Chapter 200 Ghost Mask Monk
Xie Huan left the box, wrapped himself in a cloak that concealed his traces, and sneaked towards the box.
Although the consciousness of ordinary monks is suppressed, it is still better to be careful.
A black-robed monk walked out of the box, also wrapped himself tightly and walked downstairs.
For ordinary items, just let the maid deliver it, but for such a huge amount, the monk will definitely deliver it personally.
Xie Huan followed carefully, and at the turning point, he quietly floated up, entered the range where his consciousness could detect, and immediately released his consciousness.
As soon as I touched the monk, I immediately sensed the other person's realm and it turned out to be a fake elixir.
“Who?!”
The black-robed monk suddenly became aware.
Although the fake elixir cannot release his spiritual consciousness, others can still clearly sense it when they probe him.
The black-robed monk turned back to the intersection in an instant, only to see a shadow flying into the distance.
There was anger in his eyes, and he was about to chase him, but he suddenly stopped and murmured to himself in a convulsion: "No! Release your spiritual consciousness and form a pill?"
In his eyes Surprised and uncertain, he watched the phantom disappear in front of him, his face extremely ugly. After a moment of thought, he turned around and rushed to the backstage to deliver, and quickened his pace.
Xie Huan's figure slowly reappeared, looking at the disappearing back of the black-robed monk, and at the same time looking at the box, his eyes flashing.
The black-robed monk just now exclaimed. He forgot to modify his voice, but it turned out to be very familiar. It was Mr. Fan!
We really can't meet each other anywhere in the world.
I can actually meet you here.
Xie Huan was undecided. With Mr. Fan here, would there be other acquaintances, such as Wei Daying? Haishan?
He looked at the box, his eyes flashing.
Is it worth buying Xiao Ping at such a high price?
Mr. Fan does not seem to be a sentimental person. He spent a huge sum of money to buy Xiao Ping. Is it just love, or does he have an ulterior motive?
After all, this amount of money is not a small amount for Mr. Fan.
Not long after, Mr. Fan came back with Xiao Ping and others.
Xie Huan moved to a hidden place aside and watched quietly.
Mr. Fan knocked on the door, and a beautiful maid opened the door. After everyone entered, the door was closed again.
The situation in the box was not detected, but Xie Huan felt that the matter must not be simple.
With Mr. Fan’s strength and status as an outsider, it is impossible to receive box treatment. There must be a bigger master inside.
Xie Huan returned to his box.
Shang Tao was relieved to see him back, and his heart relaxed completely, and he hurriedly said: "8.6 million have been taken."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, My hands are shaking a little.
The price of the magic weapon is not expensive at eight million, but the soul shell is special. It can only resist and enhance the soul power, and its resistance to ordinary attacks is very weak.
So for most monks, it is of little use, but for those who need it, it is a priceless treasure.
Xie Huan took a look and found that the main bidder was the ghost mask monk.
As the price approached 10 million, the voice gradually disappeared.
Xie Huan said without thinking, "Ten million."
Sure enough... Shang Tao wiped the cold sweat from his face, the master of Fengyu Youye is rich and willful.
“Eleven million.”
The ghost mask monk made a low voice.
It is extremely uncomfortable to hear a massage in people's ears.
The few monks around him had already sat far away.
"Twelve million."
Xie Huan followed calmly.
"Thirteen million."
"Fourteen million."
The price keeps increasing in units of millions, and neither of them seems to have any idea. He didn't care, he didn't hesitate every time he raised the price, and his voice was as smooth as ever, without any tremors.
Soon it was increased to 20 million.
This is the price quoted by the ghost mask monk.
There was no sound in the audience, and the silence could be heard.
Xie Huan frowned and continued: "Twenty-one million."
After quoting the price, he heard Shang Tao's heart twitch violently.
"Twenty-two million."
The ghost-faced monk still followed unhurriedly.
“Ha, interesting.”
Xie Huan stared at the ghost-masked monk, suddenly smiled, and stopped quoting.
Long Jianxin’s nervous hands were covered in cold sweat, but he couldn’t suppress the ecstasy in his heart.
The price of this magic weapon has at least doubled, and his performance will explode.
Long Jianxin calmed down and shouted calmly: "Twenty-two million once, twenty-two million twice, twenty-two million three times, deal done!"
< br>When the price came down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the venue suddenly became lively with a lot of discussion.
Long Jianxin was even more happy: "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, the price of 22 million may be the highest in the audience!"
The ghost mask monk He stood up, walked directly to the auction center, took out a storage bag, and threw it to Long Jianxin: "Check it."
Long Jian's mind was slightly touched, and he handed it to the maid on the side with a smile, and said politely and flatteringly: "Fellow Taoist, you can go to the backstage to deliver."
"No need, you can just do the counting on the spot. And I want the dragon-marked fruit too."
The ghost-masked monk said angrily.
Long Jianxin’s heart skipped a beat and he said with a smile: “This fruit still has to be auctioned.”
“This is not a real dragon-marked fruit, it’s just a snake-scale fruit. The top of the real dragon-marked fruit. There are no scales, but nine rays of purple light.”
The ghost mask monk said calmly. Long Jianxin's expression changed drastically, he suppressed his anger and sneered: "You need to talk nonsense, the origin of this fruit is extremely legitimate and cannot be false at all."
