Chapter 214 Fang Yang is a pauper

After entering the interior of Panhuang Tower, Fang Yang saw even more masters.

Pangu League is worthy of being a force in ancient times. There are tens of thousands of Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals. It really looks like Golden Immortals are worse than dogs and Taiyi are everywhere. If the Heavenly Court can have so many masters, the Emperor of Heaven can laugh himself into a toilet.

Of course, the number of Daluo Golden Immortals is very small. From the first floor to the thirty-second floor, Fang Yang only saw seven Daluo Golden Immortals.

Before the witch-lich catastrophe, there were constant births of innate gods in the prehistoric world. But a great battle between witches and liches interrupted the roots of heaven and earth, causing great damage to the vitality of the prehistoric world, and no innate gods could be bred anymore.

Without new innate gods, it is difficult for acquired creatures to prove the truth, so the number of Daluo Golden Immortals naturally becomes fewer and fewer.

In the Journey to the West period, the number of Daluo Golden Immortals was even smaller. So there was a situation of "no tiger in the mountain, monkeys call themselves kings", and several Taiyi Golden Immortals dared to call themselves great saints, causing unrest in heaven and earth.

After entering the auction house, Fang Yang's eyes suddenly opened up.

The auction house is located in a small world with green mountains and clear waters. On the vast grassland, thousands of seats of various sizes are placed according to the positions of the gods and demons of the sky. Spiritual fruits and immortal wine have been prepared on the seats.

In the center of the grassland is a white jade square with a statue of Pangu on the square. Compared with the Pangu statue in the outside world, this statue is more lifelike, and the breath of Pangu exudes, making people dare not blaspheme.

All the creatures in the prehistoric world respect Pangu as the authentic of heaven and earth, but I am afraid that only the Wu clan has set up a statue for Pangu. Even the three religions of human, Chan, and Jie, who claim to be the authentic of Pangu, have never worshipped Pangu.

Houshan led Fang Yang to a seat near the square.

"Daoyou, please!"

After Fang Yang took his seat, Houshan took his seat on the seat on Fang Yang's left.

Before Fang Yang entered the auction house, some Daluo Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian had already come to the auction house. As soon as Fang Yang's unfamiliar face appeared, he attracted the attention of these cultivators.

"This Taoist friend is unfamiliar. I am Longshen Daojun, from Changbai Mountain Dongtian."

An old Taoist with white hair and long beard bowed to Fang Yang and introduced himself.

Longshen Daojun, whose body is a congenital spiritual ginseng, has achieved enlightenment through hard practice.

During the period of the Emperor of the Earth, a plague broke out among the human race. At that time, the Emperor of the Earth's cultivation was still shallow, so he could only ask for help from the Saint Sect.

The Saint's disciples knew that there was a Longshen Daojun in Changbai Mountain, whose body could cure all diseases and detoxify all poisons. So a group of Saint's disciples formed a group and went to Changbai Mountain to kill Longshen Daojun and use Longshen Daojun's body to treat the people.

Longshen Daojun was of course no match for the Saint's disciples, so he fought and fled and came to Pangu City.

Jiufeng came forward to negotiate and asked Longshen Daojun to give up one of his thighs, which made the Saint's disciples give up.

Fang Yang turned his head and returned the greeting: "I am Fang Yang from Hengshan Cave Heaven."

Hearing Fang Yang's name, the cultivators in the field were all shocked.

Fang Yang had been in seclusion and ignored the outside world. He had no idea that his name had spread throughout the circle of powerful people.

"Fellow Daoist, are you the Daoist Fang Yang who fought against the Emperor of Heaven and the clone of the Queen Mother of the West on the Yangtze River Water Palace, seized the dragon head crutch, and finally made the Yangtze River Water Emperor achieve the Daluo Dao?"

The Daoist Long Shen looked Fang Yang up and down, as if he wanted to see through Fang Yang.

It was very powerful that he could repel the Quasi-Sage not long after achieving the Dao, even with the help of the power of the formation.

