"Peng!" The blood devouring who entered the room was like a mad bull, his eyes were red, and the whole room was instantly filled with a gloomy and violent killing intent!

Poor maid, who was suddenly kicked and exploded into a cloud of blood mist, blood splattered all over the room, and for a while, the disgusting smell of blood filled the room.

"Little bastard! Little bastard! How dare you play tricks on me! Catch him for me, you must catch him for me! I will let him suffer all the torture in the world! Wail for ten thousand days and then die!" Blooddevouring roared through the room like madness. And Elder Zhao and the other two didn't dare to speak.

The blood devouring at this moment is completely a barrel of explosives, and whoever touches it is unlucky......

After a rather dramatic episode, the auction proceeded as usual. It's just that the atmosphere in the field has become a little weird, and many people are sneaking at Mo Zhiyao intentionally or unintentionally. After all, for so many years, Mo Zhiyao was the only one who dared to play tricks on the Blood Soul Sect like this.

"Hmph, play with me, this kid is still a little tender, and my aunt can't kill him. A voice full of smugness sounded in Mo Zhiyao's heart.

"Xiao Qiong, how do you know that this kid will definitely shout after me, what if he doesn't shout when I shout 400,000?" Mo Zhiyao also asked with some amusement in his heart.

"When you bought that blood spirit yin/essence before, you threw money without blinking your eyes. Even a thing worth 100,000, you didn't hesitate to spend 350,000. The normal price of "Broken Water Flow" is about 250,000. According to your previous style, it is not surprising to shout six or seven hundred thousand. So that kid is self-righteous and has captured your psyche, and he will definitely shout after it. ”

"As for you shouting 400,000, if he doesn't follow, you will only spend an extra 150,000 Xuanjing. It's a drop in the bucket for you, it's not a problem. Xiao Qiong said in an indifferent tone.

"Uh......" The corners of Mo Zhiyao's eyes twitched suddenly, 150,000 Xuanjing, although he is now rich, he doesn't seem to need to take such a large sum of money to gamble, right? But the "Breaking the Water Flow" exercise is dispensable, and there is no need to grab it.

"Feelings aren't your money anymore. Mo Zhiyao muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to let Xiao Qiong hear it, otherwise, Xiao Qiong, who blew up the nest, would have to make Mo Zhiyao crazy.

Time passed, and with the successful auction of one treasure after another, the forbidden light clusters on the top of the tiger's head became fewer and fewer, until the last one.

"I don't know, what will be the treasure at the bottom of the box of the Black Rock Treasure Fair this time?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on the last light cluster, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The tiger on the auction table was grinning, and his face was also showing a touch of fire at this moment. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly raised his hand and took the last forbidden light in front of him.

The light fell, the prohibition was lifted, and under the fiery gaze of everyone, a huge white-colored demon beast backbone appeared on the auction table.

Everyone's eyes were stunned, but immediately, they were filled with horror. Among the crowd, there is no shortage of masters with excellent vision and extensive knowledge. But even those who didn't know what the beast bones were, were shocked.

Because with the appearance of that demon beast's backbone, the temperature of the entire auction hall dropped suddenly, and a cold and tyrannical fierce aura swept away like a terrifying wave.

What was even more terrifying was that the wisps of fierce qi as thick as black smoke were twisted and entangled, forming the form of a dragon! A roar full of violence echoed in the auction hall.

It was at this time that Er Jiao, who had been honestly staying in Mo Zhiyao's Nayu, actually let out a roar, and his voice was full of indescribable excitement.

Although he can already speak, he has never liked to speak, and he has never reacted so violently to anything. So Mo Zhiyao was taken aback, and hurriedly asked.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll speak for it. The voice of the resentful cang sounded, and the angry Jiao also roared, obviously agreeing with the resentful cang's words.

"That backbone should be the backbone of a nine-horned fierce man with the blood of the ancient divine beast 'Dragon'. Look at the form of the aura emanating from that spine, is it a dragon?"

Mo Zhiyao nodded when he heard this, and at this moment, the dragon that had been transformed by the anger was circling wildly around that backbone.

"Being able to turn into the shape of a dragon with anger shows that in that backbone, there is not only a nine-horned fierce beast left over from the essence blood left over from his death, but also contains part of its residual soul. ”

"The Nine-Horned Fierce Beast is a hybrid/cross-bred descendant of the ancient divine beast 'Dragon', and the trace of bloodline it inherits is also extremely pure. If Er Jiao can get the remnants of the essence blood and a trace of the spirit it remains, it can definitely be reborn and promoted to a void-level spirit treasure, and it can also have the potential to be promoted to a 'chaos-level' spirit treasure. ”

"What, if you are promoted to a void-level spirit treasure, you can still have the potential to be promoted to a chaos-level spirit treasure?" Mo Zhiyao's pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing became heavy. The empty-level spirit treasure is already extremely terrifying, the chaos-level spirit treasure, anyway, in addition to knowing the nine colors, Mo Zhiyao has never heard of other chaos-level spirit treasures in anyone's mouth.

