RNP Chapter 47 An Auction Across Time and Space
Chapter 47 An Auction Across Time and Space
As Wan Gui made his move, Fang Han's expression changed drastically, and he silently cried out to Yan Kuang:
"Yan, quickly come with me to help Jiang Yuan and block his attack!"
But Yan remained as if he were dead, offering no response whatsoever.
Fang Han's heart pounded with unease. What was going on?!
The disciples of the Guiyi Realm on Wan Gui Immortal Island had solemn expressions, their previous amusement gone.
Wan Guiyi is a minor giant in the Golden Core stage.
Although he is a newly promoted Golden Core cultivator, he still possesses hundreds of thousands of bolts of magical power, and his One Yuan Heavy Water Great Divine Power has been cultivated to perfection, making him invincible across three thousand miles.
Although he was confident that he had the means to entangle this minor Golden Core cultivator, he did not dare to underestimate him.
The men in black also stopped smiling and looked over warily.
One of the men in black stood with his hands behind his back, squinting as he watched Wan Guiyi make his move.
Jiang Yuan quickly retreated, grabbed with his large hand, and retracted the Rainwater Sword Domain, which transformed into 30,000 giant dragons of magical power, spinning continuously and roaring as they crashed into the 5,000 dragons of magical power.
He was not afraid of Wan Guiyi's merger, so what if he was a minor Golden Core cultivator?
They have two Dao artifacts here, so even if they can't win, they can still escape unscathed.
If you want to prevent him and Fang Han from leaving, you'd have to either have a Dao artifact or be a powerful expert who can defy fate!
Otherwise, he and Fang Han could come and go as they pleased.
Therefore.
He no longer backed down as he had before.
He didn't cultivate immortality to become Han Paopao (a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for his cunning and
Supreme divine power.
Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist.
Jiang Yuan unleashed 30,000 bolts of magical power, and the Black Emperor's phantom appeared deep within, commanding all the waters under heaven to deliver a punch to the 5,000 bolts of magical power.
boom!
The dragon roared, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the five thousand bolts of magical power. It refined it with all its might, and the azure light flickered erratically as there was intense conflict within.
For an instant.
Jiang Yuan then activated the Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist, which was ostensibly the Myriad Waters Divine Technique, and swallowed the five thousand bolts of magical power!
"What?"
"Thirty thousand bolts of magic power?!"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Thirty thousand against five thousand bolts of magic power, of course the advantage is mine!"
But the problem is...
Jiang Yuan, as a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, normally only possesses one to three thousand bolts of magical power. How did he manage to reach thirty thousand bolts?
Wan Guiyi was moved and finally stood up from the carriage. "It seems you really do have quite a few secrets."
"Now you have to come back to the Yiyuan Sect with me."
Wan Guiyi said calmly.
"Idiot," Jiang Yuan sneered.
Wan Guiyi's face darkened. "What did you say?"
"I'm telling you, you're an idiot, you've got your brain kicked by a donkey!"
Jiang Yuan sneered.
When he read the original work before, he never understood why, if he knew that he was exceptionally talented, he could have 30,000 bolts of magic power when he was in the Gangqi Realm.
Once back at the Feathered Gate, I will be at the very core of the core.
Why do those people still bite like a dead dog, provoking us even though they're not strong enough?
The answer is always to kneel down and be their dog!
What kind of brain does this person have?!
Has everyone lost their minds?!
Can't they even treat each other like normal people?!
Wan Guiyi's face contorted with rage, his magical power surged, and he said in a sinister tone, "Good, very good, extremely good!"
"You have no reason to return to the Feathered Gate alive today!"
He unleashed 300,000 units of magical power, and the violent water-attribute energy roared and surged across dozens of miles, shattering the entire Tide Palace and causing the mirage to tremble violently.
Those people who were chatting and laughing in the past were washed away by the magic power, becoming rippled like water, fading into nothingness and disappearing.
The Golden Core minor giant possesses boundless magical power; his anger can affect the illusory mirage of this place.
Jiang Yuan sneered: "Having lived for hundreds of years, you still have no manners at all. You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey."
After Jiang Yuan finished cursing, he felt refreshed. He secretly spun the Jue Ruyi in his palm and sleeve. The Taiji diagram inside the mid-grade Dao artifact condensed into a line, which could activate the Yin-Yang Heaven and Earth One-Line Escape Technique.