Fang Yang said modestly: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it! You fellow Taoists are all seniors, so what's the point of my meager cultivation?"

"So, fellow Taoist Fang Yang is also a member of our Pangu League."

"Isn't this obvious? Fellow Taoist Fang Yang has the Wu Clan's Sun-shooting Bow in his hand."

Many cultivators talked about Fang Yang, and some even talked to Fang Yang remotely and formally got to know him.

At this time, Fang Yang realized how powerful the Pangu League was.

The alliance he and Hong Zhou formed seemed to have a large number of people and spread across the southern waters, but in fact, it was not even one ten-thousandth of the Pangu League.

The power of the Pangu League has penetrated every corner of the world. They have pulled the Star Lord of the Heaven, the Underworld Lord of the Underworld, and the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm into the alliance.

Yes, there is a Demon Lord.

This Demon Lord was very cold, sitting on the seat with a sword in his arms, neither speaking nor eating spiritual fruits, wishing to carve the words "Strange People Keep Away" on his face.

Fang Yang even suspected that even the Heavenly Court and the Saint Sect had people from the Pangu League.

Hou Tu Niangniang was in charge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so it was easy for her to develop spies.

However, Fang Yang thought again that even such a force could only retreat step by step in the face of Xuanmen. This shows that Xuanmen is stronger than Pangu League.

"The Saint Sect is only a part of Xuanmen's power. Ancient giants such as Zhenyuan Daxian and Kunpeng Laozu are also from Xuanmen. You must be careful in the future!"

After ten days, a great witch with silver hair, wrinkles on his face, and three white beards on his chin appeared on the square.

It was the first time that Fang Yang saw such an old great witch.

"This is Wu Xian, the high priest of my witch clan, whose status is not lower than that of Xiangliu Great Witch."

A mental wave was transmitted into Fang Yang's mind, and it was the back mountain that transmitted this wave.

After learning the identity of this great witch, Fang Yang thought: "No wonder the witch clan dared to take out the innate spiritual treasure in front of so many Daluo Jinxian."

Since he is at the same level as Xiangliu, Wu Xian must have at least the strength of an early quasi-saint. A true quasi-saint is still a great witch, completely crushing the Daluo Jinxian.

"Everyone, there is an innate spiritual treasure in this auction."

Wu Xian didn't use much force when speaking, but his voice reached everyone's ears accurately.

He looked into the field, and when he saw a familiar face appearing, he deliberately explained.

"Because the innate spiritual treasures are special. Therefore, we only collect luck from the auction of the innate spiritual treasures, not merit. Whoever gives more luck to the innate spiritual treasures can become the owner of the innate spiritual treasures."

"For the auction items ahead, you can bid with confidence and boldly. You don't have to worry about consuming too much merit and missing out on the innate spiritual treasure."

This was the first time Fang Yang entered an auction house, and it was also the first time he saw an auction house collecting luck.

He was not shocked. Since there are treasures such as the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book and other bad guys' luck in the world, there must be treasures or magical powers that can transfer luck.

However, after knowing that luck was needed to auction the innate spiritual treasure, Fang Yang immediately gave up on the auction.

Qi must be used where it should be used and cannot be consumed casually. He has a total of eight innate spiritual treasures in his hand. It is really not worth sacrificing luck for this one innate spiritual treasure.

Fang Yang withdrew from the auction, but the other monks did not retreat. They looked at Wu Xian with bright eyes, waiting for the auction to begin.

"The first treasure is a medium-grade innate spiritual root enlightenment tea tree. The starting price is ten acres of meritorious energy!"

Wu Xian waved his hand, and a picture appeared on the sky.

A hundred-foot-high tea tree grows on the earth. The tea leaves are emerald green, and there are many innate runes on the leaves, which contain endless truths.

Fang Yang looked at the enlightenment tea tree in the picture, and thought of his own fifty acres of merit and virtue, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

In one word, poor!