Chapter 736 The Showdown between Ice and Fire
The price in the third round of auction was finally set at the price quoted by Shen Jibai.
But the hammer in the auctioneer’s hand had no chance to ring.
In the middle of the field, something unexpected happened.
A tall, slender, middle-aged man appeared on the platform without warning.
"I didn't expect that it was really you." The man stood on the side of the coffin.
Like a mourner.
Ignoring the shocked and uproarious audience.
His shoulders drooped slightly and his head was lowered.
The middle-aged man does not wear a mask. He has heroic facial features, clear and three-dimensional, and thick black eyebrows like two sharp swords, slanting across the sides of his hair. A little bit unruly.
The man had a complicated expression as he slowly stretched out a palm and reached into the coffin.
It seems that he wants to remove the covering of the human face in the coffin.
But when his eyes touched the slightly withered face of the ancient corpse, his palms trembled uncontrollably, and he stopped stiffly.
He sighed lightly, after all, he did not have the courage.
With a flick of his fingers, he picked up a scorching red lotus and placed it on the shoulder of the person in the coffin:
"It's too late...it's too late...I've let you wander outside for so many years. Uncle Su will take you home right now."
Seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared on the stage, I felt like I was in trouble. Thunder and lightning killed him, and his brain became confused with a bang.
Although Shen Jibai is a genius with spiritual roots, his cultivation level is only Takumi after all.
He was blind and unable to sense the aura of the man on the stage, and said calmly: "What? Someone is here to cause trouble?"
"It's Su Guanhai... It's Su Guanhai of Taixuan Sect. ! Why is he here! Why is he interested in a coffin?" Ying Xiu looked at the uninvited guest in despair.
Taixuanzong had always been on good terms with the Zhongyou Dynasty, and the only link was the marriage letter between him and Su Jing two hundred years ago.
It’s just that the number of engagements has long been over, and even if they were, the person Su Guanhai should care about should still be him.
Why did you appear in this filthy dark city for just a coffin corpse? !
He is the dignified leader of Taixuan Sect! The first of the three!
"Oh? Is it Sect Leader Su? That's not surprising." Compared to Ying Xiu's shock, Shen Jibai remained calm as always.
He put away the doll in his arms, rubbed his brows tiredly, and said, "This coffin can't compete with him tonight. I think it's time for Palace Master Yin and Baili Yu to be there too, right?"
Although Shen Jibai is alienated from the world and indifferent to others, his temperament is extremely cultivated.
He is the crown prince of the Guyin Kingdom, but he has never been arrogant. He still treats the most respected person in the world with respectful words and honorifics.
But for some unknown reason, he addressed the Tianxi Sword Master by his first name without any trace of disgust and hatred.
Ask the auctioneer on the stage and the maid has no idea what happened.
The barrier around him had not been broken, but the man on the table showed no sign of his arrival.
In the Yu Tower, the guarding cabinet members roared with weapons in hand, rushing onto the stage like a tide, trying to capture the troublemaker.
The man in white on the stage felt noisy.
He raised his arms lightly, as if holding the sky and the earth, and the broad sleeves of his robe blew a breeze.
The breeze was slightly warm, like the scorching wind in summer on the prairie, and the crowds that were coming from all directions were blown away like smoke from cooking stoves.
The weapons in their hands and the masks on their faces turned to dust like sand, revealing countless frightened faces on a sheet of paper.
Su Guanhai's clear and sharp brows were instantly filled with murderous intent, and his swollen sleeves were hunting.
He snorted coldly. After all, he did not choose to commit suicide in front of this coffin.
He held the edge of the coffin with his palm across the void, and the storm rose. As he exerted force on his wrist, the ancient purple gold coffin, which weighed a lot, was sucked up from the ground with a roar.
At this moment, a huge hole was suddenly torn open by the strong wind.
In the crack, a figure with lightning speed descended from the sky.
The figure was wrapped in a semicircle of frost and ice. The huge and domineering aura made the space buzz and tremble, causing the entire ground and attic to tremble violently, as if a huge snow mountain was coming from the top!
The boots on the man's feet continuously hit the space and the strong wind. Ice blossoms burst out, frost continued, and the friction between them made a sound like the vibration of an avalanche.
Finally, a pair of feet landed heavily on the edge of the coffin on the other side.
The purple gold coffin that was lifted up made a loud noise and sank again.
Where the Wenjun Platform came into contact with the ancient coffin, dozens of slender cracks spread rapidly, and ice dust particles like silver shavings spattered from the intersection of the cracks.
With a shrill scream from the auctioneer, she was knocked out in the swirling smoke and dust, along with the barrier that suddenly collapsed into countless fragments of yellow light.