A thousand miles in an instant.
He fed Shui Ningyan a top-grade pure yang treasure, and the benefits became apparent at this moment!
"Trying to escape?!"
Wan Guiyi, with a chilling aura, came with his outstretched hand, covering the sky, his magical power surging and condensing into a massive handprint of primordial chaos.
The signature supernatural power of the Yiyuan Sect is the ability to capture all things.
In an instant, the entire Tide Palace trembled violently and wailed, and those who passed by were plunged into darkness, about to be swept away from this world.
Without hesitation, Jiang Yuan activated the Yin-Yang Heaven and Earth Connection, emitting a soft black and white light that enveloped him and Fang Han as they tried to escape the range of the giant handprint.
The giant handprint expanded to a size of several miles, aiming to capture the entire Tide Sea Palace.
Wailing, disintegration—this rare spectacle of time is about to vanish.
"Ugh!"
A sigh suddenly appeared.
The Great Handprint of Capture, the line of light between Yin and Yang, heaven and earth, froze the terror in the eyes of all the supernatural cultivators in the palace.
It's like time has stood still!
A middle-aged man in a yellow robe, who was presiding over the auction, put down his gavel and said softly:
"Can't you just let this old man reminisce about the past?"
"It's been ten thousand years. This is my only chance to see them again. Juniors, you've passed."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe spoke softly, and without him making the slightest movement, Wan Guiyi's large handprint shattered out of thin air. Wan Guiyi groaned and coughed up blood, looking over in horror.
"Senior, I am a true disciple of the One Yuan Sect, at the seventh level of the Divine Power Realm. My master is the eternal giant, Master Li Yuan."
He quickly begged for mercy.
"Are you threatening me?" The middle-aged man in the yellow robe narrowed his eyes.
Wan Guiyi looked terrified and began to wail and scream as the Primordial Chaos Great Handprint Divine Power on his Golden Core was forcibly extracted.
The Realm of Cosmic Light!
A fourth-level Longevity Realm cultivator would be considered an absolute elder in the ten sects of immortality, the seven lineages of demonic cultivation, or the five factions of the demonic sect; no one would dare to underestimate him.
Jiang Yuan and Fang Han immediately became obedient, behaving like children.
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe looked over, and Jiang Yuan quickly put on a shy smile and said, "Senior, you still have the same demeanor after ten thousand years, and are exceptionally young. You must be a person from the Immortal Realm."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe chuckled. "Interesting. I didn't expect the people from the Three Ones Sect to talk like that."
"sit."
He said with a smile.
Jiang Yuan and Fang Han immediately sat down in the auction chairs.
Then the middle-aged man in the yellow robe looked at Yao Dian and the other two, his expression turning indifferent, and said:
"The Taiyi Sect has become increasingly arrogant."
"I just don't know if we can maintain this arrogance when the great calamity of the gods comes again."
He snorted coldly, and Yao Dian and the other two were teleported to the seats at Jiang Yuan's feet.
They were terrified, angry, and ashamed. They were true disciples; when did they end up sitting on a seat beneath someone else's feet?
Jiang Yuan sat quietly, but his eyes and brows were full of smiles as he looked at the three of them.
Sit down, why aren't you sitting?
With a wave of his sleeve, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe moved all the cultivators at the third level of the Divine Power Realm and above in the mirage to the auction chairs.
There were ten of them in total. They looked terrified and bewildered, sitting there, not understanding what had happened.
"Gentlemen," the middle-aged man in the yellow robe said calmly, "I wish to repeat the auction that took place ten thousand years ago."
"So in a moment, you will use the spacetime power I gave you to participate in the auction I will be hosting."
"But there are those who do not cooperate."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe spoke in a cold voice:
"die!"
The thirty-six cultivators with supernatural powers hurriedly and respectfully replied, "Yes, senior!"
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe nodded and waved his hand, sending thirty-six talismans formed from the power of spacetime flying in front of everyone.
Jiang Yuan reached out and took it, sensing the dense spatial and temporal power within it, and was surprised.
Is this middle-aged man in the yellow robe trying to auction them off alongside people from ten thousand years ago?