"This prince asked you, just went in to the immortals?" Nanjiu took out a golden paper fan and said. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mu Nahan pointed inside and nodded.

Nan Jiu frowned and stepped in.

Below, after such a while, Teng Xu has a general understanding of this so-called hell auction. This host, a self-proclaimed messenger from hell, is held every 180 years.

Compared to the Tianzi Ninth Auction, the Hell Auction is much more low-key, and the interval has doubled. Anyone can come in, but there is a high chance that they will be cursed.

Curse from Hell!

Therefore, the vast majority of monks will stop there.

It is rumored that once a curse is hit, it does not take effect immediately, but is like a seed, rooted in the body and deep in the soul.

If you want to get rid of it, it's very simple, just go to hell and come back alive, you can completely remove the curse.

On the contrary, it will be triggered when you break through the cultivation realm, which can easily make people go crazy and be extremely risky. Even at the moment of breaking through the immortal gate, awaken!

"Why are you here?" Teng Yu looked at Nanjiu who came out of nowhere, and was puzzled.

Nanjiu was not in a good mood, he walked over, and said helplessly: "My father has to let me accompany you, and what he said to meet all your requirements, I really don't know." ”

"If you come, you will be safe, you should have heard of this hellish auction. ”

"Well, what will be cursed, however, it will not be effective against this prince. Nanjiu said this, quite confident and complacent.

"Isn't it ineffective against the royal family......" Teng Yi muttered, thoughtful, and walked forward.

The auction is about to begin.

Nanjiu's appearance aroused the teasing eyes of nearly ten female cultivators, and the two-headed woman, the beautiful face on the left, glanced at it slightly, and no longer paid attention. But the bun face on the right is the same as a nymphomaniac, and he keeps smiling and saying: "The Nine Emperor Princes are really handsome, and he deserves to be the first beautiful man in Nancheng." ”

"The Nine Emperor Princes, it's really rare, and the people of the royal family also want to share a piece of the soup. The paper man said lightly.

"Yo, it's actually the Nine Emperor Princes, wow, and Lord Shangxian. A woman with heavy makeup and a smiling face, making a fuss, appeared in front of Teng Xi and Nanjiu, looking without the slightest cultivation.

"Presumably, Lord Shangxian should know the rules of this hell auction, so the slave family won't say much, Jiuza, please." As she spoke, the woman brought the two of them to the very center of the place.

On the ground in the very center, there is a circular figure with a diameter of ten zhang, which is divided into eighteen parts like cutting a flatbread, and each of them is carved with the scene of eighteen layers of hell.

Outside the picture, there were eighteen huge eggs suspended in the sky, like a private room.

After Teng Yu and Nan Jiu entered, they looked down and found that they were facing the ninth layer of the oil pot hell. The egg can see the outside from the inside, but the outside can't see the inside.

I don't feel any breath either, it's completely isolated!

The words of the voice, deliberately, can be transmitted out, whispered, and naturally cannot be heard.

The Butterfly Saint, who went in early, was already dressed in a black robe after witnessing the appearance of Teng Desire and Nan Jiu, which was difficult to detect. Her face hidden under the black veil is quite charming, and her eyes are like a dream, but whenever she looks at her, she will be more or less caught in it.

Her figure flashed and appeared inside the egg of the eighth layer of hell, next to Teng Desire. This may seem like the most inappropriate behavior, but it may also be the safest.

The eighth level of hell is called the iceberg hell.

"I didn't find the Butterfly Saint, it's really extraordinary. Teng Xuan did not sit down, but still searched, but was at a loss.

Nan Jiu listened from the sidelines and did not speak.

He didn't have much interest in anything now, he just hoped that this auction would end early, and then take Shangxian to see his father and make a deal.

Finally, go back to his ninth house.

"By the way, you Nine Slaves who follow you like a shadow. Teng Xuan suddenly turned around and smiled at Nanjiu.

Nan Jiu's face darkened, and he didn't say a word, and continued to remain silent. He'd almost guessed, guessed that Teng wanted to know everything about him!

This change in him was looked at by Teng Desire, and he didn't mention it again.

And in the outside world, at some point, a black figure appeared in the center of the eighteenth layer of hell diagram, and his whole body was pitch black, and his face could not be seen.

The figure held a huge silver-white scythe in his hand, his clothes fluttering, exuding an aura from hell, which was a rich death aura.

Like the Grim Reaper!

When this figure appeared, all around him fell silent, as if they were holding their breath, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Years have passed, my old friends, and one hundred and eighty years have passed in a flash. This time, it seems that no one has been cursed yet. The black figure spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

There was a bit of noise in the hoarse voice, as if someone else was talking. Or maybe the voice came from another place, expressed through this figure.

However, before the black figure could speak, he saw the paper man scream. His face was rapidly blackening, exuding a trace of death, and a red mark appeared, flashing and flashing.

"Wow, finally someone has been cursed, hahahaha. ”

"It's a paper man, it's like burning. ”

"What bad luck, poor bad luck, hehe. ”

These people were gloating, yelling, and the peace of the moment was completely broken.

Speaking of which, this has to mention some of the rules of the Hell Auction, which is an auction every 180 years, and the curse is broken three times.

That is, each time, three people will be cursed.

Therefore, when the first curse is triggered randomly, the rest of the monks will be ecstatic as if they were after the catastrophe.

Everyone comes here just for the treasure, and as for the price of the possible curse, they are eager to let someone else replace it.

After the paper man screamed a few times, the marks on his face disappeared, and his face returned to a miserable white, and everything was as before. But he knew that the curse had been buried in his soul, and when it would return, he didn't know.

The black figure holding the scythe, draped in a floor-to-ceiling robe, with his head covered by a cloak, looked like a black hole.

The black figure said faintly: "Oh, the first cursed person is born, welcome to Hell to sit down, this envoy is ready to congratulate, hahahaha." ”

The paper man took a breath, sat down, took a sip of tea, and ignored the other party.

"Who will be next, as a messenger of hell, I am looking forward to it. The self-proclaimed messenger of hell brandished his scythe and laughed.

The Butterfly Saint is located in the eighth layer of iceberg hell, on the left side of Teng Desire, and to his right side, it is naturally the tenth layer of hell. At this time, at the thirteenth layer of the blood pool hell, an old man appeared.

At first glance, this old man has a realm like the sky, but he is very old, as if he is suffering from a serious disease, and he is supported by the auctioneers, and he walks tremblingly.

The moment he entered the egg, he suddenly coughed and spurted out a mouthful of phlegm, which was bloodshot.

There is actually a touch of immortal breath in this blood!