After walking out of Wanbao Tower, Long Wu let out a sigh of relief. He did not expect that the people in Wanbao Tower actually thought that he was a demonic monk. It seemed that Wanbao Tower should be opened by people from the evil sect.

However, these are not important to Long Wu. The most important thing is that the barter was successful and the lotus leaf shield was pocketed by him.

In addition, he also sold some medium-grade magic weapons to Wanbaolou at a good price. At the same time, in order to win over Long Wu, Wanbaolou also gave him a ticket to the ghost market auction.

,This is beyond Long Wu’s expectation!

With one and a half days left before the auction in the ghost market, Long Wu found three stores one after another and sold the storage bracelets of the golden elixir monks from the three sects who died in Chilian Mountain.

Storage instruments cannot be stored with each other. Even the highest-level storage bracelet cannot be stored in the lowest-level storage bracelet. This thing can only be placed on the body. Once it is discovered, it will be unclear.

Seeing that the trophies in his storage bracelet were sold out and replaced with more than three million spirit stones, Long Wu felt a little excited. It seemed that killing people and grabbing treasures in the world of immortality was indeed the first choice to make a fortune!

In the evening of the next day, Long Wu arrived at the location marked on the admission ticket. He saw a huge attic in front of him, with vivid paintings of bull heads and horse faces shouting, and scenes of evil ghosts crying over them.

There are three levels of hell: Diaojin Hell, Fire Pit Hell, Ice Hell, Tongue Pulling Hell, Skinning Hell, Avici Hell, Blood Pool Hell, etc.

Seeing the dead ghosts being tied up one by one with ropes and ropes, and being beaten with iron bars and steel hammers, they frowned and screamed at the sky and the earth. Long Wu couldn't help but trembled in his heart.

I couldn't help but feel disgust towards the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Just as Long Wu frowned and looked at the attic, a man in black robes and a bull-headed mask came to him. He said coldly: "Your Excellency, show me your admission ticket."

Long Wu's divine mind swept across this person, and he couldn't help but be surprised. This person turned out to be a monk in the late stage of foundation building, which made Long Wu very afraid. He hesitated for a moment, but took out the admission ticket and handed it over cautiously.

given to this person.

After reading Long Wu's admission ticket, the person said: "In the human-level auction hall, enter the auction hall through door three."

Long Wu nodded and looked at the huge attic. There were three doors, with numbers one, two, and three written on them from left to right. After he entered door three, he felt the wind blowing around him and the black mist lingering.

It's like entering the Nine Netherworld.

Walking into the auction hall, Long Wu saw that many people had already arrived. He looked around the auction hall, and the more he looked at it, the more chilling he felt. The auction hall was like a living coffin, with one end larger and the other smaller! It was surrounded by green

lantern.

There are more than thirty rows of seats in the hall, and there is a coffin parked opposite, with three armchairs behind the coffin.

Seeing Long Wu who was stunned on the spot, the monks who had entered before unconsciously glanced at him. After being glanced at by these eyes, Long Wu broke out in a cold sweat and his face changed drastically! Among these people, there was actually

Most of them are monks in the late stage of foundation building.

Seeing a group of people being silent as if holding a memorial service, Long Wu shook his head helplessly, silently found a more remote corner and sat down.

An hour later, the entrance door closed with a clang, and the lid of the coffin on the auction stage creaked open, and a person jumped out of it, dressed in black and impermanent, with a ghostly aura lingering around his body, as if he was not to be approached by strangers.

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This person said gloomily: "Welcome to all fellow Taoists who have come from afar. I don't need to explain the rules of my ghost market. Bidding is free. The one with the highest price will win. If you don't have enough spirit stones with you, you can also use ones of equal value."

For other items to be bartered, the specific value will be evaluated by a dedicated person!

If there are those who are secretly doing tricks to disrupt the order of my auction house, don’t blame the law enforcement team in the ghost market for being merciless. Okay, I won’t say any more, and the auction will begin next.”

The gloomy words of the man dressed as Hei Wuchang resounded throughout the audience. Seeing the audience being completely silent, Hei Wuchang laughed a few times and said: "The first item in this auction is a five-thousand-year mandala flower. The starting price is five

Every increase in price for Ten Thousand Spirit Stones must not be less than one thousand Spirit Stones."

As soon as he said that, he saw a graceful woman walking out of the corner door behind the auction table. She was just dressed as a hanged ghost, which made people feel a little churning in their stomachs. This woman was holding a large tray in her hand.

It was gently placed on the coffin.

Long Wu didn't expect that the five-thousand-year-old elixir would have such a great response among the monks in the foundation-building period. As soon as the elixir was placed, someone offered a price: "Fifty-three thousand spiritual stones."

"I will give you fifty-five thousand spiritual stones."

"I will give you 60,000 spiritual stones!"

As soon as the base price was announced, the five-thousand-year-old Datura flower was raised to a higher price in an instant. As the bidding continued, this elixir was finally sold for 73,000 spiritual stones.

After the bidding was completed, the maid dressed as a hanged ghost came to the bidding monk and handed him a bronze medal so that he could go backstage to clear the spiritual stones.

The gloomy voice sounded again: "The second auction item is the high-grade magic weapon Jiangyun Sword. This sword is engraved with five inscriptions. It can have a two-color halo when attacking the enemy. It is very powerful! The starting price is 100,000 spirit stones, each

The price increase shall not be less than three thousand spiritual stones."

As the gloomy voice fell, someone on the right side of the third floor shouted: "I will pay 110,000."

"I will pay 113,000"

A high-grade magic weapon was also highly favored. Long Wu frowned, this was really beyond his expectation.

Long Wu had been practicing in the Yuntian Sect, but he didn't know that casual cultivators and cultivating immortal families were eager for high-grade magical weapons. When he saw the Jiangyun Sword was finally sold for 150,000 spirit stones, Long Wu was quite surprised.

The items in the auction were successfully sold one by one. When the gloomy voice called out the word "Yun Luo Zhan", Long Wu's heart skipped a beat. He did not expect that the unique flying magic weapon of the Yuntian Sect would dare to be auctioned in public in this ghost market.

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What surprised him even more was that the transaction price of Yunluo Zhang reached 900,000 spirit stones! He never dreamed that such a top-quality magic weapon could reach such a high level...

After the auction caused a small stir with Yun Luozhang, although the remaining items were sold, their prices were far from reaching the height of Yun Luozhang.

As the elixir and magic weapon auctions come to an end, the next step is the auction of finished elixirs, exercises, and spells.

The first few items did not attract Long Wu's attention, but then Hei Wuchang shouted: "Next, the spell being auctioned is called Palm Thunder. All Taoists sitting here must know that thunder spells are rare in the world of immortality.

It’s a thing, and this thunder in the palm is also a mid-level spell, with a starting price of 10,000, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000 spiritual stones.”

Although Hei Wuchang's words were good, the monks present were not very enthusiastic about this spell called Palm Thunder. Only one monk in the front row asked for the price: "210,000."

Seeing the somewhat cold situation, Long Wu said: "220,000."

Hearing Long Wu's price call, the monk who called the price before turned his face and looked in the direction of Long Wu, and then said: "240,000."

"(Ten thousand)" Long Wu shouted out a price casually.

")Ten thousand"
Chapter completed!