Completely different from the cautious tone before.

However, this was exactly what he wanted, and he secretly rejoiced: "You should have done this a long time ago. If you don't set the price too high, how can you make Zhang Ruochen feel pain?"

"Three thousand five hundred sacred stones." Xue Tu shouted happily.

"Four thousand sacred stones." Wujiang said.

Moro War Emperor said: "Four thousand five hundred sacred stones."

"Five thousand sacred stones." Xue Tu said.

All the monks in the auction house were frightened.

Is this really a bid for a tripod of divine travel pills?

Is this cauldron of divine traveling elixir really just a semi-king-level holy elixir?

"Six thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"Eight thousand."

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The bidding price surged upwards like a straight line.

Blood Massacre, Borderless, Moro War Emperor seemed to have forgotten that the units behind were "divine stones", and directly reported the numbers, shouting happily.

"Ten thousand pieces."

The moment he shouted out the price, Xue Tu suddenly woke up and his body was shaken violently.

What did you just do?

Ten thousand pieces of what? Divine stone?

Xuetu secretly shouted, "Whether it's two thousand sacred stones in one cauldron, or three thousand sacred stones in one cauldron, it's still within the scope of being able to explain it to Zhang Ruochen."

Ten thousand divine stones are too much in value beyond the Shenyou Dan. How could Zhang Ruochen not know that he was deliberately trying to trick him?

Thinking of Zhang Ruochen's terrifying methods, the feeling of pleasure from the bloody massacre was completely gone. He became worried and filled with fear. He regretted very much. Why did he want to die like this? He should stop it in moderation.

Just when Xue Tu was in great pain and was about to despair, the voice of War Emperor Moro sounded: "Eleven thousand."

This sound, like the sound of nature, is extremely moving.

Xuetu's eyes lit up, and he stood upright like lightning, saying: "This tripod of divine wandering pill belongs to you. I don't want it anymore. Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations. The Moro family is worthy of being an ancient clan. They are so heroic and admirable."

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At this moment, War Emperor Moro woke up with a start and asked the great saints of the Moro family beside him, "How many times did I shout just now?"

The great saints of the Moro family were all a little absent-minded. They only felt that their bodies were numb and they could not open their mouths.

On Moro Tiansu's stiff face, the muscles twitched slightly and he said: "Eleven thousand sacred stones."

War Emperor Moro felt as if he was out of his mind. He stared at Wujiang, as if he wanted to grab the last life-saving straw, and said: "You...you add a little more, you try adding a little more, even ten more."

, I will give you this cauldron of Shenyou Dan."

Wujiang didn't say a word, just gave him a look that said, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

In fact, just now, Wujiang was set up by Xue Tu and Moro War Emperor, and he almost blurted out "twelve thousand pieces". Fortunately, Xue Tu spoke first and claimed that he would no longer bid, which woke him up.

Although he has a sacred stone mine, it will take a thousand years to produce 10,000 sacred stones.

There was cold sweat on the forehead of the Son of Demon God, and he said: "Xuetu is really trying to trick people. He is completely misleading us in the past, just to trick us into making a big fortune."

"Do you think it is possible that Blood Massacre is the agent arranged by Xinghai World? The price of the Sixth Cauldron of Divine Movement Pills is already worth the tenth Cauldron of Divine Movement Pills." Some people are so suspicious.

"It's entirely possible."

"Fortunately, I was not fooled. If I was cheated of tens of thousands of sacred stones, I'm afraid I will have to pay off the debt in the next thousand years."

"Eleven thousand sacred stones are equivalent to eleven trillion holy stones. How many thousands of saints can the Moro family cultivate? This is a fatal mistake."

"War Emperor Moro is so miserable. Spending 11,000 divine stones to buy a tripod of divine travel pills will definitely become a joke in the entire hell world."

"After making such a big mistake, the future of War Emperor Moro is in doubt. The Moro family will definitely not focus on cultivating him anymore. It is very likely that the title of 'Moro' will be taken back."

War Emperor Moro was obviously aware of the seriousness of the consequences, and stared at the Great Sage Rocky on the auction stage with a look of help.

The Great Sage Rocky shook his head. There was no reason to regret the price he shouted at the auction. Is the Star Sea World a place where one can cause trouble casually?

War Emperor Moro stared at Xuetu and said, "Aren't you determined to get the Shenyou Dan? Add a little more, and I'll let you."

Xuetu shrugged and said: "When did I say that I was determined to win the Shenyou Dan? Since I can't compete with you, I can only give it to you."

War Emperor Moro couldn't control the anger in his body, and the mighty evil spirit burst out from his body, and he rushed directly towards Xue Tu: "If you want to kill me, I will perish with you."

Seeing this scene, the monks at the auction suddenly felt a sense of joy.

All the monks are cheering for War Emperor Moro, hoping that he can kill Xue Tu, preferably brutally. This bastard is really hateful, and he must be the trust of Xinghai World.

Unfortunately, War Emperor Moro was captured by the orderer of the Star Sea World before he could reach the Blood Tu.

Xue Tu breathed a long sigh of relief, adjusted his holy robes, and quietly stared at the monks at the auction. Only then did he realize that the atmosphere was very wrong. Why did so many monks suddenly want him dead? Moreover, he also hated him.

He looks bone-deep.

It's just an auction, right?

Is it because he hates the rich?
Chapter completed!