Chapter 872 Where is Xiao Meng (please vote for recommendation)

Chapter 872 Where is Xiao Meng (please vote for recommendation)

"It's still somewhat magical." The shopkeeper's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately saw the extraordinaryness of this hand bone. It was definitely not something that could be described as supernatural, but in his own profession, the peaches in the sky would have to be reduced to rotten fruits on the ground. If you can bluff, you can bluff, if you can bluff, you can make money by buying low and selling high.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party claimed to be the treasure of the clan and had some confidence in his words, and Wanbao Pavilion was not the only merchant who could pawn similar items, he wouldn't even say "somewhat magical".

The frail scholar's eyes widened and his voice became louder: "It's more than a bit magical! This hand bone was obtained by my ancestors from an immortal's tomb. Without being refined, it has the power of a treasure weapon. If it is triggered, it will be triggered immediately. Death can also drive away evil spirits and resist curses!"

He has a certain judgment on the value of hand bones... The shopkeeper thought to himself, looked at the scholar up and down, and said thoughtfully: "How much property do you want to pawn?"

The frail scholar gritted his teeth and said, "It's worth at least five low-grade weapons!"

"Five low-grade treasures?" The shopkeeper looked shocked and surprised, "You are crazy and want to pawn five low-grade treasures!"

Shocked by his momentum and reaction, the frail scholar stepped back slightly, showing a bit of weakness: "Shopkeeper, how much do you think you can pawn?"

The shopkeeper took the hand bone with a shimmering white light in the darkness, turned it over and inspected it, and finally said with a sincere face: "It is the main material for refining a treasure weapon. Only scholars like you who have never seen the world can take it for granted. "Baby, no matter how hard I feel, I can't let my boss suffer. At most, five top-quality weapons can be exchanged for money and property, which is enough to make you a rich man!"

The frail scholar's face suddenly turned red. He raised his right hand and pointed at the shopkeeper tremblingly: "You, you are going too far!"

He grabbed the black hand bone, turned around and left. The shopkeeper shouted several times from behind, but seeing no effect, he pondered for a moment, turned to call a waiter, and lowered his voice: "Go and invite the two guests, let them do this Such..."

Wanbao Pavilion is a good treasure and weapons shop in the world. It has branches in many cities and counties. The supply of goods is complex and diverse. It is rumored that it is inextricably related to Tieyi Tower. Each branch is guarded by guest officials.

On the street, a frail scholar held up his blackened hand bones, with an indignant look on his face, and walked among the people, trying to go to another store.

Suddenly, he was hit by someone and almost fell down. When he was about to yell, the person got into the crowd, as slippery as a loach, and quickly disappeared.

"Hurry up and get reincarnated!" The weak scholar cursed, rubbed his injured arm, and continued to move forward.

After a while, when he came to Anjin Tower and reached for his waist, he suddenly froze, his face turned blue and white, and then he let out a shrill and angry shout:

"Catch the thief!"

With a cry in his voice, he hurriedly looked back, but where was the trace of the thief?

Not far away, another guest looked at him coldly and nodded slightly. There was nothing wrong with this person.

In the Wanbao Pavilion, the shopkeeper played with the pitch-black hand bones. He felt that his hands were cold and cold, without any warmth from the mortal world. It was like falling into an ice cave, an ice cave without any life.

"Nice treasure." He took the pitch-black hand bone, walked up the stairs, arrived at the third floor, and knocked on the door of a certain room.

This is the master treasure appraiser sent by the headquarters. His vision is far better than his own. He should be able to accurately judge the value of this dark hand bone.

"Come in." An old voice came from it.

The shopkeeper pushed open the wooden door, stepped in cautiously, and said respectfully: "Mr. Dong, I have received a treasure, but I am not sure. Please take a look."

Mr. Dong was an old man with an orange-peel face, sparse white hair and almost baldness. He raised his eyes and looked at the dark hand bone in the shopkeeper's hand. He let out a light sigh and took the initiative to greet it. He picked it up and inspected it repeatedly.

