However, Ye Tian directly called for 30 million essences, but it did not extinguish everyone's desire to fight, but made it more intense.
"Thirty-one million!"
"Thirty-five million!"
"I majored in swordsmanship. The Black Prison Mad Blade is basically useless to me. It depends on your abilities, both of you!" Zhan Feng, the young swordsman of the Sword Sect, sat upright in his chair and said to the two women next to him.
These two are the Qing Sect’s Saint Bai Zhu and the Xu Sect’s Saint Yin Yuhong.
Yin Yuhong stretched out her jade-like hand and slowly pushed aside a few strands of red hair in front of her forehead, revealing her forehead as white as jade. A smile spread across her pretty face. She glanced at Baizhu beside her and said with a smile, "Sister Baizhu, the Black Prison Blade is too heavy. It may not be suitable for the two of us."
Bai Zhu nodded and said, "It is indeed not suitable for us, nor for Hai Wei, but if we can get it, we can give it to Xu He. Isn't he looking for a suitable weapon?"
"Okay, it's decided," Yin Yuhong smiled, looking as if she had gotten the deal easily, as if she didn't take the other bidders seriously at all.
"Forty-five million!" She spoke lightly, but suddenly added ten million essences, which made local forces like Wu Hou silent all of a sudden.
They are just marquises of the Confucian dynasty, etc. Their wealth cannot naturally be compared with the top tycoons in various continents. Even if they have enough wealth, they have to think twice before continuing to bid.
After all, if they offend a top clan, especially those who are petty and vindictive, the consequences will be something they cannot bear.
"Amitabha, another vicious weapon has been born. I wonder how many people will die under the blade. The Buddha is merciful and compassionate to all souls in the world. We must stop the coming catastrophe." The Buddhist put his hands together, muttered, and offered a price: "Fifty million."
"Hehe, you hypocritical bald ass, how can I let you have your way?" Ghost Sect Guiguzi laughed sinisterly and said, "Fifty-five million!"
"We must get the Black Prison Mad Blade no matter what. The number of people in Shura Palace far exceeds ours. If we let them get this blade, their strength will increase greatly. When we enter the Jueyin Ruins, our Tianyang Sect will have no hope."
"Yes, the overall strength of Shura Palace is already superior to that of our Tianyang Sect. If we let them take away the Black Prison Mad Blade, our chances will be slim!"
In private room No. 90, there were two men in purple sitting on the chairs. They were the two saints of the Tianyang Sect. Next to them was a man in green. This man was Feng Shuang.
Feng Shuang was able to participate in the Hundred Sects Competition, which showed that his status in the Tianyang Sect was not low, and he might be only second to the two saints, so he would naturally not be absent from such occasions.
Hearing the conversation between the two senior brothers, Feng Shuang frowned and said: "Senior Brother Wang Chu, Senior Brother An Li, why don't we form an alliance with Shura Palace? They have more people and more power, while Di Tian, Wu Tian and others are basically the best of our generation. Besides, we are from the same continent, why should we calculate against each other and take advantage of others".
“Junior Brother Feng Shuang, don’t boost others’ morale and destroy your own prestige. Di Tian, Ye Tian and others are not bad, but what is Wu Tian? Although he has profound attainments in the way of prohibition, he is just an eighth-level master of prohibition who has not mastered the killing prohibition. There is no need to be afraid of him!”
The person who spoke was An Li, who was very thin, with yellow skin, and a head shorter than Feng Shuang, but his eyes flashed with a chilling light, and the aura that naturally exuded was several times stronger than the latter.
"An Li is right. Apart from Yan Luo Yetian, Fire God Di Tian, Shura Palace Young Master Li Tian, and Saint Son Tian Gang, the other people in Shura Palace, such as the Shura Ten Heroes, haven't even reached the Hundred Dynasties Stage and can't make any big waves at all."
Wang Chu was a big man, with a sturdy and powerful body. His muscles made his purple robe bulge out, and he looked very tough.
Among the three, his cultivation was the highest, at the Hundred Dynasties Great Accomplishment Stage, enough to look down on most of the people present. He looked down on the so-called Ten Outstanding Shuras and did not take them seriously at all.
"But, brothers, don't forget that Wu Tian had won the Nine Palaces Absolute Killing before. This is an eighth-level killing ban, plus it can lock one side. If I am trapped, I am afraid that even I will not be able to escape, let alone other brothers."
Feng Shuang had witnessed Wutan's methods in the Hundred Sects Competition, so he was quite wary of him. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to make an enemy with him.
"Haha, Feng Shuang, even though we don't understand the restrictions, we still know that they are very difficult to practice. The eighth-level restrictions should be enough for Wu Tian to comprehend for several years!"
Wang Chu smiled and said that if he was outside, with the protection of Shura Palace, Wutan would be able to meditate in peace.
But this time, it is at the Jueyin ruins. He and others may not even need to take action. Wutan will die without a burial place because someone will not let him continue to grow.
Moreover, the Emperor of the Great Confucian Dynasty and Marquis Wu have irreconcilable feuds with him, so a fight is inevitable.