Su Guanhai looked at the ancient coffin embedded motionlessly between the countertops under his palm, as well as the intact body inside the coffin.
He looked helpless and said, "Brother Dufeng, are you going to fight over this?"
Ying Xiu looked at Shen Jibai with a complicated expression, his expression was very different.
Shen Jibai was actually right.
After Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng, the master of Cangwu Palace, also came for this purple gold coffin? !
Then father, is he also...
Ying Xiu was extremely confused, and he became increasingly panicked and uneasy about the identity of the person in the coffin.
Even if you take a step back, if that person is really his brother and inherits the purple blood of Zhongyou, no matter how noble his status is, how can he attract these two people to come out together?
Looking at Shen Jibai's appearance of knowing all the past events, Ying Xiu had the illusion that he was the outsider.
"Who wants to argue with you?"
The palace master Yin Dufeng picked his nostrils angrily and looked at the ancient corpse in the coffin with a sullen face.
There was a bit of disgust in his eyes: "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen this boy. With such a thin and weak physique, I really don't know how my daughter can look at him."
Although Yin Dufeng has an elegant name, he is actually a complete cutter.
Although he, Su Guanhai and Sword Master Yu are both the Taoist leaders of the three sects, he is one of the strongest thousand-year-old immortals in the world.
But just from the appearance, there is no trace of immortality in him.
He has a rectangular face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, thick hair and thick eyebrows, giving him the appearance of a tall and thick man.
Coupled with the innate fearless expression, he is not like a fairy, but more like a gangster.
That demeanor and demeanor are thousands of miles apart from Su Guanhai. Su Guanhai smiled slightly, and the palm of his hand suddenly fell into place. The huge atmosphere of the burning red lotus behind him surged up, dispelling the cold frost of the other party. The stamens of the crimson fireworks gently flickered and stretched towards Yin Dufeng's feet. .
"Since Brother Dufeng doesn't like him, why bother to fight for his love? After all, this child is also my favorite. Now it's best for me to bring him back to Nanze."
Yin Dufeng looked at the fire spreading under his feet, his brows furrowed, his feet shook, he leaped up, stepped hard, and a virtual snow mountain rose from the sky!
He stood on the top of the snow-capped mountains, his eyebrows as thick as black silkworms were twisted hard, and his expression was majestic and angry like a thunder god.
"Don't do this! This short-lived brat died in your Taixuan Sect back then! Take him back, do you have the qualifications to do so?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Dufeng held in his hand a ball of brilliance that was as chilling as the stars. Between his hands, the entire Yulou was like a cold winter. The hundreds of lanterns on the tall building were glowing under the extremely cold atmosphere. Destroyed.
His spiritual power poured down from his palm, like an upside-down glacier waterfall, covering the purple gold coffin.
In an instant, thick frost condensed around the ancient coffin, and the spiritual power in the ice flowed, and outsiders were not allowed to touch it!
Su Guanhai breathed out slowly and said, "If Su remembers correctly, the person who turned this child away back then was Brother Yin, right?"
The three sects have been in harmony for more than two hundred years, but in private, the relationship between Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng has not been too bad.
He used to call him Brother Dufeng, but if he changed his name and called him Brother Yin, it meant that he was gradually getting angry.
Yin Dufeng laughed sarcastically: "Do you think you can cure your Heiwazi's soul-leaving syndrome by bringing this ancient coffin back to Nanze?"
Listen When he was called Hei Wazi, the fire in Su Guanhai's eyes became even stronger, and his words were quite sharp:
"Even if I give this coffin to you, Brother Yin, is it possible that Brother Yin will really Dare you bring this coffin to your little niece? If you really want to unravel the backlash of the oath you made back then, you might as well put in more effort to find the ashes of the ghost master Zheng Siyan. After all, that was the case back then. But Brother Yin, you personally chose Chenglong as your son-in-law."
Yin Dufeng, who has always been simple and straightforward, has never defeated this sinister guy like Su Guanhai in terms of quarrels.
When he heard the name Zheng Siyan, he flew into a rage, like a cat with its tail plucked: "I think you, old boy, have itchy skin!"
He turned his hand and shook it to pieces. The snow-capped mountains at your feet.
The mountains collapse, the snow splits, and the city is about to rush!
The avalanche of rolling rocks made everyone at the scene feel like they were on the scene themselves, transformed into fine sand in the turbulent snow-colored river between the vast world, and were pitifully swallowed up and enveloped by the powerful and overbearing aura.
Disaster!
This is the four-character description that emerged in everyone's minds at the same time!
The strongest Tribulation Immortal in the world is really different!
The Wenjun Terrace is sinking inch by inch at an alarming speed, and the cracks are becoming more and more cracked.
