Cultivating to the realm of human immortals, in fact, compared with ordinary monks, the desire for immortals is even stronger. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is like mountaineering, the flow of people and immortals, that is, they are already standing on the top of the mountain, only half a step away, they can touch the sky. Who is willing to give up that last half step?

It's just that an existence like him, no matter how great the temptation is, it is impossible to give his life to others. Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

If it is a last resort, it is okay for him to bow down to Teng Desire, but he can't.

"Thirty-one million," the sick human immortal put away his distracting thoughts, and now that he had not reached the end of his life, how could he give up casually.

"You old man, you really don't cry when you don't see the coffin, fifty million. ”

The messenger of hell watched silently from the side, not saying a word, on the surface there was no wave, and in his heart he was already crazy.

Fifty million spirit stones, not to mention the Holy Realm, even for the Heavenly Realm cultivators, are unimaginably huge.

However, all this is just the beginning, whether it is the ambition of Teng Desire, or the arrogance and conceit of human immortals, it is not yet the end of the time.

The show has just begun.

Nan Jiu checked the bag of rings in his hand, and when he said that, he didn't count them at all, only knew the approximate amount.

Outside, outside the South City.

The Dragon Prince quickly whipped his horse and hurried towards this side without stopping, even if this was a good horse as fast as a flying sword, it was still far away from Nancheng.

And in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the fake dragon prince turned from the lord of Dandao is waiting for the opportunity in quiet meditation, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take over the dragon king!

Northern Wilderness, Blood Peak.

By Lechuan's side, there is an extra little baby with a tiger head, who is Nan Thirteen's nephew.

East China Sea, on the islands.

Zhu Jun disappeared again, leaving only a painting in the sky, a picture of the integration of immortals and demons.

At the moment, in the afternoon.

After the people in Nancheng found out that Teng wanted to disappear out of thin air, most of them thought that the other party had gone to the palace, and there were various theories.

And in the Ninth Hunting Gate outside the south gate, the few remaining Saint Realm cultivators had enough hatred for Teng Desire to burn the sky!

As for the Hunting Pavilion, he already knew the ins and outs of the front and back, but there has been no movement. Until this moment, under the huge statue, a person slowly stepped out.

A white-shirted ronin.

With a long knife at his waist, he was white and light. The face is vicissitudes, the eyes are like a sword, and the depth is like the sea. A long gray-white hair flutters wantonly, straw sandals and wine, uninhibited.

On both of his hands, there is a long scar that extends from the palm of the hand to the upper arm.

The Hunting Pavilion is not only for hunters, but for all those who are proficient in the way of hunting, they can join.

"Dongxiu, go this time, if necessary, kill without mercy!" A cold and ruthless voice came from inside the statue, like Tianwei.

Dongxiu twisted his neck, and the moment he drew the knife, the white light flashed, and his body disappeared.

Meanwhile, inside the South City, Hell Auction.

"Five thousand, one million," the sick human immortal still did not back down, and there was a vague attempt to raise the price maliciously.

"Sixty million," Teng wanted to naturally not ink with him.

At this point, this sick human immortal finally had a little anger, but he suppressed it. He glanced down at the black leather booklet in his hand, and a hint of fairy aura appeared on his fingertips.

That's the immortal energy of Teng's desire.

When Teng Desire appeared at the Hell Auction, he saved a trace of it, not only Teng Desire, but all the people here retained a trace of their own breath.

"Stink... Stinky little ghost......" He scolded secretly, injecting this trace of fairy energy into the black booklet, and there were words in his mouth.

Compared to the moment of the monk, the time it took to deduce the immortal passed three breaths, just when the outside world thought that he was going to give up the bidding. There was a bloody light in the black booklet, as if it contained a sea of blood, and it couldn't stop popping out.

"It's... This is ......" The human immortal looked up sharply, as if he could penetrate the earth, looking at the endless sky, his gaze was unprecedentedly solemn.

Since he was seriously ill, he had not had time to pay attention to other things for a long, long time.

He looked at it for a long time, then looked in the direction of Teng's desire, and was silent.

"Hey, Lord Oni Tian has given up?" The messenger of hell couldn't hold back his breath, after all, five breaths had passed, and the other party didn't speak again.

"Let it be given to the immortals, the old man will not fight. This human immortal, who is called the Ghost Heaven, did not make any more meaningless bidding while his eyes were turning.

His black-skinned pamphlet had already told him that there was a calamity for immortals, a calamity of death that would come tomorrow at the latest!

And he, although he doesn't have much longevity, he still has some time. Instead of fighting with a dying man, it is better to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman profits.

"Tsk, what's going on. ”

"This is the ghost lord? I haven't found out yet, I'm ashamed. Jin Xiong smiled bitterly.

Not only him, but many of the Lintian monks present did not find out, they only knew that there was a human immortal, as for who it was, they didn't know very well.

Only the yellow-faced woman and the man know a little bit about it.

However, to be able to truly contact the existence of human immortals, only stepping genius is qualified. The likes of the heavens do not understand.

At this moment, I found that Lord Ghost Heaven had inexplicably abstained from voting, and to be honest, most of the monks were very puzzled.

In terms of identity, although the human immortal is one level lower than the real immortal, everyone knows that the current strength of the immortal Teng Desire, at most, is relative to Lintian, and will not exceed Rutian.

Although the aura of Lord Ghost Heaven was once as weak as the sky, if he really did it, there would definitely be a way to restore the power of the peak of the human immortals, even if it only lasted for a short time, it would definitely be possible to kill Teng's desire.

They don't know what the Ghost Heaven Lord is afraid of, is it afraid that the snipe and the clam will compete and the fisherman will profit. This makes sense, but it's just like this, and it should be said that such a sudden and abrupt abrupt is still very weird.

If you don't back down before, you may not be able to put down your face. It's just that from an outsider's point of view, there is no difference between giving up halfway and giving up at the beginning. The auction is only about the result, not the process, and what they see in their eyes will only be who the treasure will fall into in the end.

Just like the previous time when the Blood Demon Mask was used, Shiraishi and Jin Xiong's bidding, even if Shiraishi fought until the last moment. But failure is failure, and there is essentially no difference between a fifty-step failure and a ninety-nine-step failure.

Meantime.

Ghost Heaven doesn't care what outsiders think, when he cultivates to his realm, he has long been out of the world, if it weren't for the birth of this reincarnation diagram, he wouldn't have been here in person.

The ghost heaven's abandonment was beyond almost everyone's expectations, but the most surprising thing was the butterfly saint. She thought that the final outcome should be that the ghost would not back down, but she had to quit because she was oppressed by Teng's huge financial resources.

She didn't expect that this style of painting had changed abruptly, and Ghost Tian actually took the initiative to give up, which was not in line with her plan.