The proprietor of the Halloween Auction House suffered a violent lightning attack all over his body. His body was so numb for a while that he could not move as he wished. He saw Brother Ji standing not far away, breathing heavily, with an extremely cold face, "What are you looking at?!"

"Death is imminent!" Chicken Brother clasped his hands together, palms facing down, and suddenly spread them apart.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" A thick cloud of golden palms suddenly appeared above the owner of the Halloween Auction House, and the sound of roaring dragons and tigers could be heard from inside.

The colors of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and thunder were fierce.

The proprietor of the Halloween Auction House was startled. Before he could see clearly what it was, there was a buzzing sound in his mind, and the golden palm was thick with "Poof!"

Bounce the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House into the ground.

"Rumble..."

The ground shook violently, and ravines more than ten centimeters wide cracked under the fingerprint cover. A palm-deep hole about the size of a truck appeared, and the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House was pressed into the ground for five or six minutes.

rice.

Brother Chicken's body went limp, his legs could hardly support him, and he was about to fall to the ground. Fatty Luo was woken up by the violent shock. He raised his eyes and saw Brother Chicken swaying, and he quickly gritted his teeth and dragged his body, which was also weak.

He just held on to Brother Chicken.

"Damn Murong, you are so heavy!"

Brother Ji chuckled, his mind was dizzy. Just the first three moves of "Yuanshen Transformation Seal" consumed about 90% of Brother Ji's spiritual power, and the loss of his own consciousness was also quite large.

"Huh..." Brother Ji shook his head to wake himself up a little, "Let's go see how that person is doing!"

Fatty Luo supported Brother Ji and walked step by step to the edge of the deep pit of fingerprints. He saw that the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House was breathing out much more than he was breathing in. His whole body was twitching, and the joints in his hands, feet and waist were all changing.

It looked like it had been crumpled into a big ball of human flesh, which was too horrible to look at.

"This guy is useless!" Fatty Luo turned his head. Although he didn't see how Brother Ji did it, the fact that he could do this to a Nascent Soul monk was enough to show how terrifying the attack techniques Brother Ji had used.

"That's good!" Brother Ji breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of the third-level elixir Baigudan, poured one out and ate it without saying anything, and sat down cross-legged.

When Fatty Luo saw Brother Ji resting, he didn't dare to be careless. He picked up a spiritual stone in his hand and quickly absorbed the spiritual energy. Fatty Luo was different from Brother Chicken. He just consumed too much spiritual energy, causing his body to be a little overwhelmed.

As for Chicken Brother, it consumes a lot of spiritual and mental energy. If he doesn't recover in time, the sequelae will be more troublesome.

After continuously absorbing and refining three spiritual stones, Fatty Luo's face was no longer pale. Although he was still a little dizzy, it was much better than Brother Ji's current situation.

Brother Ji took the elixir and quickly activated the spiritual consciousness technique "Qianmei Illusion Technique". At the same time, he activated the metallic spiritual root technique and continued to walk around the Great Zhoutian.

After about an hour, Brother Ji finally recovered. Although his spiritual power and consciousness have not yet returned to their optimal state, they are almost there.

Just when Brother Ji was about to finish his work and open his eyes, the second golden elixir that was being repaired in the Dantian space suddenly released a faint water-like light.

"Huh?" Brother Ji knew in his heart that he had never used low-level Huang Wendan to repair the water-type golden elixir until now. However, why does the water-type golden elixir seem to be better by itself?!

"Did you see it wrong?!" Brother Ji was extremely puzzled. Later, when his spiritual power started to work, he suddenly understood.

It turns out that water spiritual power is the most capable of repairing spiritual power. Not to mention the spontaneous spiritual repair golden elixir in the Dantian space in normal times. Today, Brother Ji spent a lot of metal spiritual power to fight, and the water spiritual power started to operate spontaneously.

In fact, before today, most of the water-type golden elixir had been repaired, but the surface was still damaged. Today's spiritual depletion caused the water-type golden elixir to control the circulation route of the spiritual power in the body, which caused a qualitative change in the golden elixir itself.

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"Hey, we have really reached the peak of the Gongji stage!" Brother Ji suddenly opened his eyes, laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, and a fluctuating spiritual power flashed in his palm.

Fatty Luo came over and said, "Hey, this is water spiritual power!"

"Not bad!" Brother Ji nodded, and spread out his other hand, and a golden spiritual power appeared, "The golden spiritual root has recovered to the initial stage of the golden elixir, and the water spiritual root has also recovered most of it. It seems that this time

Taking the risk to fight is really a blessing in disguise!"

Fatty Luo chuckled and said, "Doesn't it mean that from now on you will become a Nascent Soul Stage monk every day, and after three or four days, you will have recovered all your cultivation levels?"

"Damn, if you say so, we won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!" Brother Ji curled his lips, "The less such things happen, the better. We just had bad luck today and bought that Halloween auction house

Kill the proprietor!"

Fatty Luo couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the danger before. He quickly pointed at the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House in the deep pit with his palm prints and asked curiously: "Murong, how did you kill him?"

