Ten God Emperor

In the center of the dimly deserted desert, a meandering river smashed through it, and the color between the heavens and the earth was yellow, and the **** yang seemed to be lightly covered, and became vain.

Under the yellow dust, from time to time, there was a caravan riding a camel demon. A series of sunken footprints left behind in the yellow sand. Under the surrounding wind and sand, it was gradually smoothed.

On the sand dunes that many caravans passed, they walked alone and walked on the yellow sand without knees, leaving behind a variety of footprints. He was gray-faced, his robes were broken, and his handsome face was already smashed. It is full of dust and turbid eyes, but it is full of perseverance, revealing a stubbornness that does not show weakness to this world.

"Crash, stop."

The dome has a changing atmosphere, like the yin anger, like a ghost sigh, in the boundless desert, with a lonely wind blowing in the wind, the wind blowing in the wind, like a dragon, roaring between the heavens and the earth.

"Hike, stop, you are tired."

Another sigh rang, the man tightened his robes, a little bit of shaking hands, gently stroking a group of gray-white light on his shoulders, shaking his head, rubbing his dry lips, laughing hard : "Blue falls, I am fine."

"No... you have something, so go on, you will die."

The light began to tremble fiercely because of the excitement.

The man wrapped his face towel around his face and continued to walk towards the vast desert in front. The dim sand was gradually weakened by the gale, and the **** sun was pouring down on the vast and innocent land. Giving people a sense of solitude and coldness, the man's lonely back covered with a layer of blood, and the faint voice sounded.

"Under the ten-party **** tree, there is a memory that belongs to us. I am going to find it. Even if it is dead, I have to find it..."

In an instant, the sound is like a drop of water falling into the calm lake, and it begins to slowly reverberate. The picture is like a smoke wave dissipating, and the noisy sounds around it start to sound again.

"Seven million! Mr. Baidu Zong Mogan's bid for seven million plus one volume of superb thousand-handed poisonous meta-technology, is there a higher price than this?"

The child's face is ruddy, it seems very exciting at the moment, the last yin and yang Xuanhuo fan has been enthusiastically sought after by everyone, only broke through seven million gold coins in an instant, but also added a superb poison Attribute meta-technology, the two add up to the value of 10 million gold coins.

Yunqi is like a dream, wakes up slowly, looks at everything in front of him, and the yin and yang fire fan that is still red and blue on the auction table. At this moment, it seems quiet and silent, no trace of it. fluctuation.

The strange picture in my mind has been deeply imprinted in the memory of Yun Xiu, the desert... the sun... and the man called the rest, all of which makes people feel so familiar, especially the face of men, almost Just like him.

"Who is that person..."

Yunchao now feels that his thoughts are in vain, chaos is gone, and his mind always remembers the picture just now. Although there is no such experience in his memory, he believes that everything is not illusory, just so engulfing his heart.

Li Qing looked at the cloud and his eyes were slightly dark red, and his expression was slightly struggling. It seemed extremely painful. He could not help but ask with some doubts: "Cloud brother, what is yours?"

The cold sweat on the forehead of the cloud had already slammed down. The face turned pale and shook his head. I was fine, but suddenly I felt some physical discomfort.

Li Qing’s appearance suddenly became strange. He took a look at the cloud break and found that the silver-grained pattern on his forehead began to appear involuntarily. Then there was a faint white mist on the palm of his hand, under the fog. With the flames flowing on the skin, this strange situation made him not help.

"Is this... ice attribute or fire attribute?"

Looking at the vitality flowing out of the cloud, Li Qing’s heart was slightly shocked, because the chilly feeling in the coldness of the stock was a bit like the scent of the yin and yang Xuanhuo fans.

"I used a local meta-technology to change the sword, I don't know enough."

A low voice slowly sounded. In the corner on the right side, suddenly a long gray figure stood up. The gray-haired man who got up immediately gathered everyone's eyes. His palm waved gently, a blue scroll. Instantly appeared on the palm of your hand.

The meta-levels, that is, the treasure of the world that can't be exchanged with money. Any family or power has it. As long as it can be successfully cultivated, its combat power will inevitably advance by leaps and bounds. The temptation of this is no less than the superiority.

"Use the meta-levels to change?" Wenyan Lanxuan’s face also instantly became ugly. He has a lot of money, but when he talks about exotic treasures and techniques, they can’t He squandered casually, and in the face of the temptation of geography, money is relatively weak.

The nephew smelled a pretty smile on his face. After all, some people are willing to take out the meta-technical skills to change. For the auction house, there is no harm but no harm. In terms of geography, the value of geometries is even higher and more attractive.

However, she still asked very calmly: "I don't know if this geography is the original, or is it a rubbish?"

It’s no wonder that the children asked so carefully. After all, the difference between the original and the **** is still very big. The original of a geography is the creator’s life-long effort, which contains the majestic spirit. It can survive forever, and it can be used indefinitely, and the **** can only copy the cultivation method through spiritual power. After reading it once, it will disappear. If it is a mediocre person, it will get a copy of the meta-technology, and it cannot be read through it. Learning the essence of Yuanji, then it is equivalent to wasting a chance to cultivate Yuanji.

Therefore, even if you get the meta-print of Yuanji, you still have to take certain risks to really cultivate into Yuan, but even so, the **** of some high-order meta-tech is still highly sought after. After the cultivation is completed, the strength will be There is a qualitative leap.

In the face of the inquiry, the gray man raised his head and revealed the handsome face. He said with a smile: "Nature is a rubbish. After all, the original of Xuanfeng Sword is in the hands of my master."

After listening to the man in the gray coat, the shocked look of the people instantly dissipated a lot. If it is really the original of the mysterious sword, as long as it is not a fool, it will inevitably exchange without hesitation, but if it is a rubbish, it is hard to say.