"Shopkeeper, please save my wife's life." The Ghost King no longer looked like the leader of the first demon sect in Zhu Xian world at this time. He knelt on the ground and begged.
This peerless hero was excited and frightened. There was a way to save his wife in front of him, but what if Zhou Yang didn't agree to him?
Although this possibility was slim, the Ghost King was afraid.
He was a hundred times more afraid than when he saw Zhou Yang condensing the seven-colored mountain peak with great supernatural power in Zhu Xian world.
At that time, Zhou Yang was in Tian Yin Temple, one of the three major sects in Zhu Xian world. It was very likely to represent the famous sects. He was the leader of the Ghost King sect, one of the four major demon sects.
The possibility of Zhou Yang suppressing or killing him was very high.
And now, he was an intern in Wanjie Lou. The method of saving people in the Dark Bible seemed to be very simple. The possibility of Zhou Yang being willing to save his wife was 99.99%.
But it was that trace of impossibility that made him feel fearful.
"If you want to save, you should save it yourself." Zhou Yang threw the Dark Bible to the Ghost King.
As an employee of Wanjie Lou, he could read all the words in the world. The Ghost King could naturally read the spell on the Dark Bible.
As long as the Ghost King's wife still had bones left, her soul could be summoned. With the goods in Wanjie Lou, there were many ways to keep a ghost alive.
"Thank you, shopkeeper! Thank you, shopkeeper! Thank you, shopkeeper! " The Ghost King took the Dark Bible excitedly, kowtowed to Zhou Yang nine times on the ground, and disappeared from the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.
"You two also look for a suitable body in this world. Once you choose, call Yama in the underworld." Zhou Yang said to Imhotep and Ansuna on the side, then returned to Wanjie Lou with Esdeath and Bouma.
"One day later, a high-level auction will be held. The requirements to participate are masters with combat power above the supreme master level, or customers with a membership card balance of more than 10000 value points." After Zhou Yang returned to Wanjie Lou, he let the system issue this notice.
Then, he entered the resting room and started forging spirit artifacts again.
However, Wanjie Lou's most precious crafting material had already been used up to refine the Clear Light Sword, so it was almost impossible to refine another high-grade spiritual weapon.
Directly recruiting experts through the system was definitely not as strong as holding a high-level auction to capture the thoughts of others.
At that time, when the Advanced Auction ended, he would be able to pick out some experts from among them.
Naruto world, the land of water.
Under a towering tree, a man with long hair, an orange-red, black-striped one-eyed mask, and a long black robe sat quietly under the tree.
Uchiha Obito, the representative of Madara.
Since the death of Nohara Rin and the destruction of the Uchiha Clan, Obito felt that he has changed.
The optimistic and lively Uchiha Obito, who once had a dream, became the scheming, ruthless, and cruel Uchiha Madara.
Obito found that he didn't recognize himself at all. Was the boy who dreamed of becoming Hokage still there?
At the end of each mission, Obito would ask himself again and again, is he still there?
"Wanjie Lou auction? Auctioning three chances of resurrection? "Obito quietly sorted out the information in his mind with a calm look.
The Sharingan glowed red as it scanned everything around it.
"No Genjutsu?" Obito's voice trembled with disbelief. Doesn't that mean he can resurrect Rin?
Hum ~
Under the towering tree, Obito disappeared without a trace.
The Legend of the Condor Heroes world, Peach Island.
East Devil Huang Yaoshi sat alone in the Plum Blossom Forest, gently playing the flute with a trace of sadness, a trace of reminiscence, and a trace of regret.
Back then, for the sake of a Nine Yin Manual, he killed his own wife.
What Nine Yin Manual? Motherf * cker, now there's even a Cultivation Method.
"Wanjie Lou will hold a high-level auction, and the members above the Grandmaster level have a balance of more than 10000 points?"
East Devil Huang Yaoshi's face changed dramatically as he disappeared in Wanjie Lou.
Buddha's Palm World.
