the cultivation level, the clearer the understanding of their own sea of consciousness, the more they could feel the invasion of this magical power.

"Zhu Zhangshi, you can tell me what news the other party wants. The person who spoke was a monk sitting on the second floor, "We don't have anything else, but when we go north and south, we hear a lot of strange things, maybe this good fortune will fall on my head?"

The people next to him all laughed and echoed.

Zhu Guangmao also found out just now that after he finished saying that, he was actually invaded by an invisible force. But he is different from others, he stands under the eyes of thousands of people, and the image of Wanbaolou on behalf of the company, if it shows the slightest difference, making people think that it is their Wanbaolou's hands and feet, then Wanbaolou will be destroyed, and even the air door will not escape the interference.

So, he steadied his mind, and still smiled: "The other party only left a painting," a scroll appeared in his hand, and opened it with a "boom", and there was a painting of a suffocating man with peerless elegance and beauty, with long black hair hanging down to his ankles, and a bright red robe.

Aside from this person, there is no extra ink on the painting. Beauty doesn't know where she came from, and she doesn't know where she is found.

"As long as someone can provide a clue about the person in this painting, this Zique Mansion Heavenly Halberd will be handed over immediately. ”

If the appearance of the Zique Mansion Heavenly Halberd made everyone feel depressed by the murderous aura of heaven and earth in their hearts, the appearance of this painting made everyone feel the vitality of the revival of all things.

For a moment, they seemed to feel that providing a peerless artifact for the sake of such a person's news was the way to complement each other.

This inevitably makes more people wonder where the people who provide these two things are sacred, and they don't need any proof, and these two items are intimidating. No one dared to say anything, and Wanbaolou fell into an eerie silence again.

At this moment, Lu Qiqi also seemed to have been punched in the face, she really didn't expect that her uncle, who was so beautiful and angry, would suddenly appear in front of her on such an occasion.