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"two millions!"

As soon as two million was shouted out, the venue burst into silence.

But there are still monks bidding.

It is still increasing by hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands.

"three million!"

Lu Jing sat upright.

He didn't dare to look down at the ring in his hand.

Of course, he didn't have that many spiritual stones. These spiritual stones were all borrowed from the senior. Anyway, there was a Yin Shen to pay off the debt. As long as the senior didn't stop him, he felt that he could still use them cautiously.

Tu Shanjun didn't have any objections.

Since Lu Jing said it was a loan, then it counts as a loan.

Spiritual stones are not of much use to him, and it feels awkward to use them to absorb spiritual energy.

Lingshi can become the currency of the spiritual world not only because it stores spiritual energy, but also because it has been integrated into the daily life of monks. However, very few monks will directly absorb the spiritual energy of spiritual stones.

Spiritual energy is only worth so much. It is better to buy elixirs and take them. No matter how bad it is, filling your stomach with spiritual rice and slowly absorbing it is worse than spiritual stones.

Of course, if it is really remote, there is nothing wrong with using spiritual stones to practice.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun laughed twice. Back then, he and Jue Fa went to the ghost market and borrowed Jue Fa's money. In my impression, he was never short of money.

"Three million and two million high-grade spiritual stones."

"..."

"Four million!" Lu Jing shouted without changing his expression.

This actually surprised Zhong Songtang.

In fact, he was already very surprised when Lu Jing called out two million high-grade spiritual stones just now. He especially remembered that when Lu Jing told him that he was rich, he just thought it was a child who was ignorant and regarded the little in his hand as... What a fortune.

Now that I look at it, I think it is too simple.

But he thought it was Brother Wu's savings hidden in Tianji Pavilion.

With Wu Zhuda Zhenjun's cultivation level, he can produce millions of high-grade spiritual stones.

So my heart is at peace.

He also gathered a lot of spiritual stones to help, but now it seems that he doesn't need them at all.

Taking down this Suzaku-level Nascent Soul puppet and installing the Zifu and the inner alchemy furnace can bring Brother Wu back to life. Zhong Songtang held his breath and looked at the tall puppet at the booth.

Lu Jing touched the cold scales on his arm, and the coldness passed through his palms. He also did not lower his head to look, because he already knew what was growing there. It was clearly black armor, and there were still things in the gaps between the armor. There is an iron fan shaped like a feather.

"How long do I have?" This question came to Lu Jing's mind.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

"The improved spirit demon death-resistant technique can help you live longer, and the sequelae will not come quickly."

While looking at it with scarlet eyes, Tu Shanjun thought. The spirit demons back then were so rough in their ability to endure death that they would grow scales and feathers soon after using it, and even he couldn't help it.

"Sijiu is truly a genius."

Tu Shanjun praised: "The best thing is the improvement of the blood killing technique. However, doing so will make myself disappear. I can't guarantee that the other me will be obedient. It's better not to be conscious."

…

The price has reached 4.5 million.

There are even fewer monks bidding.

Finally stopped at 4.7 million.

Lu Jing took the photo of this Suzaku-level Nascent Soul puppet as he wished. The puppet's cultivation level can reach the late Nascent Soul stage. The prepared Zifu and Inner Alchemy Furnace can only be considered average and can only be activated normally. It's not considered an adaptation, so it can't fully unleash the puppet's capabilities.

But what they lack most is Zifu and Inner Alchemy Furnace.

With Zhong Songtang, the elder of the Daqi Sect, taking care of him, there were no accidents and everything went smoothly as if it were a matter of course.

Lu Jing couldn't help but sigh, it's easier to do things if you have a background. It's not like people doing things, but things can be done by themselves, they just need to show up.

On the way back.

Inside the compartment of the eight-wheeled beast carriage.

The carriage is naturally simple, but extremely strong and majestic. There are no luxurious interior and exterior decorations. All it has is the stability and speed that a mount should have. The table and wine bottle in the carriage cannot shake at all, and the chessboard and tea cups are also stable as if they were carved. Similar.

"I could feel the sound in my ears."

Lu Jing said softly, as if asking: "How long can I live?"

No one can answer this question, not even Tushanjun.

Because there is no clear boundary in the spirit demon death-resistant technique. Some people live for a long time, and some live for a short time. After many years of improvement, it is no longer what it used to be.

If you activate your magic power and use force against people, it will expand like a balloon and transform rapidly.

"Now that everything has been arranged, there is nothing more than one more chop..."

Lu Jing activated his magic power without hesitation, and the magic power surged. His slightly pale face suddenly turned blue, and his mouth full of silver teeth turned into pus and blood. Behind the pus and blood were new sharp fangs that grew out. Accidentally pricked lip.

The nails fell off and grew oval and sharp horns, like demon claws.

Phew.

A single horn emerged from his forehead.

The black horn was like black ink entering the clear water, and black scales quickly grew on the bluish-white skin on the forehead.

The horn grows meanderingly, forming a small crown with the scales.

The crown is like a feather and the shape is like three flowers.

The scales turned upside down and feathers grew out. The feathers were woven into a large cloak and draped over Lu Jing's body.

