Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 278 Silver Holy Soldier

This fist-sized jar is sparkling silver and crystal clear. It looks like a treasure at first glance, and everyone wants to keep it for themselves.

"Which saint refined this jar?"

"I wonder if this holy soldier has a name?"

"To become a saint, the weapons handed down to the world are not simple!"

"I'm afraid not many people can afford the price for this holy weapon!"

"With the holy weapon in hand, it can be said that he is rampant and crushes monks of the same level!"

"The auction starts for one million catties of pure source!" the auctioneer said.

"impossible!"

"How can this be!"

"One million kilograms of pure source, this insults the word holy soldier!"

But how can a holy weapon be so cheap? Even if the materials are sold, it is not only this price!

"Is there something wrong with this weapon?"

"Is this a destroyed weapon?"

"Everyone, listen to me!" the auctioneer said: "The weapon god of this holy weapon is dead!"

"Most of the Dao lines on it have been erased and have degraded!"

"Moreover, this jar has been contaminated..."

People saw that after the jar was opened, there were patches of blood inside, just like terrible stains, making the interior dull.

"Not long ago, someone excavated a ruins and found in a dangerous place, a cave with terrible filthy blood flowing..."

"That was an alienated ancestral dragon root. Instead of producing dragon marrow, it produced terrible filth. After countless thousands of years, this holy weapon was completely contaminated and destroyed."

"What a pity that a precious holy weapon was destroyed like this!"

"I really don't know how this saint could die there quietly!"

"I wonder which holy place or family the saint is from?"

"The legendary holy soldier! So contaminated."

The atmosphere at the scene immediately turned cold. No one wanted to be taken advantage of by a piece of waste.

"Everyone, this is not an ordinary holy weapon. This is a holy weapon made from the body of a saint. It is as precious a material as the Nine Heavens Divine Realm."

"If we can find the saint's body and refining it into this holy weapon, maybe we can wash away the filth of this holy weapon and restore it to its original state. If the weapon god is not dead, then we can make a lot of money. !” Seeing that the auctioneer was about to get cold feet, he immediately threw out the bait again.

"Ma-so-huhu, sell me half a million kilograms of pure source!"

"Maybe 550,000 kilograms of pure source will do!"

"..."

"One million kilograms of pure source!" Wang Bo said.

Wang Bo thought about the Dacheng Holy Body and Xingzi Secret in Shengya, as well as the corpse of the Lord of Heaven who was suspected to have become the Great Sage. He felt that using that body to refine it into it might not only be able to remove the pollution on it.

After careful nurturing, this life may be allowed to continue to grow and eventually return to its original state.

"One and a half million kilograms of pure source!" came a calm voice.

"One million eight hundred thousand kilograms of pure source!" Wang Bo continued to increase the price.

"Two million kilograms of pure source!" The voice calmly increased the price.

"That's crazy. A broken weapon is not worth the price at all!" he said in surprise.

"This is no longer a holy weapon, not even a king's divine weapon! It can only be regarded as a relatively powerful high-level weapon. One million kilograms of pure source is too much!"

The last piece of tattered holy weapon was sold at a high price of three million kilograms of pure source.

Wang Bo bought this tattered holy weapon. When he looked towards the box of the person who was bidding against him, he could not see anything clearly due to the dense barriers blocking it. Wang Bo bought the mutton-fat jade divine iron and the tattered holy weapon. Feeling satisfied, he left the auction.

Soon he left the Holy City. He was going to the Southern Region and handed these things into the hands of another body.

Because according to the division of labor among the three bodies, this body is specialized in doing bad things and dirty work.

If Hua Yunfei insists on playing Ye Fan's idea and risks exposing the ruthless inheritor, then his role will be revealed. When the time comes, he will ruthlessly devour Hua Yunfei and must not let Taixuanmen A touch of filth.

Taixuanmen is Yang Xingchen's home base, how could he allow him to have a bad reputation?
Wang Bo left the Holy City. He did not need to use the teleportation arrays of those major sects, he could teleport directly using the Xuanyu Platform.

After letting him leave the Holy City for hundreds of miles, he immediately left the Taoist shielding area of ​​the Holy City.

"Boy, we've been waiting for you for a long time!" A voice suddenly came.

"Take out our mutton-fat jade divine iron and broken holy weapons!" A person laughed.

Eight figures appeared around him, tightly surrounding Wang Bo. One of them turned out to be Jin Chixiao.

"You are seeking death!" Wang Bo said calmly.

Jin Chixiao smiled, waved his hand and said, "Are you scared out of your mind? You are talking nonsense!"

"Get him, get the treasure first!" A man in purple glanced at Wang Bo lightly.

"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon?" Wang Bo snorted coldly.

Today's Wang Bo's cultivation speed is astonishing. Now he has quickly reached the ninth transformation of dragon transformation. With his current strength, he can kill a half-step almighty without any problem.

Now these people, Jin Chixiao, has entered the early stage of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and these old men who came with him have entered the first secret realm of Immortal Stage, and they are all Taishang Elder level figures.

"Hand over the treasure and you can die a little easier!" One person said with a sneer.

"It's better to cut off the memory and work as a horse for us, and you can still live!"

"You old immortals, I think you've got me, right?" Wang Bo sneered.

"Let you have a taste of what it means to live worse than death. It's too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!" One person's face was filled with frost.

"A mere monk from the Secret Realm of Dragon Transformation is talking shamelessly in front of a group of half-step experts like us!"

Some people have a hot temper and take action as they speak.

A golden light flashed, and a trident divine halberd appeared.

After brushing it, the three-pronged divine halberd, which was about ten feet long, was filled with air-conditioning and golden divine light was flashing. There were thousands of divine lights.

This turned out to be a weapon intertwined with the laws of heaven and earth, and murderous intent swept over it like a stormy sea.

Wang Bo suddenly moved, his figure fluttering like lightning, extremely fast.

His big hand turned into a large five-color handprint, with dense runes flashing on it.

Bang bang bang.

There was a crashing sound, firelight splashed out, and a storm of energy surged.

They saw the trident divine halberd suddenly breaking into two sections, and everyone was shocked and inexplicable.

Wang Bo's speed was astonishing, and he rushed towards Jin Chixiao.

Jin Chixiao was shocked. He had already felt Wang Bo's power. Although he didn't know his true identity, he felt the threat of death.

He quickly retreated, and a war spear flew out of his body, buying himself time to dodge.

Wang Bo's big hand grabbed the war spear and erased the mark on it almost instantly.

With a slap from his body, Jin Chixiao was thrown away, his bones were broken inch by inch, and blood splattered everywhere.

As if facing a formidable enemy, everyone rushed forward at the same time to protect Jin Chixiao.

A man suddenly sacrificed a purple gold gourd, which turned into a black hole and swallowed Wang Bo in all directions.

Wang Bo's body shook violently, as if to tear the void apart, and the war spear in his hand suddenly flew out.

(End of this chapter)