"Brothers, don't forget that we were also present when Zhang He and Zhang Wang were killed," Feng Shuang reminded.
"Don't worry, just bid the price, I will take care of this matter," Wang Chu said calmly, as if everything was under control and he didn't show any sign of panic.
"I hope you won't regret your decision today!" Feng Shuang frowned, looked at the two of them deeply, and finally sighed and said, "60 million!"
"Sixty-five million..."
"Seventy million…"
…
The price of the Black Prison Mad Blade is getting higher and higher, and most of the private rooms have stopped competing. They are powerless. They are eager to get it, but they are short of money and cannot compete with people from such a big sect.
Gou Yaolong of the Forbidden Sect did not intervene. He majored in prohibitions and did not pay much attention to weapons. As for Ye Xue, since she was a woman, the Black Prison Blade was not suitable for her, so the two of them watched coldly.
Of course, if it were the imperial soldiers, they would fight for it with all their might.
The people from the Weapon Sect naturally didn't say anything. The Black Prison Mad Blade originally came from within the Sect. If they tried to interfere, it would be like reaching out and slapping themselves in the face.
Not to mention Wanbao Pavilion, they are only responsible for the auction. If they wanted it, they would have bought it directly from the Grand Elder of Qi Sect.
Therefore, at this moment, the only ones fighting frantically are those from major forces in the four continents.
Han Tian frowned and said: "Several major sects are bidding. It seems that if Ye Tian wants to get the Black Prison Mad Blade, he will have to bleed a lot."
"It's understandable for other sects to intervene, but the group of bald donkeys from Gutuo Temple actually intervened. I really don't know where their decades of hard work in Buddhism have gone."
Everyone is confused. Doesn't Buddhism emphasize the purity of the six senses, looking at the mundane world with a smile, and the emptiness of the four elements? However, Buddhists do the opposite, which is really hard to understand.
"This alone is enough to prove that Gutuo Temple is not a pure Buddhist place. On the contrary, their desires are stronger than anyone else. You must be careful when facing them in the future," Di Tian warned.
Shan Youde and others nodded. They believed in Di Tian's words without a doubt.
Han Tianxie smiled and said, "Ye Tian, do you have enough essence in your mustard seed bag to fight them? If not, don't keep silent just for the sake of face!"
“Haha, do you really think that the more than ten years I spent in the Ten Thousand Beasts Cave were wasted?” Ye Tian laughed loudly and immediately said, “One hundred million essence!”
He was so domineering that he directly added 30 million!
As a result, the price of the Black Prison Mad Blade soared to 100 million essences. If converted into essence, it would be as much as 10,000 pieces!
Shi Jiaoyun did not react much, because she was used to it and numb. In her mind, these people were more abnormal and richer than each other. Ten thousand essences might only be a fraction of what they had!
"One hundred and ten million!"
"One hundred and twenty million!"
"One hundred and thirty million!"
"One hundred and forty million!"
The Ghost Sect, Gutuo Temple, Xu Sect, and Tianyang Sect all bid without hesitation.
Ye Tian said: “Two hundred million!”
"It seems that he is determined to get it," Wang Chu frowned. If this continues, the price of the Black Prison Mad Blade will definitely exceed 500 million, and 500 million means 50,000 essences.
The Tianyang Sect only has one medium-sized spiritual vein, while the Shura Palace has one medium-sized spiritual vein and one small spiritual vein. Naturally, their financial resources cannot be compared. One hundred thousand essences are also a problem for him.
So, he hesitated!
If I continue to fight, even if I succeed in winning the photo, I might not have enough energy to pay for it.
Wang Chu looked at An Li next to him and asked, "How much essence do you have?"
An Li thought for a moment and said, "About 10,000!"
"With the thirty thousand I have here, it's only forty thousand, which may not be enough."
Then, the two of them looked at Feng Shuang, who shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't you two senior brothers know my situation? The resources I have obtained are almost not enough for my cultivation, so how can I have any extra savings?"
“Two hundred and ten million.” Wang Chu first called out the price, and then said helplessly: “If the Black Prison Mad Blade breaks through the 500 million mark, we will give up!”
The Buddhist hesitated for a moment and continued to bid.
The Buddhist disciples were already like this, let alone Guiguzi, who spoke next. His target was not the Black Prison Mad Blade, but specifically the Buddhist disciples.
Yin Yuhong from Xu Sect did not hesitate at all and attacked directly.
…
"Five hundred million!"
After several rounds of bidding, Ye Tian became a little impatient. He glanced at the entire audience and directly raised the price to 500 million, intending to eliminate some people who were disrupting the situation in advance.
Now, the auction hall fell silent.
The old man in black on the platform was trembling slightly, with undisguised excitement in his eyes. It was obvious that the price was far beyond his expectations.
The people below the stage had dull eyes and blank minds.
The competition was too fierce! It had reached 500 million, more than five times the value of the Black Prison Mad Blade itself!
This kind of scene of wasting energy like dirt was the first time for many people to see it, and it felt more exciting than watching a brutal fight.
At the same time, everyone is looking forward to seeing how high the Black Prison Mad Blade will rise in value, and who will be the final winner.
(End of this chapter)