Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

The potential of Tianbei's top ten in all ages made him feel ashamed.

"Hehe!" Su Xunge laughed awkwardly.

Although he also enjoyed this scene of stars holding the moon, it was different from what he had expected.

The message he passed on to Zu Huoling was obviously just more than Yue Qingkong, so why is this old guy still doing such a big fanfare.

"Could it be dementia?"

Su Xunge muttered in his heart, and immediately sent a reminder again.

And this time.

Only then did Zu Huoling in the imaginary world react: "It's broken, I accidentally forgot that kid's entrustment~"

At this moment, he once again turned into a gray-white flame.

Law lines that once appeared on Su Xunge's body danced in front of him.

Afterwards, he pinched it into three large characters drawn with iron and silver hooks, and pasted them towards the top of the Tianbei.

At this time, Su Xunge's message was received again, and Zu Huoling hurriedly swept through the wave of flames, and knocked down the name that was at the top of the sky.

"This kid will take revenge. If he bears a grudge, I'm afraid he will trouble me in the future..." The old voice that only he could hear reverberated in the imaginary world.

...

And outside.

But it was completely like an exploding pill furnace, and a new wave exploded.

"Can someone tell me what happened to the Tianbei?"

Everyone stared intently at the Tianbei, with their mouths opened wide, expressing their bewildered thoughts.

And the culprit of all this is just because the name on the Tianbei, which had already climbed to the top, fell down inexplicably for some unknown reason.

"My God, that's unbelievable, I've never seen, never heard of anything like it!"

"Obviously, I have climbed to the first place in the ages, why did I fall down again?"

"Could it be that there is really some kind of unknown problem with this sacred thing, the Holy Emperor's Monument?"

Such remarks spread like leeches crossing the border, making everyone dumbfounded.

And Su Xunge showed such a smile as expected.

Lowering his head slightly, he looked at Yaoyue whose eyes were gradually losing its luster, and bewitched like a devil: "How about it, [-] people just squeezed out Yueyue."

Under his intentional control, Zu Huoling was no more and no less, and just happened to put his name on the top of Yue Qingkong.

Therefore, Yue Qingkong's ranking on the Tianbei has now dropped to the [-] position.

Victory is self-evident.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Yaoyue struggled and shook her head, as if trying to wake herself up from a nightmare.

"Break~"

Su Xunge stretched out a long and slender hand with divine power, and pressed it on the spirit of Yaoyue.

"Nothing is impossible in front of me. To be a man, we must recognize the reality."

"Now, I am the winner, and you should keep your original promise."

Yin Jie's voice came out, Yaoyue felt the intrusion of the power that penetrated into the soul, and understood what Su Xunge was going to do.

Suddenly, a fierce struggle broke out.

This villain is trying to forcibly take her soul and completely turn her into a slave!

"No, you can't~" The voice of fear resounded.

But in the face of Su Xunge who is like a demon god, how can she resist.

Effortless.

Su Xunge peeled off Yaoyue's thread of soul.

just now.

The life and death of this Lunar Holy Land candidate saint is completely in his hands.

Chapter 251 Wanbaotang Auction, Sword Embryo, Ancient Sage

Saint Imperial City.

A building carved with gold and jade, decorated with emeralds, built with sacred wood and sacred stone as the backbone, overflowing with luxury everywhere.

There are two plaques with big characters like iron and silver hooks hanging high: "Wanbao"

outside the building.

Parked full of carriages pulled by rare birds and animals.

Many monks with profound auras can only be regarded as coachmen and guarded by the side.

This place is the one with the richest financial resources in the Holy Imperial City—Wanbaotang.

The origin of this treasure hall has long been nowhere to be studied.

It is said.

It was founded by ten great monks who were deeply involved in making money tens of thousands of years ago.

The purpose is to converge on cultivation resources and wealth.

So far, countless casual cultivators have poured their financial resources into it, and it seems that it has become a colossus that cannot be underestimated in the Holy Imperial City. Its tentacles are all over Zhongzhou, collecting treasures from all over the world.

Even among the majority of casual cultivators, the status of Wanbaotang is more respected than that of the dynasties of the major holy lands.

The wages of avarice is death.

It's just a big force, but it's just a bigger fist, so it's fine if you don't provoke it.

But in the face of Wanbaotang's real resources, countless monks had to bow down.

now.

Inside the Wanbaotang building, a lively auction was in full swing.

An old man with a headless head presided over the auction in a leisurely manner in a building surrounded by sages.

"The next treasure, named Wanjian Stone, was produced in a dangerous place in Zhongzhou - Qianjue Peak. It was born with a unique sword fetus. If it is sacrificed properly, it can be forged into a holy weapon. The starting price is 50 Myriad Genesis Stone, if you fellow daoists are interested in this treasure, you can bid freely~"

As the old man's vigorous tone spread, a strange stone about ten feet long, full of sword intent, was carried onto the auction stage by two muscular warriors.

around.

