The crystal wall is suspended in the air, shining with white light, and the handwriting on it is bright and bright, each one is vigorous and powerful.
Everyone looked at him, their eyes wide open, and their faces showed surprise.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, any of the items listed above are heaven-defying divine objects in the world of immortality. That person actually wants so many kinds of items. Do you really allow that person to rip you off?"
The big man surnamed Zhou who spoke earlier had an ugly expression on his face and mocked him with cold eyes.
"What Brother Zhou said is absolutely true. With so many people waiting for you, is it really impossible to capture even a person in the late Xuan level?" The handsome middle-aged man also spoke again, with the same cold look on his face.
These two monks are not ordinary beings. Zhou Xijie is the fifth-ranked being on the Xuan-level list of the Tianhong Realm. Qi Yuan is a monk of the Immortal Talisman Sect, and is ranked seventh on the Xuan-level list.
When the two of them started talking, even Zhuge Tianhao and Bai Shichuan would be polite.
As the two men spoke one after another, dozens of monks who arrived later immediately echoed their words, and for a while, voices of condemnation arose one after another.
Listening to the discussion, the dozens of late Xuan-level cultivators in the crowd showed sarcasm and ridicule in their eyes. There were more than a dozen people among them who had relaxed expressions, with faint smiles on their faces, but deep in their hearts.
Sneered again and again.
Those who had seen Qin Fengming's formation methods before had naturally lost their intention to take action against Qin Fengming, and everyone was ridiculing the person who spoke at this moment. And the dozen or so sneering monks came with Qin Fengming.
These dozen people have long been convinced by Qin Fengming's methods. No matter how many people there are, they don't think they can threaten Qin Fengming as long as they are not Mahayana.
"Everyone is a free man, so I won't force you. However, I have made a decision to trade with Master Qin and use the materials to exchange for the opportunity to enter the Yin family." Zhuge Tianhao glanced at everyone, his expression was calm, and there was nothing strange about it.
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"Yes, we will wait here until Master Qin comes out." Bai Shichuan said with a slight smile on his face, and there was an obvious coldness in his smile.
In an instant, everyone's voices started to discuss again.
Materials listed by Qin Fengming
The list of materials, any material in it is priceless, and if it is put up for auction in the market, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price. For such a precious item, any Xuanjie or even Mahayana will cherish it as the bottom of the box, and no one is willing to give it away in vain.
Zhou Xijie, Qi Yuan, and the others were speechless for a while, and kept talking secretly. Soon, someone moved, entered the fog in front, and disappeared.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, aren't you worried that Master Qin will be captured by those people?" Mrs. Pan suddenly said after watching thirty or forty people disappear into the mist.
"Mrs. Pan, don't worry. If the person named Qin is captured by them, with our strength, should we still worry about those people threatening me? At worst, we will take action to snatch the person named Qin back. If those people
Being captured and killed by people named Qin means we have nothing to lose." Zhuge Tianhao looked calm and replied through a message.
He said it easily, as if he had a plan in mind.
Mrs. Pan nodded, suddenly feeling enlightened. She was not a monk from the Tianhong Realm, so she was not familiar with their backgrounds and strengths. Zhuge Tianhao was familiar with them, so she knew it already.
Along with Zhuge Tianhao and others, there were naturally others who followed Qin Fengming.
The fellow monks were not worried about Qin Fengming's safety at all, but everyone was curious as to why Qin Fengming, who was at the pinnacle of the Xuan Rank, had a calm mind and was not worried about the arrival of Mahayana.
Calm returned outside the mist, and everyone did not leave. Instead, they looked for a flat place and sat down cross-legged. Everyone was calm on the surface, but there were many people secretly transmitting messages and discussing things.
And while the waves in the Taoyu Mountains were surging, and everyone was making plans, in a secret space that was unknown how far away, an extremely bloody massacre was going on. It was extremely cruel, endless resentment filled the void, and the endless world was being destroyed.
The evil spirit is permeating, the sky and the earth are dark, and the blood mist is permeating, as if a doomsday scene has descended on the world.
