At this moment, the cloud space became quiet.
The warriors who had previously wanted to use their spiritual senses to detect the surroundings gave up their thoughts one by one.
After all, the end was in front of them.
Even so, everyone can feel an invisible oppression.
Some of them knew the middle-aged warrior who was blasted out earlier.
He was from a powerful ancient clan in the Gun River region, but he was still suppressed by the strong man behind the scenes.
He was blasted out without mercy.
Pressing down the sable that was moving in his arms, Qingyanghuan grabbed it to prevent it from moving.
The little thing shrank in his arms, its small eyes flashed, and it looked around, seeming to know how to break into this place.
In case of misfortune, Qingyanghuan could not protect it and appeared to be very honest and well-behaved.
However, the two little eyes kept flashing with light, and the little claws scratched and clawed.
When Qingyang Huan lowered his head and looked at it, he realized that this little thing's claws were full.
It was because the warriors around him had brought too many good things.
Everyone did not wait too long.
In the center of the place surrounded by everyone, the clouds rolled, and a stone platform shimmering with light floated up.
Without any warning, a middle-aged warrior appeared, wearing a gray animal robe.
He looked around with gentle eyes.
"I think many of my friends have participated in the Barter Conference.
The rules are very simple.
Everyone gets what they need.
We will protect everyone in Mangniu Mountain."
The middle-aged warrior was smiling, and no one dared to speak out, quietly waiting for the start.
"Ten years ago, the mountain clan of the large tribe in Guifang Territory was annihilated by foreign tribes.
The person who took action was Ming Lie, a warrior from the Nether Tribe.
The third level of the Soul-Taking Realm returned to the realm of spiritual consciousness.
Guifang Zhenjiang Mansion exchanged it for a psychic bone soldier. his head" Suddenly, the middle-aged warrior made a sound, and with a touch of his hand, the clouds in the sky suddenly gathered and turned into a shadow of a warrior, which was somewhat similar to the appearance of a human race, but unfortunately it was too blurry.
"This is Ming Lie, do you think any of you dare to accept the death order?"
"I'll take it.
The underworld is rampant in our human land and should be killed."
"I'll take it too, and I'll definitely kill him."
Many warriors immediately responded with shouts.
There were too many alien races lurking in the vast land of the human race.
Especially, the stronger they were, the more they were able to hide their reminders and take on the appearance of the human race.
This also made some alien races more difficult to kill.
Qingyang Huan had some understanding in his heart that any warrior from the Nether Clan could kill anyone.
Of course, whoever killed him would be the one to blame, but if he fell into his hands, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.
"The cub of the golden eagle, a ferocious alien beast."
Soon, a white jade bone cage appeared at the feet of the middle-aged warrior, with a golden eagle covered in dark gold crawling inside.
The little guy was only about a foot in size, but his eyes flashed with fierceness.
Even though he was locked in a cage, he still stuck out his long mouth, wanting to peck at the middle-aged warrior.
"The Falling Sky Eagle can be promoted to the Soul-catching Realm.
It is a good battle pet.
If there is a chance in the future, maybe it can evolve into the Falling Sky Eagle and become the most dangerous in the Totem Realm."
At this moment, the warriors around him were a little confused, but Qingyang Huan did not raise his eyes and remained in meditation with his eyes closed.
Soon the Golden Eagle was replaced by a warrior.
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Next, the middle-aged warrior took out the precious blood such as Prison Ox Bone Pattern, Soul-Shooting Realm Bone Soldier, Jiaolong, Qiongqi, and Manxiang.
However, these precious bloods were too thin and did not make Qingyang Huan open his eyes.
Obviously, this was It is prepared for all the descendants of those who are powerful in the Soul-Taking Realm.
After half a day passed, the middle-aged man took out dozens of treasures, some of which made Qingyang Huan feel jealous, but they were not what he urgently needed.
Finally, a green light flashed in the warrior's hand, and a white bone jade box appeared.
When the bone jade was opened, an invisible wave swept through the entire space.
In an instant, everyone seemed to be in a trance, as if they had suddenly lost their thinking.
For a warrior, such a loss of concentration is fatal.
When they reacted, a flash of horror flashed in the eyes of all the warriors.
What's this Qingyang Huan's eyes burst out with light, and he looked towards the bone jade box.
When the light dissipated, he saw a shriveled or even dilapidated animal skin, which was stained with various blood stains and was a little black. .
"The Lament of the Tomb King" "This thing actually appeared again" Finally, a warrior recognized the piece of animal skin, and then a wry smile appeared on his lips.
Hearing the low cries of the warriors around him, Qingyang Huan also figured out the origin of this ugly animal skin.
Three thousand years ago, a genius named Tomb Tianlan arose in Guifang Ancient Land.
He cut through the sky of several surrounding ancient lands with a tyrannical gesture, making many geniuses unable to lift their heads.
However, the fact is that even the countless geniuses in the entire land of Yaoshan are shrouded in his light, and they can only watch from a distance as he marches forward from a distance, stepping out from the ancient land of Guifang, breaking through the Shen Zang Realm and the Soul Photographing Realm along the way.
Totem realm, the true realm.
Just when everyone thought he was about to become the king of heaven and earth, he died without warning, and the only thing he left behind was this animal skin, which was a piece of python skin that he took with him from the beast-swallowing python.
When Tomb Tianlan fell, some people speculated that he had reached the quasi-king realm.
This piece of animal skin hiding his traces was called the Lament of the Tomb King by later generations.
Over the past three thousand years, this piece of animal skin has appeared more than once.
Countless warriors have tried to penetrate it and obtain the creation of a quasi-king, but all failed.
However, this is the first time that this piece of animal skin has appeared in the Lashan Domain.
Unfortunately, most of the warriors have extinguished the Yingguang at this moment.
After all, it is too illusory.
For a time, the entire space fell into silence, and the middle-aged warrior could not help but flash a helpless look.
Even he felt that it was too ethereal.
Over the past three thousand years, countless warriors have worked for it, but in the end they have gained nothing.
"Fifty thousand low-grade blood essence stones" Just when everyone was silent, Qingyang Huan spoke up, attracting the attention of all the warriors.
Although Qingyang Huan's appearance could not be clearly seen, the childish voice made many warriors guess his age and thought he was Which ancient clan member was moved by curiosity.
Fifty thousand pieces of low-grade blood essence stones are only 500 pieces of medium-grade blood essence stones.
Moreover, everyone here came to participate in the barter conference and spent 10,000 pieces of low-grade blood essence stones.
No one paid too much attention to Qingyang Huan's actions. .
"Eighty thousand pieces of low-grade blood essence stone" After a brief silence, a voice sounded, followed by Qingyang Huan again: "One hundred thousand yuan" When Qingyang Huan finally produced 120,000 pieces of low-grade blood essence stones, the warrior who was fighting with him became silent.
Although he had some wealth as a spirit-taking realm warrior, he spent more than 100,000 pieces of blood essence stones.
It's just not worth it to exchange for a misty chance.
And this opportunity has been verified by countless people.
They don't think Qingyang Huan can find the opportunity.
It's just that the descendants of the ancient clan are happy to see Hunter.
Soon the middle-aged warrior once again took out other exchange items, and the further he went, the more rare and precious the treasures he took out were: