Chapter 639 Rahu captures the soul

Although with Song Yang's help, Zhou Yiqiao obtained the talisman to defend against spiritual attacks as he wished, he still felt a little regretful.

Not to mention that the Yin Yang Soul Suppressing Talisman only has the last two rights to use.

Just because of Wang Fugui's attitude of deceiving even Song Yang, Zhou Yiqiao would not place all his hopes on this Yin Yang Soul Suppressing Talisman.

The market in the Nether Demon Sect was already vast, but now a large number of strange monks had poured in. Zhou Yiqiao spent a lot of effort to reach his destination.

There are many kinds of stalls in the Fangshi neighborhood, and they have everything of all styles and purposes.

At the end of this street stands a huge building, which is like a palace towering into the clouds, occupying the entire Fangshi block.

The palace is completely dark, with carved beams and painted roofs and flying eaves, giving it a sense of uncanny craftsmanship.

This palace was originally used as a place for registration and taxation of transactions between sect disciples, but now it is used temporarily as an auction venue.

When Zhou Yiqiao arrived, there were already bursts of shouts in the venue. Apparently, the auction had already started for some time.

Zhou Yiqiao paused outside the venue for a moment, then stepped inside and entered the hall.

The venue was large enough to accommodate thousands of monks.

But not everyone can compete here.

Now there are eight thousand monks who have entered the Nether Demon Sect just because they participated in the Massacre Feast, not to mention other spectators who simply want to observe this event.

If anyone could enter this central auction house, wouldn't it cause chaos?

Therefore, unless there are special instructions in the central auction house, people entering and exiting the central auction house are generally screened based on the lowest cultivation level of the inner disciples of the Netherworld Demon Sect, which is the Golden Core Realm.

But even so, the auction house was still overcrowded.

Zhou Yiqiao entered the auction house midway. If it hadn't been for the title of Elder Baigu's direct disciple to open the way, he might not have been able to find an empty seat.

The atmosphere in the auction house has reached its climax. A senior sister in the late Nascent Soul stage stood on the high platform, holding a jade bowl in her hand.

At the mouth of the bowl, a purple lotus flower the size of a fist was suspended.

The surface of the lotus flower is covered with dense lines, which looks weird and charming.

"Purple Bowl Lotus, the material for refining the Purple Lotus Transformation Pill, the base price is 500,000 spirit stones!"

"Each increase in price will be no less than 10,000 spirit stones. Fellow Taoists, please bid enthusiastically!"

As the female cultivator finished speaking, the entire auction house instantly erupted into deafening bidding sounds.

"One million spirit stones!"

"Two million spirit stones!"

"..."

The bidding sounds were endless, but Zhou Yiqiao slowly closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The so-called Purple Lotus Transformation Pill is just a pill that forces low-level monsters to transform into human form.

This kind of elixir is undoubtedly a priceless treasure for some hungry ghosts with unique hobbies, but for Zhou Yiqiao, it is useless garbage.

In just a few breaths, dozens of 'gentlemen' had already pushed the price of the Purple Bowl Lotus to 10 million spiritual stones.

After an unknown amount of time, this Purple Bowl Lotus was finally acquired by a monk over fifty years old for a sky-high price of fifteen million.

After the delivery was completed, the fellow senior sister on the stage finally presented the next lot.

She was holding a rectangular object taller than a person in her hand. Because it was covered with a layer of black gauze, the true appearance of the object could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Yiqiao sensed the power of the soul emanating from the treasure, and immediately opened his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

"The Rahu Soul Capturing Monument! The treasure our sect dug from the Rakshasa Sea in the Dead Ghost Realm."

With a muffled "dong" sound, the senior sister in charge of the auction casually threw the treasure in her hand onto the ring, and with a wave of her jade hand, unveiled the hazy black gauze on it.

Suddenly, a black jade stone less than one foot appeared in everyone's sight.

It is dark and shiny, with a vague aura of simplicity and desolation. At a glance, it gives people a feeling of vicissitudes of time.

In the center of the stele, there is a lifelike Rahu ghost head engraved in the seal. It is ferocious and fierce, as if it wants to choose people and devour them.

Surrounding the carvings of Rahu are several gray and difficult-to-understand gilded mantras.

The mantra is not used to suppress the evil aura emitted by Rahu in the stele, but has the effect of faintly increasing its power!

"This Luohu Soul Capturing Monument has been personally appraised by the elder of the Demon Sect and is determined to be an extremely rare low-grade acquired treasure of the divine soul type."

"All of you fellow Taoists must know the value of such a treasure."

Seeing that all the spectators in the audience were shocked by this Rahu Soul Capturing Monument, the senior sister in charge of the auction smiled lightly and spoke.

"The starting price for this treasure is 20 million spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 100,000 spiritual stones!"

"Twenty-three million!"

A late-stage Nascent Soul monk wearing a blue robe took the lead in raising the sign.

As soon as he finished calling out the price, most of the monks in the venue raised eyebrows. Obviously, they were a little surprised by the price. After all, none of the auction items before had reached such a sky-high price.

"Twenty-four million!"

There was another person following the price, a seemingly honest and strong man.

With these two people taking the lead, the monks seemed to have been activated, bidding one after another in an attempt to win the ownership of the Rahu Soul Capturing Monument.

Zhou Yiqiao sat quietly on his seat. Although he watched everyone bidding against each other coldly, his heart was already as excited as these people.

He was originally worried that even if he bought a magic weapon that could attack spiritual consciousness in the auction house, Murong Yunhe and the others would be able to know the information in a short time and find a way to crack the magic weapon.

But now, if Zhou Yiqiao can take a picture of this low-grade acquired ancient treasure, the Luohu Soul Capturing Monument, it will be enough for him to conquer ten levels at once without fear of Murong Yunhe's methods.

"Twenty-six million!"

"Thirty-seven million!"

"Thirty-nine million..."

The bidding has not stopped, and in a very short period of time, the price has climbed to the height of 40 million spiritual stones.

In such a crazy price raising session, Zhou Yiqiao still had no intention of participating.

It wasn't until the price reached 55 million spirit stones and the last two monks were left who were determined to win, that he finally made a move.

"Sixty million spiritual stones."

Zhou Yiqiao uttered a sentence lightly, causing the originally noisy bidding scene to become silent.

Even the fellow senior sister in charge of the auction on the stage was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the direction of Zhou Yiqiao.

"It turns out to be Junior Brother Zhou Yiqiao, no wonder he is so courageous!"

After a while, the beautiful female cultivator finally came to her senses, smiled brightly at Zhou Yiqiao, and said loudly.