After a long time, a red light appeared on his face: "I'm afraid these are the remains of the Dharma Body that were practiced in Yingui Huangquan-type exercises. They contain the horror of life and death, and can be used as auxiliary materials for refining divine weapons or as the main components of the best treasure weapons." It’s a material, and the effect is definitely special, and it’s something that most people can resist!”

"The remains of Dharmakaya?" The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and was inexplicably surprised. The hand bones were much more valuable than he thought!

He thought about it and took the initiative to report that he had not purchased it but sent someone to steal it, so as not to cause trouble in the future and no one would support him.

Mr. Dong chuckled and was not surprised: "The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. You have done well, and your boss will definitely reward you!"

"We at Wanbao Pavilion will have an auction in the near future, and this hand bone can be used as one of the ballast items."

Not long after, the hand bone was secretly sent to the main pavilion in a nearby city. A top treasure appraiser made the final confirmation that it was indeed the remains of the Dharmakaya!

Then, the appearance and general situation of each auction item was sent to the hands of the powerful men from the three religions and nine tiers they planned to invite.

…………

In a dark hall with billowing black mist, the surrounding walls are carved with strange-looking demons and gods. There are people with black armor and six arms, people with one eye and no mouth, people with fleshy balls and tentacles, and people with scales everywhere. , it makes people stand on end and feel the deepest and deepest malice.

At the top of the main hall, black mist condensed and formed a lotus platform.

It is like a starless and moonless night sky, with a tranquil darkness. The lotus petals are lifelike, as if carved from black gemstones, hiding infinite vitality. There is a person sitting cross-legged on it, with his back to the palace door, wearing a dark broad robe and a headband. Wooden hairpin, misty and lofty.

"Sect Master, there is news." A tall man stepped into the palace door, but his outline was blurry and divergent.

"What news?" The lotus pedestal turned, and the person sitting cross-legged showed his front face. He had a refined and elegant temperament, slightly vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and his facial features were handsome and deep. He had a demonic charm like a god or demon. He was the "magic master" Han Guang!

But compared with the past, he was more dignified, like an old monk with a clear mind and a white head chanting scriptures, and the golden swastika between his eyebrows was looming!

The blurred figure of the demon said: "Master, Wanbao Pavilion asked his subordinates to participate in the auction and sent the details. One of the items is very similar to the bones you got from the Life and Death Sect."

As he spoke, he took out a translucent stone and displayed the image. The hand bones were black and the flow was slightly white. The two were harmonious, and life and death were reincarnated.

Han Guang smiled slightly: "Another bone of Huangquan."

Bone of Huangquan? The demon was slightly stunned. It turned out to be the remains of the legendary evil god Huangquan. His value was definitely not something that could be described as auxiliary or main materials of magic weapons!

The master could actually recognize its true origin!

Han Guang put his hands together on his knees, like a Buddha or a demon, and said calmly: "The remains of Huangquan should have fallen into the hands of the Immortal Life and Death Sect. Even if there are still some missing, there are not many. This hand bone is probably deliberately leaked by the Immortal Life and Death Sect to lure those who know the goods." He paused and said, as if talking to himself: "Could it be that the Emperor of the Netherworld has seen through life and death, stepped into the Dharma body, and with the help of the sect's foundation, he has the confidence to deal with me?" There are several bones of Huangquan in his hands. The demon who reported did not speak, knowing that the sect master was thinking about the problem. After a while, Han Guang's face was calm and calm: "Check the origin of this hand bone, let's wait and see." ………… Somewhere in a secret place, there are mountains of white bones, ancient tombs, no trace of flying birds, and the sky is very low, as if it is just three feet above your head, no matter how tall you are. The ancient or gloomy tombs seem to be in disorder, but if you look down, you will find that they are full of mysteries. The deeper you go, the more deadly the meaning is, the more yin energy is strong, and the grass and trees gradually die. But when you reach the core, the yin is replaced by yang, and the weeds beside the tomb are flourishing, almost half a person tall!

In the ancient tomb, there is a gloomy and dead silence, quietly placed a huge coffin, black and heavy, more than two feet long, engraved with patterns of the underworld, and a green lamp is placed at the end and end, mottled and old, with a green flame, as if suppressing or relieving something, and the light illuminates the stone wall behind the coffin.