His eyes had completely turned black, and his originally slightly distorted face became calmer. He took a long breath, and black steam floated out the moment he opened his mouth.

"Such secret techniques have actually increased my strength to the peak of the Golden Core."

It was just a small change that raised a small level, and this transformation was still going on. If he didn't stop it, he might really have a chance to break through the Nascent Soul.

But this was obviously Lu Jing's delusion. Not to mention that the disaster was difficult to overcome, how could he think that Zhong Songtang in front of him would remain indifferent.

The cloak that was taken off on the side turned into a human form. Mr. Wu's eyes widened and he exclaimed in shock: "Didn't you say that there will be no problems with the secret technique?"

There is no problem with the secret technique, but it cannot withstand the urging of the person who performs the secret technique.

Zhong Songtang's expression changed drastically, and the pressure belonging to the Great True Monarch fell like a mountain.

The aura of inspiration locked a ring in the eight-wheeled puppet beast's carriage, locking Lu Jing firmly in the process of transformation. The sharp knife in his hand was about to be unsheathed, but Wu Zhu stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Lu can still be saved."

"There is no way to save him. Brother, you should know that his Yin Shen is gone. He has been able to survive for a long time by relying on the secret method. Why not let me kill him with one knife to avoid causing trouble! "

Zhong Songtang shouted loudly, and the sharp knife was unsheathed, accompanied by a roar and light bursting out.

Lu Jing, who originally wanted to say something, now opened his mouth, but only a smell came out, and he could no longer speak.

And a strange thought came to his mind, that of "survive". Let a dead man live, and still have such a strong desire to live.

This was not his intention.

However, after a moment's pause, Lu Jing's transformation was completed and he turned into a tall demon, curled up in a corner of the carriage.

call.

The air rushes.

The light in the carriage disappeared, and only darkness came.

If Mr. Wu didn't stop him, he hurriedly urged: "Let's take action!"

On one side is his brother, on the other side is the nameless apprentice who has become possessed. The palms and backs of his hands are all flesh, but he cannot let a living person suffer. This is not what Brother Zhong should bear.

If Wu Zhu could do it, he might do it himself.

It's a pity that he only has Nascent Soul and Yin Shen now, and has not integrated into the puppet.

There is no strength to send Lu Jing on his last journey.

"Bang."

A large hole was opened above the carriage, and a tall demon stood on top of the carriage, breathing the aura of the city wantonly.

The demonic flames around the body were like blazing flames in the darkness, lighting up the night, and this coercive inspiration naturally alerted the law enforcement officers in the city.

"good."

Tu Shanjun clicked his tongue.

Under the demon's body, Lu Jing's consciousness was clear.

In other words, Lu Jing was not completely possessed by the devil, but his strength had undergone a qualitative change.

However, judging from the fact that he could only spit out black air when he opened his mouth, Lu Jing had lost the ability to speak, and he couldn't speak even if he wanted to.

"It seems that my understanding of the technique is pretty good, but unfortunately there are still side effects." Tu Shanjun said regretfully.

The spirit demon that had been improved by his hands could endure death. While retaining the consciousness of the monk, it had visual, hearing and language barriers. In addition, there was no Yin Shen and it was unable to use its spiritual consciousness.

The monk completely became a deaf-mute man caged in darkness.

This is normal. Unexpected situations will always occur when improving techniques, and even a peak master like Tu Shanjun cannot control them.

Rather, being able to retain consciousness is already powerful enough.

Generally speaking, the first thing such a technique erodes is the monk's consciousness.

"Roar!"

Lu Jing looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

When the carriage stopped, he was violently thrown out.

There was also a figure emerging from the carriage. The man was wearing a hunting robe and holding a long knife. He looked particularly serious in the dusk. The blade turned slightly, and when his magic power was bursting, the sword energy soaring to the sky had enveloped the man who jumped out of the carriage. The tall monster.

"kill!"

The demon didn't know what he had picked off his fingers, but that didn't matter anymore.

Under the attack of the Great True Lord, even such a majestic and powerful demon could not escape death.

Cut it with one knife.

A knife mark appeared on the demon's body. The demon sat cross-legged on the ground with a smile on his face and lowered his head in the dusk sunlight.

distance.

The flying boat from Tianji City arrived belatedly.

In fact, they arrived very quickly, but Dazhenjun took action faster.

It's also because the gap is too big.

There is a gap between Jindan and Yuanying, not to mention a huge gap in realm. There are many geniuses in this world who have never crossed the threshold of the Great True Lord.

It was over before the surrounding residents could react.

"he died."

"He's free."

Zhong Songtang, who put away the long knife, said in a deep voice.

Lu Jing was different from other obsessed monks. At that moment, he felt that Lu Jing was not obsessed at all, as if he had voluntarily died.

There was no violence or confusion in those pure black eyes.

…

"Let the city construction monks clean it."

"It's gone, there's nothing to see."

"Usually there are fights, and you all want to hide in the cracks in the ground. Now you are just watching the excitement. Come on, stop looking. Be careful of what the devil has in store."

"..."

The urban construction monks came to clean up the aftermath, making repairs and cleaning the battlefield at the same time.

not far away.

Under the bridge.

A slightly slender hand picked up something that looked like a ring.