evening.
The city of Soto has never been so lively.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the outline of the entire city a warm orange-red color, but what surges in the air is a restlessness and noise that is hotter than midsummer noon.
Liulitian Auction House, this majestic building rising from the ground, has now become the focus of the entire continent.
· Viewed from a high altitude, with the auction house as the center, the streets are packed with people.
The luxurious soul guide car drove into a long queue, and the sect emblems inlaid on the car body shone with various colors of light in the dusk, highlighting the distinguished status of the visitors.
Those who can get the tickets are all powerful.
But at this moment, even those sect leaders and elders who usually have high-minded eyes were among the crowd. Like the people around them, they stretched their necks and looked up at the mysterious auction house with a mixture of excitement, greed and awe.
"Oh my God, the news is true! There is indeed a divine inheritance in Wuhun Palace! And there are also inherited soul bones!"
A fat businessman in brocade robes wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice full of trembling.
Him next to him, a man who looked like a soul master sneered:
"What's so strange about this? Wuhun Temple is dedicated to the Angel God, who on the mainland doesn't know that? What's strange to me is, how could they be willing to sell such a thing?!"
This question asked everyone's thoughts.
“Are you short of money?”
A guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious,
"Think about it, the Wuhun Palace has done a lot in the past few years, building branch halls and expanding the soul master group. How much money does that cost? How big an astronomical figure is that? "
"Maybe the Pope's coffers have been emptied!"
Fuck you!"
Someone next to him immediately retorted. The man had a Wuhun Palace badge on his chest. He was obviously a low-level deacon. At this moment, his face was flushed and veins popped out on his neck. How can you guess how thick it is!"
"I think this is simply a shock!"
"It's just a big offering to the old man, but it's just to show it out."
"At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to see who on this continent is brave enough to dare to touch something of his angelic origin!"
This statement immediately attracted a chorus of echoes.
Compared to the absurd speculation that "Martial Soul Hall is short of money", more people are willing to believe that this is a trap, a well-planned "fishing law enforcement".
Liu Litian is responsible for setting up the stage, and Wuhundian is responsible for singing. In the end, all the unlucky ones who dare to bid will become sacrifices for Wuhundian to establish its power.
"It makes sense... Wuhundian's acting style has always been so domineering."
"Then this Liulitian is really not afraid of death and dares to take this kind of job."
"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten what Liulitian shot last time? The sigh of the God of Black Ice!"
"It's not the first time that something related to gods has been sold. Maybe I've been wearing a pair of pants with Wuhundian for a long time!"
The crowd was talking about it, and each guess was more and more outrageous.
They imagined Liulitian and Wuhundian as some kind of behind-the-scenes alliance, but completely ignored one of the most basic facts - a treasure can only have one owner.
Of course, there are also thoughtful people who noticed something was wrong.
"Do you think... is there a possibility,"
In a corner, an old voice sounded faintly,
"This angel soul bone was not entrusted for auction by Wuhun Hall at all. But...Liu Litian "took" it from Wuhun Hall?"
He said the word "take" in a meaningful way.
The surroundings were silent for a moment, and several eyes were directed at him. Their eyes were full of fear, as if they were looking at a madman.
"Too long?"
A flash of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He did not argue anymore, but slowly shook his head and turned his gaze back to the auction house, which became increasingly unpredictable in the dusk.
Yeah, who can take away such an important thing from the Wuhun Palace, from under the nose of the ninety-ninth-level great priest?
This is impossible.
But isn't the existence of Liulitian itself just a series of "impossible" collections?
Just when everyone had different thoughts and speculations, two tiny spots of light suddenly lit up on the western skyline.
At first, no one noticed them. The light was too weak, like two stars that went to work early.
But soon, someone discovered something unusual.
"Look! What is that!"
A cry of surprise cut through the noise.
Countless eyes were cast towards the sky.
Those two light spots are approaching rapidly at an extraordinary speed!
They are not flying, but more like shuttling and jumping in space!
One second it was on the horizon, the next second it had crossed a long distance and appeared in the sky above Soto City!
A powerful sense of oppression, like an invisible tide, rushing down from the sky.
The crowd on the ground fell silent instantly, and everyone felt a tremor coming from the depths of their souls.
Some soul masters with lower cultivation levels even had their legs weak and almost fell to their knees.
"It's...it's a Titled Douluo!"
"What a fast speed! It's coming with bad intentions!"
Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, one of the light spots suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the light spot... exploded without any warning!
It is not the roar of an explosion, but the ultimate blooming of light.
The bright, sacred, and domineering golden light is like a sun born out of thin air over Soto City!
There is only a golden torrent left between heaven and earth. The rays of light were overwhelming, completely swallowing up the afterglow of the setting sun in an instant, and shrouding the entire city in a sacred and majestic golden kingdom.
At the center of the light, a figure is rapidly expanding and changing.
A pair of wings!
Two pairs of wings!
Three pairs of wings!
Six huge golden wings composed of the purest light elements spread out boldly, covering half of the sky.
Under the wings, a golden angel statue tens of meters high slowly condensed and took shape.
His face is majestic and cold, and he holds a holy sword burning with golden flames in his hand.
Martial Spirit True Form, Seraphim!
somebody on the ground let out a groan that was a mixture of extreme fear and fanatical worship.
At this moment, even the dullest person can understand who is coming.
In the entire Douluo Continent, there is only one person who possesses the Seraph Martial Spirit and can release such divine power that can destroy the heaven and earth!
The great enshrinement of Wuhun Hall, the ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, known as the "Invincible in the Sky" - Qian Daoliu!
He actually came in person!
And as soon as he came up, without any extra words, he directly activated the martial soul's true form!
That divine coercion that towers over all living beings is like billions of physical mountains, pressing hard on the soul of every living being in Soto City.
Countless people could no longer stand in front of this force. They fell to their knees in groups, their bodies shaking like chaff, and they did not even dare to raise their heads.
They finally understood.
What kind of cooperation, what kind of trap, what kind of lack of money in Wuhun Palace...it's all bullshit!
This piece of angel god's inherited soul bone is afraid that its true form will be taken away... No, it was stolen!
And now, the real owner has come to the door!
The golden angel's head slowly lowered, and his indifferent golden eyes accurately locked onto the Liulitian Auction House below, which remained motionless in the divine light.
The next moment, a roar of thunder seemed to come from the Nine Heavens God Realm, mixed with endless humiliation and rage, and exploded!
log through through through the sky and the earth , causing the entire Soto City to buzz , and the window glass of countless buildings shattered into powder .
!!」 !!』
That voice contained the overwhelming anger of a ninety-ninth-level peerless Douluo!