The coffin in the sky slowly fell, and Zhuo Jianfeng suddenly appeared and said loudly, "The auction is not over yet, is there anyone bidding?"
The scene was eerily quiet, and Zhuo Jianfeng's voice spread throughout the auction city.
"Let me see who dares to bid. The blade of Skynet will kill you without mercy." There was chaos in the space, and Zhuo Jianfeng was knocked out by a huge force. An arrogant middle-aged man appeared on the spot, scorning the entire audience.
"It's Sha Qingshan, the strongest of the Five Kills of Emperor Yuan of Tianwang"
"It turns out it's him. No wonder he's so arrogant. Everyone else in Skynet has been fine these years. But this Sha Qingshan is arrogant and domineering, provoking others many times. If he wasn't afraid of Skynet's power, he would have been killed long ago."
"Shut up, he is Emperor Yuan's Five Cuts, don't be heard"
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"You want to exchange this thing for our city lord's head? You look down on our city lord too much." Sha Qingshan sneered, and the power of space rushed towards the coffin. The coffin, which exuded the vicissitudes of ancient times, was blasted into pieces by the power of space, revealing a
The old man is floating in the sky.
"Hong...Hongshang?"
There was a huge uproar in the auction city. No one thought that the corpse in the coffin was actually the saint Hongshang. One of the saints who disappeared with Sun Quan eight years ago turned into a corpse and returned to the Cangqiong Continent. It was shocking.
The oppression of the saint comes from the recognition of heaven and earth. Even though Hongshang is dead, his pressure still trembles the people below. The power of the saint shocks the past and the present. Even if he dies, he can still suppress one party.
Between Hongshang's brows, a saint's mark flickered and seemed to disappear.
Sha Qingshan was terrified. He had just attacked the saint. Even though it was a corpse, it still frightened him so much that he did not dare to take a step forward.
"Zhuo Jianfeng, tell me, where did you get Hongshang's body? Who exchanged him for the city lord's head?" Sha Qingshan thought of something and glared at Zhuo Jianfeng.
Everyone else also looked at Zhuo Jianfeng, wondering where Sun Quan and the other saints had gone? Why had there been no news for eight years, but now a body was reported back.
"Ahem 7e7e" Zhuo Jianfeng was hit by Sha Qingshan so hard that his chest collapsed. Fortunately, he had good cultivation and had reached the Yuan Emperor Three Slashes, otherwise that blow would have been enough to kill him.
"I don't know either. That mysterious man just handed me Hongshang's body. Even the lowest price was revealed at the end. I don't know where Hongshang came from."
"Then how did you get the deal?"
“The items being auctioned are not asked about their provenance, only their value.”
"Why did you designate this coffin as the final item? It stands to reason that you didn't know that it was Hong Shang's body at the time." Someone raised doubts.
Zhuo Jianfeng glanced around and said helplessly, "Because the seller gave us a deposit that was enough to buy all the items in the previous auction. If the corpse in the coffin is not worthy of being the finale item, these deposits can also compensate for our losses."
Not long after, with questions one after another, it was finally determined that Zhuo Jianfeng did not know anything about it.
During this period, several people from the Imperial Alliance showed up and asked to retrieve Hongshang's body, but they were refused. This was Skynet's sphere of influence and it was not the Imperial Alliance's turn to make the decision.
At this time, Yun Xiaowu asked in surprise, "Isn't that a strange grass?" Yun Xiaowu's words attracted the attention of many people, who all looked at her. After a pause, Yun Xiaowu looked solemn and affirmed, "That's right.
It’s it”.
Sha Qingshan cupped his fists and asked, "Is Miss Yun aware of the secret?"
Yun Xiaowu nodded and said, "Look, there is a strange grass at Hongshang's feet. I have never seen this kind of grass in other places except ancient battlefields."
Everyone looked at the soles of Hongshang's feet, and there was indeed a strange-shaped grass that had been trampled, but they could vaguely recognize its original appearance.
At the same time, an old man took out an ancient book and compared it, and determined that this kind of grass could only be found on ancient battlefields and could not grow anywhere else.
Now everyone knew that Hongshang came from the ancient battlefield.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. The whereabouts of all the saints eight years ago have finally been revealed. The ancient battlefield, that mysterious place. At the same time, the legend of Yuan has also been unearthed by those who are interested. Emperor Yuan's Nine Slashes, a god-like existence, can only be found in the ancient battlefield.
Only then did he have the resources needed to achieve the Yuan Emperor's Nine Slashes. The continent was boiling, and countless people seemed to see the road leading to the supreme palace.
Within a few days, people appeared one after another in Dongyin City, heading to the ancient battlefield together, where there was the source of the strongest road.
In the empty city, Sha Qingshan stood respectfully in front of Rui Tianhong and said softly, "Since Hongshang's body was transported to the empty city, people from the Imperial Alliance have appeared frequently, wanting to retrieve Hongshang's body. Even Mei Lianhai and Hengshan Yue have appeared. Hope
Retrieve Hongshang’s body.”
"Don't worry about them," Rui Tianhong said lightly, waving his hand to dismiss Sha Qingshan, then looking at the corner of the courtyard, he said in a cold voice, "I'll give you a chance, come out, otherwise you don't have to leave."
The space in the corner was distorted, and a figure slowly stepped out. The wretched appearance was quite embarrassing, "Brother Rui, long time no see."
Rui Tianhong's old face had no expression, as if he didn't see that the person coming was Mei Lianhai. Mei Lianhai sighed and said, "I know that we betrayed Skynet and Sun Quan, and we are not qualified to appear again, but eight years ago
Sun Quan almost destroyed the Imperial Realm and even the leader of the alliance was severely damaged. He should have made up for it a little bit. Please return the body of the leader and let us take it back for a proper burial."
"Hongshang's body?"
Mei Lianhai's eyes showed sadness and he nodded bitterly.
"Yes, but it will take a while," Rui Tianhong said calmly.
Mei Lianhai was startled, "Why?", "I don't want to answer, you go back first, and I will return him to you when I can return it."
Mei Lianhai hesitated to speak, but Rui Tianhong's figure disappeared. Not far away, Daniu and Erniu appeared, staring at Mei Lianhai warily. Mei Lianhai sighed, shook his head and left.
In the empty city, in the space developed by Sun Quan, Rui Tianhong held Hongshang's forehead with one hand, and his eyes were strange and generous. The saint's mark was peeled off, suspended in the palm of his hand, and slowly rotated. Hongshang's body lost the saint's mark, and something happened.
Great change, like an ordinary half-saint corpse lying on the ground.
"The bones in your body are all broken, your body is almost annihilated, your soul is completely turned into ashes, and even the saint's mark can't protect you. What kind of enemy have you encountered that even you, a saint, can't resist? How far into the ancient battlefield can you go?
Encountered such an enemy?" Rui Tianhong looked at Hongshang's body and murmured in confusion.
An individual enters the ancient battlefield in an attempt to find the source. These people all believe that it is not the level of cultivation that determines the origin, but rather the fate of those who live there. They believe that they are all possible, so there is an endless stream of people entering the ancient battlefield.
When the news that Wang Jianfei entered the ancient battlefield came out, it caused a wave of craze. Countless strong men entered the ancient battlefield. The ancient battlefield became noisy for a while. They only had source and hope in front of them, but they ignored the horror of the ancient battlefield. Even the saints