"This "Soul Burial Sutra" is a big story. Since ancient times, many people have obtained this scripture, and none of them are ordinary people."

"The most powerful person is naturally the powerful who dug the immortal tombs, and the others are not bad either. They are all digging countless tombs. The previous generation of scripture holders dug too many tombs and specializes in digging people's ancestral tombs, which aroused public outrage and was killed by many forces."

"And this Sutra of Soul Burial was still missing after the death of the previous generation. Unexpectedly, after thousands of years, this sutra was born again."

The atmosphere in the auction hall was warm and everyone was talking about the "Soul Burial Sutra".

"The finale of this auction is the Ancient Classic Book, with a starting price of 10 million yuan. Each increase must not be less than one million yuan!"

On the stage, Venerable Baoyuan announced loudly.

When his words fell, he burst into a boiling sound.

"One thousand one million!"

"One thousand two million!"

Everyone competed to bid, and the atmosphere became a little fanatical.

The price rose wildly, and in just a blink of an eye, it increased by six times, reaching more than 60 million.

"I'll pay 70 million!"

A low shout came from the VIP seat No. 8.

The Song tribe took action again!

After bidding for the Thousand-Year Dragon Pearl at the beginning, the Song clan has not moved, and now it has finally taken action again.

"Eighty million!"

Someone bid immediately, and one raise will be ten million.

"I'll pay ninety million!"

"One hundred million!"

The Song clan started, and other clans also joined in. The auction entered a white-hot stage, and the prices rose rapidly.

An ancient strange scripture is unwilling to let go of no matter which clan, but for a clan, tens of millions are just a small amount of money.

Tang Hao sat there without taking action.

He knew very well that this auction was just the beginning.

He waited patiently, watching the price keep rising, from 100 million to 200 million, and then to 300 million, and 400 million, it is only a short time.

Those ancient countries were also fighting crazy, and they were crazily bidding at all costs, and prices continued to soar.

"I'll pay a billion!"

In the VIP Room No. 8, the saint of the Song clan shouted, his tone was already a little crazy.

"You robbed the dragon pearl by you before. I won't give you this extraordinary sutra. I will pay 1.1 billion! If you have the seeds, you can follow!" The saint of the Qing clan followed closely.

"Okay! Just follow me, am I still afraid of you!"

The saint of the Song clan angrily snorted and continued to bid, which also raised 100 million yuan.

In their bidding, the price has risen even more crazily. It was still rising by 10 million before, but now it is 100 million.

Many people in the venue smiled bitterly and gave up bidding early.

In terms of financial resources, they are far from comparable to those of these ancient countries, and they can't afford the price of billions.

When the price soared to more than 3 billion, there was obviously less bidding, and the bidding between the Song tribe and the Qing tribe slowed down, and each bidding had to be considered.

This "Soul Burial Sutra" is indeed precious, but at this price, it seems a bit unworthy. After all, this is not a supreme practice method.

"Three hundred and three billion!"

The saint of the Qing clan bid again.

There was no sound in VIP Room No. 8 for a long time.

No one spoke out in the other VIP seats.

A moment later, the saint of the Song clan finally spoke out and bid again, "3.4 billion!"

“Thirty-five!”

The saint of the Qing clan immediately shouted, and he realized that the guy named Song had already started to hesitate. As long as he was stronger, he could take it down as soon as possible.

The saint of the Song clan hesitated again and did not respond for a long time.

"Vice No. 6 has bid 3.5 billion, is there anyone offering a higher price?" On the stage, Venerable Baoyuan looked around and shouted loudly.

For a moment, no one answered.

"Three hundred and five billion! It's almost done!"

"It seems that this book of strange scriptures belongs to the Qing clan!"

Everyone whispered.

They all understood that the auction was about to end, with a high price of 3.5 billion yuan, who else could compete with the Qing tribe!

Venerable Baoyuan swept around and wanted to speak and announce the result of the auction.

"Wait a moment!"

But at this moment, a low and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the noisy venue, covering the sounds everywhere.

In an instant, the scene was quiet and everyone was stunned.

Because, this voice was not heard from the VIP seat, but in the conference hall.

In this venue, is there anyone who dares to continue bidding?

At that moment, they turned around and looked over. After they saw it clearly, they became more and more shocked.

The person who made a sound was all the impression of the guy who spent 1.05 million to shoot the pig-killing knife before.

"What does this guy want to do?"

"He won't want to bid, right? This is 3.5 billion! He can afford 3.5 billion?"

Everyone was a little confused.

Just this guy doesn't seem to be able to afford 3.5 billion.

"I remember, this guy had a baby before, spending about 10 million yuan. He had bids in total, and only 11 or 2 million yuan was spent!"

"It's only about one thousand, but now it's 3.5 billion!"

Everyone whispered.

From those VIP seats, eyes came out.

In the VIP seat No. 6, there were also eyes protruding out, and the person turned around for a few times, followed by a few sneers.

But they didn't believe that this guy could compete with their Qing tribe.

On the stage, Venerable Baoyuan was also a little surprised. Of course he remembered this guy. He was impressed by taking the sword!

"Fellow Taoist, are you going to bid for the auction?" he said suspiciously.

"What, can't it be!"

Tang Hao smiled casually and slowly stood up under everyone's attention, "I am also very interested in this book of "Soul Burial Sutra"!"

"Huh!"

In an instant, a few sneers came from the VIP Room No. 6.

"Just you can also raise 3.5 billion?"

The people of the Qing clan spoke contemptuously.

Tang Hao looked in his eyes and smiled and said, "I really don't have 3.5 billion crystals!"

"No?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they laughed out loud.

"Without 3.5 billion, why are you still standing up?"

"I'm afraid this guy is not an idiot! Why don't you take pictures without money? Isn't it embarrassing?"

Everyone started to cheer and shouted.

On the stage, Venerable Baoyuan frowned and said, "Fellow Taoist, since you can't afford so much, don't get involved."

Tang Hao smiled and said, "I don't have crystal stones, but I have other better things!"

"Huh?" Venerable Baoyuan immediately showed a look of doubt. Is there any treasure that can match so much of 3.5 billion? I'm afraid this guy is not talking nonsense and is he deliberately making trouble?

"Fellow Taoist, I think you want to use treasures to pay for them, but you have to know that I, Shenbaozhai, don't accept ordinary treasures!"

His face darkened, and his tone became a little unkind.

Even if this guy has some treasures, how many of them can cost so much to 3.5 billion. Moreover, using treasures to counter crystals is quite troublesome. You have to identify them one by one and estimate them one by one.

Therefore, generally speaking, he does not accept it.

There was another burst of laughter around.

This guy is also a weird guy. He actually wants to bid in this way. Even if he can really get a treasure worth 3.5 billion, don’t he know that his opponent is the Qing clan and one of the top clans in the ancient wilderness?
Chapter completed!