Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1336: Yin Yang Sword Coffin
Mu Wuyan took a deep breath, snorted, and finally stopped bidding.

"Is there anyone else bidding?" Chen Huoxi asked.

"Yin Yang Sword Coffin 810,000 magic crystals at a time!"

"Yin Yang Sword Coffin 810,000 magic crystals twice!"

"Yin Yang Sword Coffin 810,000 magic crystals three times!"

As the golden hammer fell, Chen Huoxi smiled and said, "Okay, this Yin-Yang Sword Coffin Martial Soul will belong to this friend."

However, he felt a slight contempt in his heart. The Yin-Yang Sword Coffin was already badly damaged and even the masters of their auction could not restore it. How could this little warrior be able to restore it?
I’m afraid that if I buy it, it will rot in my hands.

The little warrior that Chen Huoxi was referring to was of course Ye Xuan.

At this time, Ye Xuan was led to the exchange area by the waiter.

In a secret room.

"I want to sell an item." Ye Xuan glanced at the unusually spacious secret room and said calmly.

"Oh, take it out and see what it is." In the secret room, there was only a man with a mustache, who replied without any surprise.

This kind of bidding by selling the goods is normal.

At this time, Ye Xuan flipped his palm, took out a small bottle several inches high, placed it on the table, and said very briefly:

"This is a drop of blood that I accidentally obtained. I hope you can help me identify it."

"Essence and blood?" The man with a mustache frowned when he heard this.

One drop of essence blood is hardly worth more than 800,000 magic crystals.

He glanced at Ye Xuan, then raised his hand in the air, and with a "whoosh", the small bottle was caught in his hand out of thin air.

He first stroked the small bottle in his hand, then made a seal with one hand.

There was a "pop" sound.

A gray light shield about a foot in size appeared out of thin air, just covering the small bottle.

At this time, the man with a mustache touched the small bottle with one finger, and the lid flew out immediately.

The next moment, there was a loud hissing sound from the bottle, and several purple-gold threads flew out.

Each one is extremely slender and crystal clear, flying slowly around the small bottle.

And finally they gathered together and turned into a drop of purple-gold essence blood.

"What is this..." When the man with a mustache saw the drop of Zhen's purple-gold blood with a noble aura, a look of horror immediately appeared on his face.

"This... is this the atavistic demon blood!?" He cried out in shock, his expression changed drastically.

This shock was no small matter.

The man with the mustache felt a powerful demonic power emerging from the purple-gold essence and blood. He looked dazed and took a deep breath after a moment. His mind was racing, but he said with a wry smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that what you are selling is such a rare treasure as the Atavistic Demon Blood. If it is an ordinary material, I can still identify it, but if it is the Atavistic Demon Blood, I am afraid I am unable to do it. How about this, I'd better ask Master Zhen to come over. I can't identify this kind of Atavistic Demon Blood..."

"Thank you for your help." Ye Xuan nodded and said.

"Haha, wait a moment." The man with a mustache said and left the secret room.

After a moment, an old man in a white robe with white hair and beard, looking energetic, walked in hurriedly.

The middle-aged man with a mustache followed closely behind and introduced:
"Let me introduce you, this is Master Zhen!"

"This is the atavistic demon blood that you asked me to identify." The old man in yellow robe said without saying any nonsense. He stared at the drop of purple-gold blood with eager eyes.

"Thank you for your help this time, Master." said the man.

The old man's face was slightly uncertain, then he nodded, pinched his hands together, and white light shot into his essence and blood.

This Master Zhen's cultivation is surprisingly not weak, he has already reached the level of half a step to immortality.

After a moment, his mark stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, and I don't know what secret technique he performed. There was a faint golden light flashing in his pupils. He moved two fingers and pinched the blood essence. He pulled out a purple gold thread from it and pulled it out of the light shield. After carefully observing it, he put it back.

“This is not just one drop, but it is missing a trace. However, it is definitely top-grade atavistic magic blood, but unfortunately it is missing a trace. Its value is greatly reduced. It can only be worth five million magic crystals.” The old man in yellow robe shook the small bottle to absorb the essence of the blood again, and said with regret on his face.

If it is complete atavistic demon blood, it would be a priceless treasure.

"Five million? Thank you, Master." Ye Xuan also showed disappointment when he heard that.

"I wonder where my friend got this atavistic demon blood. Is there anything else besides these?" the old man suddenly asked again.

Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said, "I found it accidentally in an ancient cave. It's just this one drop, but unfortunately it's not complete, it's missing a little bit."

How could Ye Xuan say that he forced out this drop of atavistic magic blood temporarily? The missing trace was left by him in order to preserve the three atavistic magic patterns. As long as he was given time, he could refine a lot of such atavistic magic blood.

After an incense stick of time, when Ye Xuan walked out of the stone door of the exchange chamber again, the man with the mustache followed closely behind him, constantly speaking:

"My friend, as long as you can get the Atavism Demon Blood, the price can be discussed. I will definitely satisfy you."

"I have searched the ancient cave, and there is indeed only that one drop." Ye Xuan said expressionlessly, and returned to the auction hall.

The man with a mustache looked at Ye Xuan's departing back, and his expression became uncertain.

When this person returned to the secret room, Master Zhen was sitting in a chair, thinking about something thoughtfully.

"From your looks, the man just now definitely didn't sell anything else." The old man asked calmly.

"Yes, it's such a pity. It's such a waste to put such rare ancestral demon blood in the hands of a Saint King. If we can get it..." the man replied with a wry smile.

"Hmph, there's clearly still fluctuations of the ancestral demon blood in his body, at least there's still one drop..." Master Zhen snorted coldly.

"I understand what Master Zhen means. Such a rare treasure is indeed not something a junior should own. I have sent someone to keep an eye on him after the auction is over." The man with a mustache replied.

"Very good." Master Zhen nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.

……

At this time, Ye Xuan had returned to the auction hall, sat back in his original seat, nodded to Pang Yuxi, whispered a few words, and then closed his eyes to rest.

When Pang Yuxi heard his voice transmission, she was surprised. What Ye Xuan meant to her was that as long as the item was what she liked and the price was within four million, she could bid for it with confidence!
Pang Yuxi was surprised and puzzled as to how Ye Xuan could become so wealthy after going out.

What exactly did he sell?
Ye Xuan looked calm at this moment, but he was extremely excited in his heart.

The Yin-Yang Sword Coffin was already in his hands and he had put it into the Zhenluo Ring, ready to be integrated once the conference was over.

He was very curious about what the soul skills of the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin were, and his heart was full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)