The red ocean swept across the sky and the earth, and the red mist roared like a hurricane. In the vast red
The vast ocean swept across, and it was so bloody that it made people sick to hear it. The earth roared, the mountains trembled, and the red ocean spread, impacting towns one after another. People all over the mountains and plains ran away and climbed up the mountain slopes.
However, people have no idea that this vast blood-like flood is not ordinary water, but can move along the mountain slopes. The towering mountain peaks can also be spread by it.
The floods of bright red and sticky water spread across the land, but the green vegetation remained unscathed. Not a single rock was swept away, but anything with a breath of life, whether it was a monster, a mortal, or a fierce bird that was scurrying in the air.
, will be swallowed up by the blood-like sea of blood.
The wails shook the heaven and the earth. Tens of millions of heads were rising and falling in the vast blood-red ocean. The wails resounded throughout the world, making people tremble and frightened when they saw it. .??.
This space is vast and covered with mountains. Although the crowd is dense, there are obviously no very advanced monks.
Facing the vast sea of blood, no matter how many mortals there are, they cannot resist it.
If Qin Fengming were here now, he would definitely recognize that he had been here before and stayed here for a long time.
This world is exactly the immortal land that makes monks from the three realms talk about it.
There are a large number of mortals in the Land of Immortal Relics, as well as a group of divine servants who have been passed down for a long time. Those divine servants are strange and proficient in blood soul magical powers.
Now this immortal land is being ravaged by the red ocean filled with ghosts and ghosts. The world is filled with evil spirits, the gloomy atmosphere is spreading, and the red evil mist filled with resentment is like a hurricane roaring, and the catastrophe has swallowed up the vast world of human life.
This disaster was even more brutal than the soul sacrifice that Qin Fengming experienced back then. A large area of land where humans lived and multiplied was swallowed up by a sea of red blood. Countless mortal tribes and low-level monks were swallowed up by the blood and water. The scene was extremely miserable.
And in the core area of the vast ocean of blood, there is a huge altar floating in the sea of blood.
The huge altar was covered by a giant six-pointed star array with twinkling rays of light.
The figure of the monk wrapped in thick bloody mist sat cross-legged in the center of the altar. Wisps of divine soul energy rushed out from the vast blood water around him and disappeared into the mist of the altar.
If someone releases their spiritual consciousness, they will see that the divine soul energy is the extremely pure soul-creating energy. A massive amount of soul-creating energy gathers turbulently, and the altar seems to be a bottomless pit, and no amount of living souls can fill it up.
It is very obvious that those mortals swallowed by the sea of blood are the source of these soul-generating energies.
And when the vast sea of blood spreads across the world, there are tens of thousands of monks in front of them, driving away a large number of mortals who are constantly wailing. The mortals in the land of immortals are experiencing a bloody massacre, screaming from the sky and the earth.
The earth is not spiritual. The lives of mortals are no different from those of ants.
"Forefather, four of the five mortal cities have been swallowed up. I wonder if we should continue to move forward?"
Suddenly, a continuous cry sounded from a distant place, spreading across the vast sea of blood, stirring up a large area of bright red blood mist.
The sound was loud, then gradually disappeared, and for a while there was no sound.
After nearly half an hour of silence, an intermittent voice came out from above the tall altar, "How about...the penetration...of the formation...?"
The sound is not loud, and seems a little lacking in confidence, but the sound spreads very far and there is no distortion.
"Reporting back to our ancestors, the penetrating formation has taken shape, but it will take at least more than three hundred years to complete. However, the disciple is looking for the formation master in the three realms, which should be able to shorten the time." The voice from before.
Without hesitation, he answered immediately.
"Okay...you guys...try your best..." This time there was an immediate response from the altar.
Another half an hour passed before another voice sounded intermittently: "The last... one city... remains..."
"I will obey the order of our ancestors and leave the last city behind for reproduction!" A voice rumbled in the distance, and the vast sea of blood that was originally rushing forward suddenly stopped.
After a moment, a sea of blood rolled and surged like a vast ocean, rushing in another direction.