Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1335 Yin Yang Sword Coffin
In the end, after Ye Xuan no longer bid for it, the drop of flawed atavistic demon blood was won by Mu Wuyan.

After paying 750,000 magic crystals and obtaining the ancestral magic blood, Mu Wuyan was still filled with joy, although in the end he met a guy who competed with him, which made him very unhappy and painful.

Mu Wuyan returned to the VIP room and looked at his last bidder with cold eyes.

Ye Xuan also felt his eyes moving back and forth over him.

Ye Xuan sneered in his heart. Who could recognize him when he used magic to conceal his face?

Even if some of the alien races have cultivated certain special secret methods, at most we can see that they do not show their true faces to others.

Next, Ye Xuan closed his eyes slightly, as if he was no longer concerned about the auction below.

The following auction also went extremely smoothly under the chairmanship of Chen Huoxi.

"The eighteenth item is the Aili Pill. This pill is a kind of medicine that can help you break through bottlenecks. If a Saint King cultivator takes this pill when he breaks through to the Half-Step Immortality Realm, it will increase his chances of breaking through by at least 10%..."

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Auction items continued to appear, and the sounds of bidding rose one after another. Whether it was the VIP room above or the tens of thousands of aliens below, everyone was bidding fiercely.

This was Ye Xuan's first time attending an auction in the Demon Realm. He occasionally opened his eyes and looked at the fierce bidding atmosphere on the scene, his eyes flickering slightly.

It’s not that Ye Xuan didn’t have something he particularly liked, but some of them were so expensive that he had to give up.

"The 48th auction item is a rare item... It is a very rare god-level martial spirit!" Chen Huoxi smiled mysteriously and picked up something from the table.

"Martial Soul! It's actually a god-level martial soul!!"

"I didn't expect that a god-level martial spirit would appear so soon!?"

"In previous auctions, this would have been the highlight."

After hearing Chen Huoxi's words, there was an uproar in the meeting hall, and everyone looked at the object in Chen Huoxi's hand in surprise.

There was a sudden surprise and astonishment.

It turned out to be a simple bronze rectangular wooden box, which looked like a coffin that had been shrunk countless times.

And when a faint light from Chen Huoxi's fingertips illuminated the wooden box, the wooden box suddenly opened a seam and a gray-green smoke floated out from it.

A gloomy and vicissitudes of life aura emanated from the box the next moment, spreading throughout the auction hall. Everyone felt a rotten aura, filled with endless resentment.

"Yin Yang Sword Coffin! It is the martial spirit of a fallen human warrior. Unfortunately, when killing the human warrior, this martial spirit was severely damaged and has fallen to a level below the god level. The specific use and function of this Yin Yang Sword Coffin martial spirit are unknown, but it is definitely an incredible martial spirit. Friends sitting here can take it home and study it carefully. Maybe it can be repaired and upgraded to the god level.

The reserve price for this martial spirit is 500,000 low-grade magic crystals. Each bid must not be less than 10,000 magic crystals. The bidding begins now."

Chen Huoxi held the small wooden coffin with a solemn expression, and used the light spirit of protection to resist the invasion of the decaying air. A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and his voice spread all around, and the whole auction hall was quiet for a while.

Most of the tens of thousands of aliens in the hall and the people in the VIP room above had strange expressions on their faces.

How can you bid if its use and function are unknown?

Moreover, it has fallen from the god level, so the price is a bit high.

The aliens in the meeting place were all silent. If it was a true god-level martial soul, 10 million magic crystals would be worth it. However, this martial soul had fallen from the god-level and was severely damaged, so asking for another 500,000 magic crystals would be a bit expensive.

Chen Huoxi smiled bitterly in his heart. He had thought long before that the appearance of this item would cause a dull atmosphere.

"Five hundred thousand magic crystals!" But the next moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the venue.

The sound was very abrupt, and it came from the back of the hall.

The person who bid the price was Ye Xuan.

To others, this Yin-Yang Sword Coffin Martial Spirit might not be worth much, but to him...

There was excitement on Ye Xuan's face inside the black robe. He was just about to fuse a god-level sword-type martial soul.

And this Yin Yang Sword Coffin is it! As long as it is in his hands, relying on his own powerful martial soul reincarnation, it will be repaired in an instant.

Moreover, just when the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin opened a gap and revealed the evil aura, he discovered that the black sword in his Zhenluo Ring was actually vibrating slightly!

Now the black sword is still trembling slightly in the Zhenluo Ring, which makes Ye Xuan a little worried, afraid that it will fly out directly.

You know, this black sword was taken out by Ye Xuan after he had survived a near-death experience in the turbulence of the starry sky. Its mystery made even Ye Xuan feel uneasy. It actually moved strangely at this moment. This Yin-Yang Sword Coffin must be extremely extraordinary!

Exquisite pupils appeared in Ye Xuan's eyes, and he wanted to see into the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin to see what was inside, but he was blocked by a mysterious force on the surface of the wooden coffin.

As a result, Ye Xuan developed an even stronger interest in the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin, vaguely feeling that the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin was definitely an extraordinary divine-level martial spirit.

Pang Yuxi was sitting next to Ye Xuan and was slightly stunned. Ye Xuan whispered a few words to her, and she nodded, showing that she understood.

At this moment, some other aliens beside Ye Xuan kept shaking their heads, thinking that the person next to them was a fool.

That 'Yin Yang Sword Coffin' is obviously an ominous object, and it is seriously damaged. Who with a bit of common sense would actually take a picture of it?

Hearing someone bidding, Chen Huoxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as someone bid, it would be fine. Of course, even if no one wanted to bid, the waiters in the auction hall would bid again.

"Five hundred and one hundred thousand magic crystals!" But a woman's voice suddenly came from the other side of the hall. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman wearing a bamboo hat and a gray robe.

Ye Xuan frowned. He could feel that this woman was a powerful swordsman with an extremely obscure aura.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand magic crystals!" Ye Xuan opened his bid again.

"Five hundred and sixty thousand magic crystals!" The woman hesitated for a moment and then bid again in a deep voice.

"Six hundred thousand." Ye Xuan said as steady as a mountain.

When the sword cultivator woman heard Ye Xuan's offer, she smiled bitterly and shook her head, and did not bid again. For her, 600,000 magic crystals were not worth it to bid for this downgraded sword-type martial spirit.

Although his wealth is more than this, he does not want to spend too much on a martial spirit that has been severely damaged.

"Seven hundred thousand magic crystals!" In a VIP room above, a young man's arrogant bidding was heard, and his voice was extremely proud.

Some of the aliens at the scene were stunned.

Ye Xuan also raised his eyebrows slightly.

The bidder was none other than Mu Wuyan.

Ye Xuan glanced towards the VIP room, and then he opened his mouth to bid again, "Seven hundred and one hundred thousand magic crystals!"

He was determined to get the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin.

"Eight hundred thousand!"

In the VIP room on the third floor, Mu Wuyan, who was wearing a brocade robe, sneered and started bidding again.

Mu Lingyan on the side frowned slightly, shook her head, and sighed, "Why bother with the argument of pride?"

"Eight hundred and ten thousand!" Ye Xuan said.

Then he paused and added, "This is my final bid. If it exceeds this amount, I will not bid again."

Although Mu Wuyan was a sword cultivator, Ye Xuan knew that he came here just to disgust him and avenge the previous auction.

When Mu Wuyan heard Ye Xuan's words, he hesitated a little. He was not sure whether Ye Xuan would really stop bidding. He was afraid that if he continued bidding, the martial spirit would fall into his hands.

(End of this chapter)