The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Gu Jian, what Xia Tuo wanted, wanted very much, but he had no spirit crystals.

This purple-faced ghost is really a good person, harming himself and others, and is simply a good person rare in the wild land.

Cang!

In an instant, a ray of sword sounded, and the ancient sword that plunged into the ground flashed a ray of sword light, and flew out towards Xia Tuo.

What a strong spirituality!

At this moment, Xia Tuo's eyes showed a touch of surprise. He was just controlling the weak Taoist rhyme of water, and the ancient sword was attracted.

Gu Jian moved, and for an instant, everyone's eyes turned towards him.

Some people are really not afraid of death.

Starting with the ancient sword, the cold metal feeling is transmitted in the palm of the palm, the dragon pattern on the hilt has a sense of bumpy texture, and the ancient pattern on the sword shows rippling ups and downs.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the sword he bought was taken by someone else, the purple-faced ghost respected coldly, although he didn't want it, but under the eyes of everyone, he didn't want to be taken away by a stranger. Doesn't it mean that he is timid and afraid of ancient swords? Fierce name.

The most important thing is that he also spent five hundred Lingjing.

Cang!

Xia Tuo didn't even pay attention, a piece of animal skin appeared in his hand and wrapped the ancient sword casually, just like this on his back.

Good luck this time, I picked up the ancient sword.

On the stone platform, the Grim Face Judge watched Xia Tuo pick up the ancient sword without any hesitation, and then carried it on his shoulder, a mouthful of interest flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the purple face ghost sovereign who had just paid Lingjing with great interest.

It's a pity that I don't know what the Zimian Guizun is thinking, but he didn't do it.

As for other wandering souls, night wandering gods, etc., they are naturally hiding behind and shivering, and the fight between the big brothers, they just look at the excitement.

"Okay, the second treasure, purple blood fruit."

Wow!

In an instant, the figures with black ghost masks in the entire venue became agitated one by one, staring at the jade box in the judge's hand.

The purple blood fruit is not a spiritual fruit that grows from a tree, but a blood crystal made by the hard work of a strong man in the god hidden realm. Of course, this strong person in the god hidden realm may be a human or a lord-level beast. .

By refining the purple blood fruit, you can obtain the life's hard work of the strong of the gods, and there is an opportunity to open the gods. This is also the reason why the atmosphere of the surrounding martial arts has become messy.

Six years ago, the witch seal appeared in the ghost mythical creature, and six years later, the martial arts purple blood fruit appeared.

"A Thousand Spirit Crystals!"

"Three thousand spirit crystals!"

"Five thousand!"

...

For a time, the voices in the field continued to flow, and the guys at the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm opened their mouths to be thousands of spiritual crystals. Xia Tuo's eyes under the grimace mask were constantly peering in the field to see which person grabbed the most joy. After waiting for it to be over, do you incarnate into the road, robber the rich and help the poor yourself?

Purple Blood Fruit, he also wanted it, but it was an egg, without a spirit crystal.

"Fifteen thousand spirit crystals!"

Such a number of spirit crystals are no longer what ordinary casual cultivators can produce. Obviously, it is the middle and upper tribes that can compete.

"If I am promoted to the gods, I would like to spend a hundred years to be driven by ghosts!"

For an instant, the entire field was shocked by the werewolf's fierceness. In order to advance to the Divine Hidden Realm, he was said to be driven by a ghost, but in fact he ended up like a slave.

But compared to being promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm, what's the point of serving the ghost for a hundred years?

"If I am promoted to the gods, I will be subordinate to the ghosts, driven by the ghost master."

At the next moment, another werewolf appeared and sold himself whole.

Seeing that Xia Tuo couldn't help nodding, it turned out that the wild land outside was wonderful, everyone was ruthless.

"I am also willing to be driven by the ghost master."

"The old man is also willing."

On the stone platform, the judge's eyes were shining brightly, looking down, and then a figure with the most energetic vitality from many people, and the purple blood fruit flew out.

Even with the purple blood fruit, not every martial artist at the peak of the Heavenly Vessel Realm will be promoted inevitably. The most prosperous and vigorous person has a higher chance of being promoted.

The selected warrior with the black grimace mask suddenly flashed in his eyes, a great opportunity.

kill!

In an instant, at this moment, a bloody voice sounded, and the black grimace warrior who had just been selected, his whole body shook suddenly, lowered his head and looked at the blood knife that appeared on his chest.

The fighting spirit burst out, shattering his internal organs, and he belched before he became a strong man in the gods.

puff!

The blood knife was pulled out, his body shook, and he fell to the ground, and then the back of the bargaining place became chaotic.

This is also the characteristic of ghosts, things can be exchanged, but in the end whether it can be in your hands, it is up to your fate, and you will go, whoever is cruel is the elder brother, and the younger brother is not cruel.

puff!puff!puff!

A figure with a black grimace mask started the fight, and by the way, the figure with a white and red grimace mask that ran slowly also suffered.

In a short instant, the place of bartering was filled with a thick bloody atmosphere, and the broken arms and limbs flew across.

This scene is really cruel.

Xia Tuo saw several ghosts wearing purple masks, as well as judges, ghost soldiers, etc., watching the fight with great interest.

What kind of ghost bartering convention is this.

After fighting for a stick of incense, there were more than 30 black-faced and ghost-faced figures, but in the end there were only five people left.