The third lady who was watching the battle in front of the window of the four-story Tianzi-shaped room disappeared without knowing when.
The pupils of the puppet man sitting in front of the sand table made of gems gradually dimmed, and he sat down lifelessly with his head tilted.
The floors began to collapse layer by layer, and wood dust was scattered everywhere. Countless figures hurriedly rushed out of the rooms and began to flee.
The eldest princess of Qin in the room named Xuan was unsteady on her feet, frowning and holding on to the window.
It’s just that the two young masters of Xindao Cangwu Palace and Taixuan Sect always get along with each other when they meet each other. Why don’t they stop talking about it even when their parents are here?
She is no longer the high-spirited female general who followed the sword master on the battlefield. Her spiritual roots have long been destroyed, and she has no spiritual power, let alone cultivation.
Ordinary monks are still able to protect themselves in such a battle.
But even if she fell from this four-story building, she would probably be injured and her life would be in danger.
But the eldest princess showed no panic on her face. The moment the floor beneath her feet cracked, the space beside her twisted and changed, and a man in black armor walked out of the sky: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."
The man in black armor picked her up horizontally, and a pair of steel wings burst out from behind him. He flew a few times in the air and left the affected area.
Facing the cold and frosty feeling that hit his face, Shen Jibai raised his arm at will and held up a finger. A semicircular light film suddenly formed in front of his fingertip, making it visible to the naked eye. The frosty air is blocked off.
Ying Xiu was not so lucky. He was hit hard by the remaining force and was caught off guard, taking in a breath of cold air covered in dust and frost.
The icy breath was like countless fine and sharp ice knives, cutting his lungs to the point of feeling queasy.
His face was pale, his body was shaking violently in pain, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost broke his chest.
What are those two talking about...
In the thick frost and ice mist that covered the sky and the earth, a scorching red lotus swayed.
Su Guanhai did not take a step back, and there was not even a trace of white hair on his face. He raised a fist with one hand, like a Tai Chi painting, and fired several punches from the sky.
A few seemingly ordinary punches, but they blasted out a sea of thunder and sound. The air on the fists trembled and burned. Amidst the bursts of explosions, Yin Dufeng, who was standing high in the sky, was marked with three-inch deep marks on his chest. fist marks.
Yin Dufeng took a long breath of the air of heaven and earth. While his big robe was swaying, he slapped it with a palm. A strong wind blew in the Yu Tower. A huge ice tree rose from the ground and hit Su Guanhai hard. on the body.
Su Guanhai's body flew high, and with a step of his toes, the huge ice tree that looked like the awakening of a cold dragon broke and collapsed inch by inch.
Yin Dufeng took a long breath without exhaling, then leaned down and rushed down.
The two figures were swallowed up by the two-pole mysterious light of the silver frost bright fire. Everyone who dared to watch from a distance turned pale. It was a great blessing to have the opportunity to witness the battle between the two sect leaders.
But when they saw this shocking scene with their own eyes, they felt a deep sense of despair and powerlessness in their hearts.
This made them clearly realize that there was more than just mountains and seas separating them from the powerful men who stood at the top of the world.
In the invisible space, the cold current is rushing and the flowing fire is burning.
The two most domineering and conflicting forces in the world are colliding fiercely, from a distant and opposing energy to a collision of fists.
The two terrifying forces gradually gained control within their bodies without any leakage. Each blow hit the other party with the most domineering power with incomparable accuracy.
In this fierce contest, even the distant heaven and earth continued to respond. A series of solemn and majestic atmospheres continued to rise and fall in the ice and fire, as if the sun and the moon were about to be swallowed without a trace.
The thick ice on the ancient coffin melted into water little by little, and soon the water turned into mist.
Wenjuntai has been completely destroyed. Countless dense pit marks appeared on the solid Qinggang stone ground with dull collision sounds.
As two fist seals with different attributes criss-crossed in the air and fell, the two men, who were full of fighting spirit, were equally matched in strength, and were finally forced by the other party to express a killing intent.
The two successfully aroused each other's anger by mocking each other's daughter's shortcomings. After a long stalemate, the two finally lost their last patience.
Unexpectedly, the battle gradually got out of control, causing the two of them to lose their sense of proportion. The fist that fell diagonally fell squarely on the purple gold ancient coffin.
Even the Zizhu of Xihai Fanlin could not withstand the attack of two thousand-year-old immortals.
Under the horrified looks of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, they saw that the ancient coffin, which had not been damaged for a hundred years, collapsed like rotten wood exploding!
The well-protected corpse was thrown out by a terrifying force.
The two of them couldn't care less about fighting to find a place for their daughter. They turned into two sharp shadows and swept downwards. They looked panicked and nervous to pick up the innocently implicated corpse.
(End of this chapter)