A group of monks who were invited to participate in such a grand event all showed a light of longing.

"Born with a sword fetus, it is most suitable for me as a sword cultivator. I want to order this thing!"

"50 Origin Stones is not cheap, but if you can really create a handed down holy weapon, then the value will be multiplied several times, and it will be profitable!"

"That's right, Wanbaotang really lives up to its reputation. It's such a treasure as soon as you make a move. Today I can feast my eyes!"

In the lobby of the building, there are mostly powerful monks from various forces.

Or it is a casual cultivator who is famous outside.

Seeing the treasure at this time, I couldn't help but start to think about my pockets.

On the top of the building, there are more than ten floors of hidden attics, which are private rooms specially flowed from Wanbaotang for saints, or distinguished guests with important backgrounds.

at this time.

Above the second floor, an attic covered with a turquoise curtain was suddenly opened by a corner.

A big hand, as old as a dead wood, suddenly stretched out, and said softly towards the old man on the auction platform: "My grandson has just achieved a great cultivation base recently, and I just need a divine object to forge the true weapon of life. This thing, I will pay a million catties."

The voice finished.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"It's the source of a million catties as soon as you open your mouth. It's really a big breath!"

"Your Excellency, Wanbaotang's entrustment, raised the price so high as soon as you opened your mouth, how do you ask me to bid?"

The casual cultivator who hadn't figured out the situation couldn't help becoming dissatisfied with the old man who made a quotation in the attic.

100 million catties can be said to be the highest price for a handed down holy weapon Pi.

This made these monks who were interested in pursuing the sword fetus very dissatisfied.

But this wave of dissatisfaction has yet to dissipate.

suddenly.

A majestic and grand Yimu essence swept across the entire Wanbao Hall in an instant.

Those casual cultivators who were so suppressed that they uttered wild words were actually deprived of the ability to breathe.

"It turned out to be a saint!"

Someone's heart was beating wildly, stammering like Lin Tianyuan, for fear that this unknown saint would give him an unbearable punishment because of his wild words just now.

And just when everyone thought that the saint would be furious.

Sudden.

The old man on the auction stage waved his hand, and a dense celestial light suddenly flew out, blowing away the Yimu essence that filled the inside and outside of Wanbao Hall.

"Fellow Daoist Qingteng, you are just a few ignorant juniors, why bother getting angry with them!"

The old man on the auction stage closed his eyes slightly, and persuaded him kindly.

See here.

The figures behind the green curtain on the second floor could barely give up: "Since it is the home of fellow Daoist Bao Xiao, then I won't say much, but the lord of the sage is not something that these rats can provoke, please Bao Xiao Fellow Daoist, give me an explanation!"

The old man on the auction stage nodded.

Immediately, a powerful hand waved out.

Throw the few people who were gossiping before out of Wanbaotang.

Then, he looked at the people who were still lingering in fear and said, "He was born with a sword, and the emperor of the ancient Ivy Kingdom bid 100 million catties. Is there anyone else who can offer?"

but.

Although he took the initiative to reconcile the conflict and calm the anger of the Ivy Saint.

However, the psychological shadow left by the previous saint's actions on everyone is difficult to dissipate.

At this time, no one dared to make an offer with the Ivy Sage.

see.

The Ivy Sage behind the turquoise curtain couldn't help frowning.

I was invited by Wanbaotang to come to this auction.

Although I know in my heart that there will be a peerless treasure at the bottom of the press box - Nine-turn Golden Pill.

But he is just the ruler of an ancient country, and he doesn't have that much financial resources to compete with saints from holy lands and dynasties.

So just ask for some interesting things at random, and leave them behind.

But I never thought that I was acting out of my will, and actually disrupted this auction in Wanbaotang.

"The sky is about to change in Zhongzhou, you have to restrain your temper from now on!" He glanced at the curtain above him, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Subsequently.

Even more apologetic, he said to the Baoxiao sage who hosted the auction: "I have broken the rules of the Guige, and I will punish myself with 20 catties. Don't mind me, if you are interested in this treasure, you can bid for it." , this deity will never force others!"

The magnificent saint's voice resounded.

Saint Baoxiao on the auction stage nodded, very satisfied with the face-saving actions of Ancient Sage Ivy.

Glancing around, there was no movement of the mighty casual cultivator.

Glancing again at the top, there are many powerful people behind the curtain who have little interest in the sword fetus, and he said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Qingteng, don't worry, 120 million catties of origin stone is already far more than the value of the sword fetus. It is human nature for friends not to bid again.”

Subsequently.