Brother Ji sighed, "What else can I do? Damn, all the cards in the box have been revealed. Damn it, if you didn't control him, I couldn't do it!"

Fatty Luo laughed, "My blood-striped thunder and lightning group is pretty powerful, isn't it?"

"Awesome!" Brother Ji gave a thumbs up.

Just kidding, a monk with an early stage of Jindan cultivation can rely on the attack formation he invented to trap a Yuanying stage monk for several minutes and even seriously injured him. Isn't this awesome?

Fatty Luo stared at the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House lying in a pool of blood, scratched his head, "Murong, did we forget to do something?"

Brother Ji and Fatty Luo looked at each other and exclaimed in unison, "Touch the corpse!"

"I'll do it!"

"Damn, I beat him to death, I'll do it!"

"Your sister, you come every time!" Fatty Luo chuckled, jumped down first, took out the storage bag of the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House, and then touched one back and forth on the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House.

All over, inside and out. After taking everything out, Fatty Luo activated his spiritual power, released a fire, and burned the corpse of the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House cleanly.

The heroes of this generation, the dignified Yuanying early stage monks, were inexplicably eliminated from the world by two unknown Golden Core stage monks.

A few drops of cold sweat suddenly dripped from Brother Chicken's head. This damn fat man stripped that guy naked!

"Haha, Murong, we are rich!" Fatty Luo returned to Brother Ji, sat down on the ground, laid the storage bag flat, reached out and touched it, and a red jade box appeared in his hand, "This is yours

The three-thousand-year-old Blood Flame Overlord Flower returns to its original owner!"

Brother Ji took the red jade box thrown by Fatty Luo and felt a little happy. He didn't expect such a thing to happen!

After that, Fatty Luo didn't throw anything out again, but his face changed continuously, and exclamations kept coming and going.

"I'm getting rich... I'm really getting rich!"

"What's wrong?" Brother Ji squatted next to Fatty Luo, "Is there really something very valuable?"

"Yeah!" Fatty Luo grinned, like a blooming chrysanthemum. Then, under Brother Ji's stunned gaze, Fatty Luo took out a dozen high-level spiritual treasures, three low-level and mid-level magic weapons, and one

Piles of elixirs and talismans.

"Moonlight Knife, Thor's Hammer, and Golden Pincer Mother Blade!" Fatty Luo said the names of the three magic weapons one by one. "Neither you nor I will need the Moonlight Knife, so we'll keep it for now. I'm good enough to use Thor's Hammer."

, it belongs to me! The Golden Pincer Mother Blade belongs to you, just throw away the low-level magical weapon from before, it will be embarrassing for you to use it!"

Brother Ji listened to Fatty Luo talking to himself, and three big words flashed in his mind, "nouveau riche"!

But having said that, the magic weapons in Brother Ji's hands are really useless. When fighting against high-level monks, you have to use your real skills as soon as you come out. I had a few fights with the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House, and the rain continued.

The high-level magic weapon Round Light Shield given by Wife Xi was so punched that it made a punch mark! If it was a low-level treasure such as a magic weapon, it would probably be Brother Ji and Fatty Luo who are lying on the ground now.

"Keep those magic weapons as favors in the future." Brother Ji nodded, "As for the spiritual treasures, let's divide them up, and the magic treasures will be distributed as you said! By the way, these elixirs are not bad, I'll get a few bottles

Stay close to me, everything else will be left to you, just study it yourself if you have nothing else to do!"

The two squatted together, laughing non-stop, and began to divide the spoils.

How could the proprietor of the world-famous Halloween auction house have some junk on him?

After re-equipping the new treasures, the garbage belonging to Chicken Brother and Fatty Luo were collected and put into a free storage bag.

Later, Fatty Luo took out millions of spirit stones from the storage bag of the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House. Among them, there were hundreds of mid-level spirit stones and more than a dozen high-level ones. They divided it equally between the two.

, each person received at least two to three million spiritual stones.

This big harvest made Fatty Luo's heart get excited.

"Murong, are all Nascent Soul Stage monks so rich?" The two held the Escape Talisman and stepped on the flying magic weapon, like a meteor, flying quickly towards the east.

"Probably not!" Brother Ji shook his head, "The owners of the Halloween Auction House have different identities, so naturally they have a rich fortune. But Fatty, do you plan to have nothing on hand in the future after we have all reached the Nascent Soul stage?

Now that you have the money, can you mask yourself and go somewhere to rob other Nascent Soul Stage monks?"

Fatty Luo's eyes suddenly flashed with countless little stars, "Yes, yes, Murong, your words have touched my heart!"

"Damn!" Brother Ji kicked him away, "Damn you, fat man, you'd better not think like this in the future! I'll give you a word of contentment. You must be content and principled: If you don't offend me, I won't offend you. This is our thousands of dollars."

The traditional virtues of the past years! Besides, although I was poor before, isn’t it that I am extremely rich now? We don’t need to take the initiative to rob others!”

Fatty Luo listened to the first half of the sentence and nodded with deep understanding, but the tone of the second half immediately changed. From now on, we just have to wait for others to snatch our things? Damn, it’s too vulgar.
Chapter completed!