"Based on the bones of that backbone, the Jiao can then devour the spirit and blood contained in it, and it can become an extremely rare 'growth-type' spirit treasure, that is to say, the Jiao no longer needs any other foreign objects, as long as the master has been using your own spiritual power to conceive, it can gradually grow into a chaos-level spirit treasure. The tone of resentment was also filled with horror and ecstasy. Several spiritual treasures have been getting along for a long time, and the relationship is getting deeper and deeper. Er Jiao can have this opportunity and be reborn, and of course he is happy for it.

"Resentful Cang, if you get the fierce backbone of the nine-horned man, are you sure to help Jie Jiao advance to the rank?" Mo Zhiyao suppressed the ecstasy in his heart first, and asked in a deep voice.

Level promotion is not so easy, like Xiao Qiong herself has the potential for promotion, and the nine colors are simply dropped from the chaos-level spirit treasure to the virtual level spirit treasure, it is relatively easy to be promoted, as long as you get the required materials, you can smoothly upgrade the level.

But Er Jiao is different, it and the resentful cang, they both originally did not have the potential to be promoted to the level, and if they want to improve their own quality, the difficulty is much greater, not just materials.

Like the resentful cang, after getting the Southern Darkness Gold and the Blood Soul Yin/Jing, he had to survive the third void disaster with Mo Zhiyao, and with the help of the void fire and thunder, he was able to successfully be promoted.

Presumably, this is also the case, so Mo Zhiyao asked this question. To be able to help Er Jiao be promoted to a higher level, Mo Zhiyao is of course obliged. This is a great good thing for himself and for Erjiao.

But the promotion process is also extremely dangerous, and Mo Zhiyao doesn't want to hurt Er Jiao anymore because of this, so Mo Zhiyao wants to ask clearly.

"Is this this" Hearing Mo Zhiyao's question, he groaned for a while before he said. "Using that heel spine to help Jiaojiao improve his appearance, I'm eighty percent sure. But devouring the blood and soul of the nine-cornered ferocious beast, it is up to Jie Jiao himself, and no one can help. ”

"The nine-horned fierce is extremely fierce by nature, bloodthirsty and easy to kill, and it can be said that it is fierce and overwhelming. Even if there is a trace of essence blood and a wisp of remnant soul left in that spine, it is extremely risky to swallow it. That essence blood is better, and in that wisp of spirit, there should still be a trace of the nine-horned fierce divine sense. ”

"Erjiao must wipe out that trace of the nine-cornered fierce divine sense, otherwise it will ......" Speaking of this, the resentment became a little speechless and stopped.

"How about otherwise?" Mo Zhiyao frowned and asked a little anxiously.

"Otherwise, that trace of the nine-horned fierce divine consciousness will collapse the spiritual consciousness of the Jiao itself, resulting in the great loss of the spiritual consciousness of the Jiao, the annihilation of the spiritual consciousness, and the degradation of the spiritual treasure into an ordinary magic weapon, and there is no chance of recovery. Gritted his teeth and said bluntly to Mo Zhiyao.

"What? It's so dangerous?" Mo Zhiyao was stunned when he heard this, and his face became cloudy.

"If that's the case, I'd rather not be promoted. After pondering for a long time, Mo Zhiyao said in his heart. Jiao was left by his father Mo Cang, which is of great significance to Mo Zhiyao. Moreover, Er Jiao was the first to follow Mo Zhiyao's side, and it can be said that Mo Zhiyao personally watched it grow step by step to the point where it is now, and the relationship between the two is extremely deep. Moreover, in Mo Zhiyao's body, there is Mo Zhiyao's pinning on his body, missing his father Mo Cang, in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, Er Jiao is not only a spiritual treasure, but his greatest spiritual sustenance, so Mo Zhiyao will never accept the miserable end after the failure of Jiao's promotion.

"I want to be promoted! I will always protect you!" The low voice, full of unwavering faith, sounded in Mo Zhiyao's heart, but it was the Jiaojiao who rarely spoke, showing his heart to Mo Zhiyao.

"No, if you fail, you'll lose your senses, you know!" Mo Zhiyao frowned, almost roaring to Jiao.

"I won't fail! Absolutely not!" said to Mo Zhiyao as he roared. "Believe me, I will never fail, because I will always be with you!"

"If you don't let me be promoted, I'll self-destruct my spiritual sense now!" Seeing that Mo Zhiyao still didn't spit out, he was also ruthless, and he actually forced him to self-destruct his spiritual sense.

"You dare!" Mo Zhiyao was shocked when he heard this, and he almost couldn't control his breath.

"Actually, I think Er Jiao should be able to be successfully promoted. Between the quarrels, the nine-colored voice suddenly sounded faintly in Mo Zhiyao's heart.