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Ling Jianchen bounced his fingers.

Two powers of the divine heavenly path were penetrated into the bodies of the two.

Even the divine heavenly power cannot be broken even if the divine king is not willing to break it. Once this energy is in their bodies, their life and death will be in the mind of Ling Jianchen.

A thought that detonates the power of the divine heavenly way is equivalent to igniting the bodies of the two of them.

He died directly by exploding his body!

Ling Jianchen ignored the two people with a look of horror, walked into the slave market, and began to search for Xiaoling and the others' whereabouts.

Not long after.

Ling Jianchen found Wu Gutong and Xun Yi, and they squatted in a black black iron cage with despair. On their chests, there was a sign hanging, which read the two of them’s cultivation and selling price.

Slave No. 84457, the fifth level of the Heavenly God, priced at 70,000 yuan in the lowest-grade divine stone.

Slave No. 84458, the fifth level of the Heavenly God, priced at 75,000 yuan in the lowest-grade divine stone.

This is exactly the price of Wu Gutong and Xun Yi!

On the edge of this cage, there was a bald slave trader with green skin rays, and from time to time he held the whip in his hand to thrust at the two of them. They grinned and screamed in pain. The slave trader said coldly: "Who can you like you, listless? Cheer me up!"

Wu Gutong and the other two looked desperate and silent.

They were obsessed with Shen Yu, but ended up like this.

My heart is ashamed.

"Fuck, I'm shameless!"

The slave trader snorted coldly and waved his whip again.

Just about to fall.

Ling Jianchen grabbed the whip and said coldly: "One hundred thousand god stones, they belong to me!"

"Um?"

The slave trader was about to get angry, but when he heard Ling Jianchen's words, he had a smile on his face, "Disciple, this is not suitable, isn't it? The two of them combined have nearly 150,000 magic stones. You will cut off one-third of them. This transaction cannot be done!"

"One hundred thousand god stones, I will pay it immediately if I sell them!" Ling Jianchen said.

He is now only at the level of the God Realm.

It is impossible to forcefully take away any slaves from Tianzhulou.

I can only buy them by relying on the divine stone.

The slave trader hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand!"

Pay money and deliver goods in one hand.

After collecting the divine stone, the slave trader opened the cage and asked, "Disciple, do you want me to help you plant a soul seal for them?"

"Need not!"

Ling Jianchen shook his head.

The slave trader did not think much and handed the two slave soul seal talisman to Ling Jianchen and said, "Dear guest, if you have this talisman in your hand, they will be terrified by you. These are two geniuses, with the letter of recommendation from the Southern Divine Court, and you may have the chance to break through to the realm of the Divine Marquis in the future. Once they break through to the Divine General, you'd better take action, so as not to cause trouble to you if they break through to the Divine Marquis!"

"Um!"

Ling Jianchen nodded with a dark face.

Wu Gutong and the others were taken out. When they saw Ling Jianchen, they were stunned at first, followed by ecstasy.

Ling Jianchen shook his head at the two of them.

Taking them away from here was the only way to crush the talisman, and the two of them were free. They frowned and asked, "Where is Xiaoling? Why didn't he be with you?"

Wu Gutong smiled bitterly: "Young Master Ling, Xiao Ling, he was taken to the auction house."

"After we were captured, Xiaoling resisted and injured several masters of the peak gods on the other side. In the end, a god general attacked and suppressed him, saying that he was a top-quality slave, so he took him to the auction house. Mr. Ling, I heard that Xiaoling's price is not lower than that of ordinary god generals, and it is probably nearly ten million god stones. We can't save him at all..." Xun Yi cried with a sad face.

Even his father's chamber of commerce cannot provide millions of cash for the godstones!

"Ten million?"
Chapter completed!