At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

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The center of the capital.

It's very lively.

Even if their teahouse is within the capital city, it is still tens of thousands miles away from here, so far away that it makes people's scalps numb. After all, the last thing the fairy world lacks is territory.

A grand auction is being held here today.

It was an extremely vast auction venue, with countless rare treasures and even living beings being auctioned.

However, the ranking venue, which should have been bustling with noise, was filled with silence. There was even a chill on the faces of many cultivators, even those from the big immortal families in the capital.

"The Water of All Things... is formed by the laws of heaven and earth... This treasure comes from Qiye... It is a rare treasure in the fairy world..."

The auctioneer trembled and said, "The starting price... one hundred thousand high-quality fairy stones..."

After saying that, he swallowed hard.

But after he finished speaking, the atmosphere among the millions of monks in the venue became surprisingly strange, and no one bid.

The auction hall was dead silent.

On the podium, a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down the auctioneer's forehead, his fingers trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth forced a smile.

His eyes unconsciously looked towards a VIP room in mid-air——

In that mysterious space surrounded by ninety-nine floating forbidden formations and sealed by ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, there was a person sitting vaguely. It was just a silhouette, but he seemed to be overlooking the entire auction hall, making people tremble with fear and dare not look directly at him.

The next moment, an extremely loud voice rang out.

It was neither hurried nor slow, with a superiority and majesty that came from deep in its blood, as if the heaven and earth were talking to themselves, and the universe tacitly agreed.

"The eldest son offers 110,000 yuan."

Boom!

After this sound came out, the entire auction hall was shaken by an invisible divine power, and even the space seemed to collapse.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to explode in the ears of every cultivator, shocking the cultivators of all races into silence, not daring to look up!

"Ten, eleven thousand... once."

The auctioneer's voice was trembling and almost inaudible.

As for the power behind this auction, the people in power had an extremely unpleasant look on their faces. The young master could obviously just rob the item, but he still came to participate in the auction. He really thought too highly of them.

But there is no way...

King Nanheng occupied the Wanling territory, so everything here should belong to the royal family, even him!

This has been the unspoken rule of all races in the Three Thousand Immortal States for many years.

Even the ancient heaven has continued this unspoken rule, which is to let the various races under its command continue to fight and be in constant life-and-death crisis. Only in this way will there be peerless strong men who emerge bathed in blood.

The winner is king.

This is the custom of the Three Thousand Immortal States, and no one can change it.

Auction house, in the VIP room.

The man respected as the "Eldest Young Master" sat motionless, wearing a dark gold royal robe, with wisps of delicate divine fire patterns floating on his cuffs, hinting at the rhythm of royal blood. He had a handsome face but was as cold as black iron, and his temperament was so noble that it was difficult to look directly at him.

He just sat there, looking majestic without even getting angry, like an ancient god suppressing all the immortal realms.

He glanced at the field, frowned slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Dirty."

His voice uttered two words softly.

Even though the voice was extremely low, several auction house behind-the-scenes power holders were shocked and their faces immediately became uglier than death.

And next to it.

Creatures of various strange races were crawling.

"Clear the place. There are too many low-ranking cultivators in Wanling. Sitting in the same room with them would pollute my great Dao Dharma Body."

The man frowned slightly. They were a group of blood-eating race from the ancient times. He felt dirty just by looking at them.

The racial map of the three thousand ancient races in the Immortal State can be regarded as a recipe!

"Yes, young master." An old woman beside him responded respectfully.

She walked out, and a fairy light suddenly burst out from her body.

And in the room, several Taoist instruments appeared, and those crawlers hurriedly cleared the aura of these inferior races, fearing that the eldest master would be displeased.

"My Lord, someone offered a living being from the Tiansui lineage."

"Oh? I see. Then put it in the tomb. When you are trained, come back to see me." There was a little fluctuation in the eldest son's eyes. It seemed that this news made him excited.

Not long after.

The eldest son stood up slowly, his eyes stern, and looked through the ten thousand feet long magic circle at the third item in the center of the auction hall.

It was a broken jade talisman unearthed from an ancient tomb in a remote area, exuding an air of time that was difficult to conceal.

The fairy patterns on it are broken and the cause and effect are confused, but there is only a "blood mark" in the center that is still jumping as if alive without anyone urging it, as if it contains some unspeakable fairy secrets.

——This thing attracted countless big forces to watch.

The eldest son just stared at it for a moment and said calmly:

"I want this item. The auction can end now."

Yet no one dared to question it.

Instead, those representatives of the hidden immortal clan, ghost cultivators from the borderlands, the Mysterious Pavilion of All Spirits, and others who had been eager to try before, all lowered their heads, quickly stood up and left, not even daring to stay for a moment.

Unexpected rise!

Mist rose in the venue, blurring the young master's vision and even his spiritual consciousness could no longer penetrate the outside world.

His expression was calm, and the corners of his lips raised: "...What a courage."

The eldest son sat down slowly again, without even checking, nor showing any surprise, because there would be someone to help him deal with any situation. His indifference was shocking, and it also showed the absolute power of the Nanheng royal family.

Time for a cup of tea has passed.

The venue was eerily quiet.

Even the old woman hasn't come back, and no one has come to report the news so far.

The eldest son smiled coldly: "It's interesting."

He then stepped out of the formation himself.

The smell of blood is pungent!

The eldest son's pupils shrank slightly, his servants fell in a pool of blood, and even the 'high priest' was killed and his soul left his body. A terrifying and oppressive feeling filled the air.

"Young Master... run, quickly... run!"

The old woman seemed to be shouting with all her strength, but even her immortal body was suppressed and shattered inside her body before it could be sacrificed.

The eldest son's pupils suddenly contracted and he looked forward.

The road ahead...

Every hundred miles, there were two strong men standing on both sides of the road. They stood in a pool of blood without looking around, as if they had left only this one way for him.

His eyebrows twitched and he subconsciously looked outside the venue.

Also surrounded...

The eldest son took a deep breath and walked slowly with his hands behind his back. He walked through the pool of blood of his servants and slowly walked along the road lined with powerful men. Every step forward was as heavy as a mountain, but he still maintained his royal demeanor and did not show any cowardice.

His eyes slanted slightly.

Look towards the center of the venue.

There was a man in white sitting upright, and the aura exuded by every powerful person standing beside him was in no way inferior to that of his clan’s ancestor!

And the man behind him.

There were two 'Tianzuns' standing there with weak legs and unusually dilated pupils. They were holding an ordinary iron shovel with trembling hands. They didn't know, they really didn't know anything! !

The man in white said calmly: "Young man, since you dare to snatch my things, you should dare to take them, right?"

The words fell.

The monks of all races in the entire venue were silent, their pupils dilated to the extreme, and they didn't even dare to breathe. What kind of monstrous and terrifying existence had this beastly Nanheng royal family provoked? They must not be dragged into this water! !