Chapter 2712： The evil **** is coming!

In Tang Zhen's thoughts, the treasures related to the power of the origin cannot be ignored by the monks.

Although the low-level monks can't sense it, this treasure will automatically choose the owner and make some coincidence to let the other party get themselves.

As an item of the same age as the deities, Yuanling Lingbao has this ability, and even more magical.

The monks appearing at the auction site may not be the true owners of the treasures, at best they are just porters.

Of course, this is only speculation. Before seeing the item, Tang Zhen could not be sure that the monks were attracted by the treasure.

There should still be some preparations. With the call of Tang Zhen, Kam had quietly arrived, watching the coldly drunken fallen land coldly.

For Kam, there are delicious dishes everywhere, and those greedy and filthy souls are the most delicious food in the eyes of evil gods.

Although some can't wait, Kam still honestly waits for Tang Zhen's order, and he dare not act lightly.

The monks in the auction house felt a sense of uneasiness, as if something important was about to happen.

The monk's spirituality far surpassed others, and he had a vague sense of the imminent danger.

The monk at the auction house with a frown on his face frowned tightly. He constantly surveyed the surroundings with his mental strength to see what was wrong.

Compared with ordinary monks, the sense of crisis of the monks at the king level is more obvious, and the sense of danger to him is as uncomfortable as acupuncture.

This allowed the sitting monk to determine one thing. There was a terrible existence that followed the auction house, but he could not find the trace of the other party.

In a slightly tense atmosphere, the auction officially began.

A tall woman with a tall figure wearing light clothing, put the same auction item on the auction table.

There are many types of auction items, including celebrities who have used certain items, relics from historic sites, and some valuable tonics.

Each guest at the auction venue has different needs, which makes it not so fierce competition after each product appears.

Unconsciously, most of the items were auctioned off, and an item similar to a metal mask was brought to the stage.

"This is a special mask from a relic. It is engraved with quaint and primitive patterns. Experts cannot determine its exact age, but it has a history of at least four or five thousand years."

The auctioneer introduced the item, and then followed the normal process to inform everyone that they could bid.

In the eyes of the auctioneer, this is just an antique. Although it looks like a long time, it may not have much value.

As a result, he just came up with the idea that someone would bid directly and that three customers would be shooting at the same time.

This abnormal situation immediately caught the attention of other filmmakers, who secretly wondered in their hearts. What is so magical about this mask?

In the following time, the monks belonging to the three parties competed around the masks, and eventually they sold 100,000 sky-high prices.

According to the original estimate, the value of the mask does not exceed 1,000 yuan, not even the final item of this auction.

It just happened to be such an item, but it took such a terrible price, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The auctioneer hesitated when he dropped the hammer. He didn't know whether the auction should be finalized, but hoped that the owner of the auction house could give himself a hint.

Unexpectedly, he didn't get an order for the auction until the auction was over. In the end, he could only knock down the auction hammer uneasily.

After successfully capturing the mask, the monks paid the auction money on the spot and then left with the mask.

The other two monks jumped out and stopped the other side to leave, unless the mask was left behind.

The successful party is naturally unwilling. How can they easily hand over what they have paid for?

Just as the three parties confronted each other, the auctioneer sent a person in charge and asked them to leave immediately to resolve their personal grievances outside.

It turned out that the owner of the auction house was alerted and immediately divined through magical items to confirm that this seemingly ordinary mask was actually a terrible ominous object.

The crisis felt by the monk of the king level comes from this mask, which will bring endless doom to the holder.

Therefore, even if this thing is precious and involves so many secrets, it must not be left in your hands.

With such a large industry, I don't particularly care about money and other things. I just want a stable word in everything.

Therefore, in the auction process, the auction house has never intervened, the purpose is to send this mask out.

I did not expect that after the auction was successful, such a change occurred, which really made the auction house boss extremely depressed.

In this case, the owner of the auction house can only send someone to persuade, because the longer the delay, the more prone it will be.

In the process of persuasion, the king-level monk released his own breath and let the three parties know that he exists.

Feeling the breath of a monk at the level of kings, the tense three parties converged their anger, knowing that this is not the place to solve the problem.

Once annoyed the monk, no one is good for anyone.

As the three parties tacitly prepared to leave, a strange red light flashed suddenly in the eye socket of the metal mask in the box.

A young man in the interceptor, suddenly covered with bloodshot, took out the revolver directly from his waist.

Before the crowd could return, he had already pulled the trigger and knocked down a certain member of the mask side.

"Damn asshole!"

The same curse was uttered from different people's mouths.

Everyone knows that with this gunshot, things have become uncontrollable.

In the next moment, the fierce gunfire and the energy fluctuations when casting the spell appeared at the same time in the auction hall.

Most of the monks on Haotian's plane practiced with strength, which made them very destructive in battle.

But in an instant, a box was broken up, scaring the audience to flee.

There are also bad luck guys, the box where they were completely flattened, and the guests inside were either dead or injured.

Seeing this, the king-level monk guarding the auction house took the shot and tried to suppress these troublesome guys.

As a result, at this time, the hidden forces behind the three parties in the battle rushed to the scene regardless of sequence.

Tripartite forces and three king-level monks gathered at the same time over the auction house and did not give up to each other.

Coupled with the king-level monks in the auction house, a total of four king-level strong men, this incident immediately caught the attention of the hidden powerhouses.

As long as the strength reaches the king level, it is absolutely not allowed to take easy shots, otherwise it is easy to affect the order in the world.

The presence of four king-level monks at the same time means that a major problem has occurred, and if it is not possible, a disaster will occur.

Inside the box in the auction hall, Tang Zhen held up a cup of tea and slowly sipped the tea while the women around him watched.

"Sure enough, it is the source spiritual treasure. It has the characteristics of being disaster-causing. Calling this thing a mask of deception and doom may be the most suitable!"

When Tang Zhen said this, he turned to look at the scared woman next to him, and said lightly, "You have a minute to remember to rush out in desperation. If you can't do it, you will die here."

The woman froze, shoved the door of the box room, went straight to the nearest window, and jumped from the second floor without hesitation.

The woman landed on the street, her ankle was broken, and the pain made her cry.

Soon she closed her mouth and stared in horror at the auction house behind her, watching the indescribable bituminous substance leak out of the air, covering the entire auction house.

In the thick fog, a horrible figure slowly appeared. It glanced around with greedy eyes, and finally fell into an auction house that seemed to be isolated from the real world.

"Evil God ... comes!"

The woman had understood what had happened, and despite the pain in her ankle, she desperately crawled across the street, trying to escape this terrible world of purgatory.