Prices have also skyrocketed.

"Thirty kinds!".

…

Thirty five kinds.

…

"Forty kinds!".

…

After the price reached forty, no one continued to offer higher prices.

After all, forty types and three thousand avenues are no longer a small number.

Most of the monks here have only practiced three to four hundred kinds of three thousand avenues.

Looking at all the worlds, there are probably not many people who practice more than a thousand of the three thousand avenues.

For people like Lin Feng who have cultivated three thousand ways and three thousand avenues, besides the Red Dust Immortal, can there be anyone else?

"Fifty kinds!"

At this time, someone bid again, and the person who quoted the price was none other than Shen Yansheng.

Shen Yan Sheng is also very interested in the Bloodstone of Immortal Sin.

I want to take a picture of the Blood Stone of Immortal Sin.

After seeing Shen Yansheng's bid, no one bid again.

Even if someone could offer a higher price, he would not offend Shen Yansheng.

Just when Shen Yansheng thought that the immortal sin blood stone was about to turn into him.

suddenly.

A voice came out.
Chapter completed!