At this time, a man surrounded by blood mist came in from outside, his steps were a little hurried, and he said directly: "Master, a bone of Huangquan has appeared in the world!"

"Bone of Huangquan? Han Guang is greedy and wants to lure me into the trap and take the whole remains?" A low and majestic voice came from the coffin, and the void seemed to have a gurgling stream passing through.

The only remaining master of the Immortal Life Sect released the scene he had obtained through twists and turns, and whispered: "Master, I always feel that this hand bone is different from the others."

The cold water spread out, covering the image of the dark hand bone. After a long time, the Nether Emperor said in a deep voice: "There are indeed some differences."

Although the other hand bone had been taken away by Han Guang, it had been in the hands of the Immortal Life Sect for many years, and the subtle characteristics were known. Especially as Huang Quan was an evil god, the authority of his left and right hands was slightly different, so it was not difficult to distinguish.

"Could it be the one we never found?" The master guessed.

According to the records of the ancestors, when Huang Quan's skeleton was found, one of his hand bones had no power, as if it was fake. After repeated attempts, no miracles were found, so it was suspected that someone had found the skeleton in advance, and for some reason, only one hand bone was taken away, and a similar but powerless hand bone was used to replace it.

The Nether Emperor said slowly: "It suddenly appeared, maybe there is a trick."

"Can you turn a blind eye?" The master's expression was stiff, like a dried corpse, and he couldn't even frown.

The Nether Emperor's voice was hoarse: "No, if it is true, I will take it at any price."

If the hand bone is real, it can be taken away deliberately. It must be different from other bones. Maybe it hides the biggest secret of Huangquan, the secret that can make oneself advance by leaps and bounds!

"No matter the price..." The master repeated these four words.

The Nether Emperor's voice was a bit cold: "My Life and Death Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Although there have been several disasters of extermination, it has always been able to come back to life. How can we not have some foundation? It can even be said that our foundation is stronger than Shaolin!"

"If the hand bone is real, what does it matter if we lose some foundation!"

As soon as the voice fell, the cold wind blew, and the stone wall behind the huge coffin made a rustling sound. The forbidden method was unlocked and retreated to both sides.

The monstrous corpse gas rushed in the face, making the master tremble with fear, as if the flying night demon and the drought demon zombie ancestor stood in front of him.

He looked hard and saw a secret hall behind the stone wall. There were five coffins inside. They were all ancient bronze coffins, engraved with strange inscriptions. They didn't seem to protect them, but rather to suppress them. Three green lamps were placed on each coffin, and the green flames flickered, pressing the lids firmly.

Even so, the terrifying corpse qi and death seemed to be real!

The three ancient bronze coffins in the center had no tablets, and they were deep and mysterious. There were tombstones on the coffins on both sides, with the words "Corpse King" and "Lord of the Underworld" written on them.

The master suddenly realized that these were the bodies of the two most recent Dharmakaya ancestors of the Immortal Life and Death Sect!

The previous Dharmakaya ancestors had long been destroyed due to several disasters that destroyed the sect.

"When it comes to manipulating corpses, who in the world can compare to our sect? The Earth Immortal's remains falling into the hands of the Cao family is simply a waste of precious treasures!" The Netherworld Emperor said, "They can have the Earth Immortal's remains, let alone us who have been searching for corpses for a long time?"

"Find a subordinate and have him take the ancestor of the 'Corpse King' to seize the Yellow Springs hand bone!"

This is a temptation and can be given up!

"Yes, Sect Master." The man bowed.

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of banging, and saw the three green lamps suddenly extinguished, and the bronze coffin was slowly opened with a heavy sound.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from it. It was as full of flesh and blood as a living person, but it quickly grew a layer of red hair that was several inches long!

Last night I said I would take a nap and then start typing, but I was too tired to get up early to learn how to drive, so I fell asleep right away. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning and hurriedly got up to start typing. Please vote for recommendations on Monday. By the way, I recommend my friend's new book: "The Prayer Master". ISBN: 3580933.