"If you don't believe it, you can see it for yourself. , is it a dragon pattern or a snake scale?"
The ghost mask monk pointed at the spiritual fruit on the tray.
Everyone stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and talked incessantly: "It seems to be really snake scales", "Those lines are a bit subtle, they really don't look like dragons, but like snakes", "Such a big auction, There won’t be any lies, right?”…
Long Jianxin shouted in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense and disrupt the meeting. It's too naive to judge the truth and lies based on your words. If you can't produce more solid evidence, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Do you want evidence? I will show it to you now."
The ghost-masked monk chuckled lightly, then came to the dragon-marked fruit, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it, and the fruit surged. There was a flowing cloud, and there seemed to be the sound of a dragon roaring inside.
His eyes flashed, he opened his mouth wide, stuffed the fruit into his mouth, and swallowed it.
"Gulu".
There was a deathly silence in the whole place.
Xie Huan: "..."
Although he saw that there was something wrong with the ghost mask monk, he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.
He still wants to take pictures of this fruit...
“Hey, it doesn’t taste good.”
The ghost-masked monk showed a strange smile.
When everyone was stunned and Long Jianxin didn't react, he snatched the soul shell next to him in his hand and rushed outside the auction in a flash.
Long Jianxin reacted instantly, he was in trouble, and roared: "Stay!"
A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out a Sound waves that pierce the air.
The lower abdomen collapsed, and a cloud of turbid air was spit out, quickly hovering in the air, turning into a phantom of a blue dragon.
The entire venue was shaken, and the loud "buzz" sound was like a dragon's roar, piercing the eardrums.
The figure of the ghost-masked monk stagnated in the air, turned around, opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar, like the howls of countless innocent souls in despair.
This eerie and brittle sound was like a sickle, instantly cutting through the dragon's roar.
The green dragon phantom was also divided into two.
Only a "buzzing sound——" was heard. Long Jianxin's dragon roar suddenly choked in his throat, and the other party's sound waves hit his internal organs directly. For a moment, his energy and blood surged, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Come.
"The Ghost Curse?"
Xie Huan watched quietly in the box, his pupils shrinking slightly.
He had seen this curse in Yan Wuji's jade slips, and just scanned it briefly.
At this moment, countless golden lights suddenly appeared in mid-air, intertwining into a large net, wrapping the ghost-masked monk layer by layer.
The ghost-masked monk opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black blood, which quickly condensed into a giant scythe in the air, with bloody runes flashing on it.
With a "Zheng" sound, the giant scythe waved lightly, and all the golden net layers were cut off.
But by the second level, the dragnet had arrived and quickly filled the gap.
As soon as the ghost-masked monk sheathed his scythe, his body suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist, turning into countless ghosts that screamed miserably and rushed in all directions.
"The method of disintegrating ghosts?"
The confusion in Xie Huan's eyes became even stronger.
This seems to be also a technique of the Xuanyin Sect.
But the evil cultivators in this world are all about souls, blood, curses and the like, and they never deviate from their origins.
It is somewhat arbitrary to directly conclude that this person is a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect.
And even if this strength is not comparable to Yan Wuji, it is not far behind.
The venue suddenly became chaotic, and everyone fled outside in panic.
Those ghosts mixed in the crowd and rushed outside the venue. From time to time, they would open their mouths wide and bite the monk whole, swallowing the blood and flesh.
“Everyone, stay where you are!
“Otherwise we will be killed without mercy! ”
A powerful and mighty voice came, shaking everyone’s heart.
Dan-forming monk!
I saw several figures of monks appearing in the void, and they chased them out in a flash.
Shang Tao was stunned.
It wasn't until Xie Huan rushed out that he realized what he was doing and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Daoist Pei!"
But there was no sign of Xie Huan anywhere.
The exhibition suddenly became chaotic, and a large number of monks leaked out like water.
After Xie Huan left the box, he rushed directly to the top of the Cancer Building and used his Eye of Insight.
Among the large number of ghosts, only one is the real body.
This kind of escape technique is almost invulnerable when displayed on Bobo Island.
Although the ghost itself is suppressed by the island and the power of escape techniques is greatly reduced, for ordinary monks, without divine consciousness, it is impossible to capture the true body.
Even for a pill-forming monk, the scope of his spiritual consciousness is too small and it is difficult to identify it.
Unless you are like Xie Huan, who has extremely powerful eye skills.
His eyes flashed, and he saw the body of the ghost entering a monk's body. He was about to follow him, but suddenly his mind moved, he looked at a certain direction of the building, and said lightly: "Come out."< br>
There was no movement in that place.
Xie Huan smiled softly: "If you don't come out, I'll leave."
The place then showed slight fluctuations, and a beautiful woman with a face full of astonishment slowly walked out, a pair of Fengyan stared at Xie Huan, full of disbelief, and said in a daze: "Can you release your spiritual consciousness?"
"Can't you do it too?"
Xie Huan looked at the other party, and with a flash of blue silver light, he understood some basic information about the other party: eighty-four, sixty-two, eighty-six...oh No...it's the late stage of foundation building, and the soul power is powerful.
(End of this chapter)