Return from the second dimension

In Tang Zhen's mind, it was impossible not to attract the attention of the monks with treasures related to the power of origin.

Although low-level monks can't sense it, this kind of treasure will automatically choose the owner and make some coincidences to let the other party get themselves.

As a contemporaneous item with the gods, the original spirit treasure possesses this ability, and it will even be even more magical.

The monk who appeared at the auction venue might not be the true owner of the treasure, at best it was a porter.

Of course, this was just a guess. Before seeing the item, Tang Zhen could not be sure that these monks were attracted by the treasure.

The necessary preparations are still needed. With Tang Zhen's call, Kam has quietly arrived, and is staring coldly at this fallen place.

For Cam, there are delicious food everywhere, and those greedy and filthy souls are the most delicious food in the eyes of the evil god.

Although he couldn't wait, Kam still honestly waited for Tang Zhen's order, and he never dared to act rashly.

Those monks in the auction house had a vaguely uneasy feeling, as if something big was about to happen.

The spirituality of the monk far exceeds that of others, and he has a vague premonition of the imminent danger.

The king-rank monk who sits in the auction house frowned tightly, and he kept patrolling the surroundings with mental energy, trying to see what was wrong.

Compared with ordinary monks, the sense of crisis of the king-level monks is more obvious, and that feeling of danger to him is as uncomfortable as a needle.

This allowed the monk in town to confirm one thing, and there was a terrible existence staring at the auction house, but he still could not find the trace of the other party.

In a slightly tense atmosphere, the auction officially began.

A beautiful woman with a tall and exquisite figure wearing light clothes put the same auction items on the auction table.

There are many types of auction items. Some celebrities have used certain items, as well as relics from historical sites, and some expensive tonics.

Every customer in the auction venue has their own different needs, which makes every product appear, which will trigger a not fierce competition.

Unknowingly, most of the items were auctioned off, and an item similar to a metal mask was brought to the front of the stage.

"This is a special mask from a certain ruin, carved with primitive and primitive patterns. Experts can't determine its specific age, but it is at least four to five thousand years old."

The auctioneer has introduced the items and then follows the normal process to inform everyone that they can bid.

In the eyes of the auctioneer, this is just an antique. Although it seems to be very old, it may not have much value.

As a result, he had just come up with this idea, and someone made a direct bid, and three customers made the offer at the same time.

Such an abnormal situation immediately attracted the attention of other photographers, who wondered to themselves, what is the magic of this mask?

In the following period of time, the cultivator groups belonging to the three parties competed around the masks, and in the end they sold for a sky-high price of 100,000 yuan.

According to the original estimate, the value of the mask did not exceed 1,000 yuan, and it was not even the final item of this auction.

It happened that it was such an item, but it was sold at such a terrifying price, which has exceeded everyone's expectations.

When the auctioneer dropped the hammer, he hesitated, not knowing whether the auction should be finalized, but hoped that the owner of the auction house could give himself a reminder.

Unexpectedly, until the end of the auction, he didn't get the order to pass the auction, and finally knocked the auction hammer nervously.

After successfully photographing the mask, the group of monks paid the auction money on the spot and then left with the mask.

The other two groups of monks jumped out and stopped each other from leaving unless the masks were left behind.

The party that succeeds in the auction naturally refuses. How can they easily hand over what they have obtained at a huge price?

When the three parties confronted each other, the auction house sent a responsible person to ask them to leave immediately and settle their personal grievances outside.

It turned out that the boss of the auction house was warned and immediately used magical items to conduct divination to confirm that this seemingly ordinary mask was actually a terrible and ominous thing.

The crisis that the king-level cultivator feels is derived from this mask, which will bring endless bad luck to the holder.

So no matter how precious this thing is, no matter how much secret it involves, it must never be left in your hands.

With such a big industry, I don't care much about money and other things anymore, I just want a stable word in everything.

Therefore, during the auction process, the auction house never intervened. The purpose was to send out this mask.

Unexpectedly, after the auction was successful, such a change occurred, which really made the owner of the auction house extremely depressed.

In this case, the boss of the auction house can only send someone to persuade him to leave, because the longer the delay, the more likely to happen.

In the process of persuading to leave, that king-level monk released his own breath, letting the three monks know of his existence.

Sensing the breath of the king-level cultivator, the tense three parties reduced their anger, knowing that this is not the place to solve the problem.

Once the king-level monk is angered, it is not good for anyone.

When the three parties were preparing to leave in a tacit understanding, a strange red light suddenly flashed in the eye sockets of the metal mask placed in the box.

A young man among the interceptors suddenly had bloodshot eyes and pulled out a revolver directly from his waist.

Before everyone recovered, he pulled the trigger and knocked a member of the masked party to the ground.

"Damn bastard!"

The same curse came from different people.

Everyone knows that with this gunshot, things have become unmanageable.

In the next instant, fierce gunfire and energy fluctuations when casting spells appeared in the auction hall at the same time

The cultivators of the Vast Sky plane are mostly related to power, which makes them extremely destructive in battle.

But in a blink of an eye, the boxes were broken up, frightening the audience to flee for their lives.

There were also bad luck guys. The box they were in was completely crushed, and the guests inside were either dead or injured.

Upon seeing this, the king-level monk guarding the auction house immediately shot angrily, trying to suppress these troublemakers.

As a result, at this moment, the hidden forces behind the three parties rushed to the scene in no particular order.

The three king-level monks of the tripartite forces gathered above the auction house at the same time, not giving way to each other.

In addition to the king-level monks who sit in the auction house, there are a total of four king-level powerhouses. This incident immediately attracted the attention of the hidden powerhouses.

As long as the strength reaches the king level, it is absolutely not allowed to make a move easily, otherwise it will easily affect the order of the world.

The presence of four king-level monks at the same time means that a major problem has occurred, and if it is not possible, a disaster will occur.

In the box of the auction hall, Tang Zhen picked up a cup of tea and slowly sipped the tea while watching the women around him.

"Sure enough, it is the original spirit treasure. It has the characteristics of causing disasters. It may be the most suitable thing to call this deception and doom mask!"

When Tang Zhen said this, he turned his head to look at the scared woman next to him, and said in a faint tone: "You have a minute, remember to rush out desperately, if you can't do it, you will die here."

The woman was stunned for a moment, slammed open the box door, went straight to the nearest window, and jumped off the second floor without hesitation.

The woman fell on the street, her ankle was broken, and the pain made her cry.

Soon she closed her mouth and looked at the auction house behind her in horror, watching the indescribable asphalt seep out of the air, covering the entire auction house.

In the thick fog, a terrifying figure slowly appeared. It scanned the surroundings with greedy eyes, and finally landed in an auction house that seemed to be isolated from the real world.

"Cthulhu...coming!"

The woman already understood what was going on. Regardless of the pain in her ankle, she desperately crawled across the street, trying to get away from this terrible purgatory on earth.