The Ancient Sword Soul of the Fire Cloud Evil God lay under a roof, looking somewhat deranged, like a demented old man.
However, there was always hatred in his heart. His lover died tragically in the Jianghu, and he wanted to take revenge and dominate the Jianghu.
"Wanjie Lou has the ability to resurrect the dead?"
… …
At this time, everyone in the Myriad World Mall was looking at the upcoming high-level auction.
The time of the high-level auction was very short, only half a day.
However, every treasure inside was priceless. Spiritual weapons used by immortals, thousands of years old elixirs, and even the chance to resurrect the dead were being auctioned.
"Uncle, let's hurry up." Yue Buqun followed behind Feng Qingyang and urged him, because those who met the requirements for the auction could bring three followers.
Feng Qingyang was also well-prepared, and he was able to become the number one expert in the Jianghu. His talent was naturally amazing.
Compared to Ximen Chuixue and the others, he became a Grandmaster earlier.
"The rich guy is here again!" Yue Buqun looked at the green python in the Anaconda Disaster world and said enviously.
Basically, no one was a match for the items that this guy had his eyes on at the auction.
Now, he heard that Wanjie Lou bought a spell called the Little Art of Cloud and Rain, which could turn the essence of the sun and the moon into Spirit Qi.
In a world with almost no Spirit Qi, the cultivation speed produced by using the Little Art of Cloud and Rain was similar to the speed of cultivation in the Wuxia world.
He used the Little Art of Cloud and Rain, of course, not to cultivate, but to nourish the Blood Orchid.
In all the worlds, he was probably the only one who had the time to use the Little Art of Cloud and Rain.
Now, his Blood Orchid industry was very popular, and it was a rare treasure that countless demons and ghosts envied.
"There are a lot of experts this time," Feng Qingyang said lightly, his eyes filled with a trace of seriousness.
Everyone who came here was a giant in the Jianghu, no less than a Grandmaster.
And for many people, it was the first time they appeared in Wanjie Lou, but at a glance, it was obvious that they were definitely top experts.
Even when many people passed by him, he could feel a sense of threat.
"Let's go in," Feng Qingyang said and walked in.
The advanced auction was different from the usual auctions. Inside, there was a conical square.
Along the arc above, there were rows of seats. There were no private rooms, so everyone could see the opposite side.
The auction platform was also floating in mid-air, a little higher than the seats.
"There are really a lot of people here!" Yue Buqun sat behind Feng Qingyang, looking at the strange faces. These strange faces actually surpassed the people he knew.
"What's your name? I'm the Old Urchin. What kind of martial arts do you have? Let's compete." The Old Urchin from the world of the Divine Condor Heroes laughed and asked in front of everyone.
But few people paid attention to him. They all closed their eyes and meditated, as if they didn't care about the outside world.
After a while, he found Guo Jing, who was leaning against the world of the Divine Condor Heroes, and sat down.
At this time, the surroundings of Wanjie Lou were even more lively. Most of the things in the advanced auction were disposable goods.
After they were sold, they didn't know when they would appear again.
Although some people knew that their chances of winning the treasures were not high, they still tried to find ways to top up their membership cards. If they didn't go in, there would be no hope at all.
If they went in, there might be a glimmer of hope.
"Zhu Youjian, why don't you have enough value points? Do you want me to lend you some?" Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian was calculating his wealth when he saw an emperor wearing a dragon robe with a calm expression and a trace of contempt in his eyes. He had a long braid and was wearing a dragon robe.
"Who are you from the Qing Dynasty?" Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian slightly frowned.
"I am the Great Qing Emperor, Aisin Gioro Xianyan." The Emperor of Jiaqing smiled faintly and said, "I just saw an emperor frowning here, so I asked a Han person. I didn't expect it to be the famous Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, who had died."
"Are you new here?" Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian looked at Jiaqing Emperor Xianyan coldly, then turned around and left.
Jiaqing Emperor Xianyan was speechless.
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