Among the ghosts, even those from most of their backgrounds are not good, as long as they take things, they will kill you when they deserve to be killed.

The five figures are divided into two factions.

"Ming Crocodile, are you really going to be an enemy of my Fenghe Tribe!"

"Seal bones are what you are, I am bound to win the purple blood fruit."

Obviously, the remaining five figures all knew each other, and only acquaintances remained.

Xia Tuo thought such a weird bartering meeting was quite interesting.

Cang!

In the next moment, the ancient sword tied behind his back burst out with a sword sound, and the swordsmanship was cut out with a thousand epee swords. The blue light ripples one after another, and the three waves swept out like waves, separating the two waves of people who are still fighting. open.

Don't grab it, he wants the purple blood fruit.

A purple-faced ghost master suddenly shot, and the remaining warriors in the field were stunned.

This is shameless!!!

Cang!

In an instant, the ancient sword in Xia Tuo's hand struck the void again, and suddenly the void burst ten feet in front of him. Jianguang cut off a black blade of light, and followed the thousand-epee sword with undiminished momentum, wave after wave. Toward the purple-faced ghost who had previously shot the ancient sword.

boom!boom!

Immediately afterwards, the Purple-faced Ghost Venerable clapped his palms one after another, colliding with the sword light, and it took dozens of palms to smash the thirteen thousand epee swords.

"Yeah~."

A muffled grunt followed from his mouth, the whole body's breath was violent, and the battle gas exploded, and it took several breaths to calm down.

Under a sword, he was traumatized.

Gu Jian remotely pointed out that the other four purple-faced ghosts in the field saw the purple-faced ghosts who had been hit by his sword before, all of them were silent and had no intention of making a move.

After that, he looked at the other people and put the purple blood fruit away, no one dared to say a word.

As for the cost of Purple Blood Fruit, the short-lived Heavenly Meridian Martial Artist had already paid it, but unfortunately he was unlucky, because Purple Blood Fruit didn't even touch his hand, so he belched.

Take a moment of silence.

Seeing a purple-faced ghost venerable take action and snatch the purple blood fruit, the remaining five black-faced ghost-faced warriors directly put out their anger, and this was a fart.

On the stone platform, seeing the scene calm down, the Grimace Judge said.

"The third treasure below, a keel of the Wind Thunder Jiao."

Immediately afterwards, a keel with a length of ten feet and a thin arm appeared in front of everyone. On the keel, wind and thunder runes were evolved, and small dragons gathered with wind and thunder walked around.

Most of the dragons are of the water genus, and there are few dragons that can comprehend the rhyme of other heavens and earth.

The wind and thunder dragon bone that appeared, exuded a strong sense of oppression, even the warriors of the Divine Tibetan Realm felt the oppression.

At this time, a purple-faced ghost sitting on the stone chair in the front changed his expression.

"It is rumored that two years ago, the elder of the uncle Huo Ling hunted and killed a lord's peak Fenglei dragon in the depths of the wild land, but was attacked by a mysterious person at the last moment and snatched the Fenglei dragon."

The words of the Purple-faced Ghost Sovereign made everyone understand that this wind thunder keel is a good thing, but it is a black one, and there is an uncle behind it.

"Things in the land of ghosts have no source." The grimace judge whispered, the expression in his eyes remained unchanged, "Who can be taken out of the ghosts, it is whoever."

Obviously, this wind thunder dragon bone was prepared for the five purple-faced ghost masters present.

No, it should be four. Patriarch Xia didn't have any spirit crystals. He just wanted to see it, but he didn't have any money.

It's pretty good to get an ancient sword and a purple blood fruit.

He had already settled his mind to pay attention to the fact that ghosts should come to this place often and use this place as his second small vault.

For a while, no one bids on the Fenglei Jiao's keel, which contains the two rhymes of Fenglei, which is very helpful for understanding the artistic conception of Fenglei.

However, there were only five experts in the Divine Hidden Realm, except for one Clan Chief Xia who was waiting for someone to make a bid, and the remaining four did not seem to understand Feng Lei Dao Yun.

The rules of ghosts, no one bids, things belong to the ghost market, whoever snatches them will find death.

As long as it is a treasure, Chief Xia likes it, but he can get the best, and he won't lose anything if he doesn't get it.

One breath~~~Two breaths~~~~Three breaths~~~Ten breaths~~~~

More than ten breaths of time passed, and there was still no one bidding, which made the judge's look a bit stagnant. This time he made a mistake, and Feng Lei Jiao's keel was out of time.

"The old man got an unknown thing back then. The judge will see if he can get the Wind and Thunder Dragon Bones."

Finally, a purple-faced ghost in the front row shot, he threw something at the judge's hand, the judge caught it, and then a ghost soldier took it and walked deep behind.

After Banzhuxiang, the ghost soldier returned and whispered to the judge.

expensive!

The next moment, the dragon bones suspended on the stone platform let out a dragon chant, the rune was concluded, and it turned into a tens of feet long shadow and roared, flying towards the purple-faced ghost statue below.

Compared with the fight for the purple blood fruit, the wind and thunder dragon bone fell into the hands of this purple-faced ghost venerable, and the other people did not take it.

Hum!

The divine orifice opened, the dragon bone was taken into the divine orifice by the purple-faced ghost sovereign, and Longwei disappeared.

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