The crowd was silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Old Man Wuling, you are so lucky!"

"Is this token... the peerless treasure you mentioned?"

The seven tribulations were all laughing.

Generally speaking, no matter how bad luck is, if you can't fall into a robbery weapon, you can still fall into a magic weapon. But this old man Wu Ling fell into a piece of completely useless garbage, which is simply unlucky!

"Old Wuling, I see that your face is quite dark. Have you not washed it for a long time?"

Among the crowd, there were seven kalpas to joke.

In an instant, there was another burst of laughter in all directions.

Even the Taoist Lord of Spirit Treasure had a strange look on his face.

"This luck... is really not bad!" He murmured to himself, sympathizing with the Martial Spirit God.

The God of Wuling stood there, his face turned blue and white, which was extremely wonderful.

"Oh shit!"

After a long time, a scolding popped up from his gritted teeth.

"It must be because of that brat, this is a broom star!"

He hated Tang Hao again, thinking that it must have been because of the glance just now that he lost all his luck.

He turned around and glared at Tang Hao fiercely, then he waved his sleeves angrily, returned to his seat with a blue face, and stopped picking up the token in the basin.

There was another burst of jokes and laughter in the crowd.

"I'm also blamed?"

Tang Hao sat there with an innocent look on his face.

"This first fall is indeed a bit surprising! However, this is also normal. After all, the fortune is in flux and none of us can guess it."

The Taoist Master Lingbao smiled, picked up the token from the basin, handed it to an elder standing beside him, and then looked around.

"Who is willing to come up next?"

He shouted loudly to the four sides.

"I'll do it!"

This time, there was a response soon.

In a corner of the square, an old man in black robe stood up.

"It's the lord of the Song clan!"

It's humane in the crowd.

"For this second defeat, let Mr. Song come! I think no matter how bad my luck is, I can't be worse than Old Wu Ling!"

Lord Song laughed and walked up.

When he arrived at the treasure pot, he did not forget to glance at Wushen Mountain and joked.

The face of Wuling God finally calmed down and turned pale again.

"Song clan..."

Tang Hao looked at the Song Lord and showed a deep thought.

He had a deep impression of this Song clan. The famous tribe that was famous in ancient times. When he first entered Pangu and came to Moxing Mountain, he heard about the reputation of the Song clan. Later, he encountered it at the auction where the Pig Killing Knife was auctioned.

The Song Master took a deep breath and slowly placed his hand on the plate.

The treasure trove shook, and another ray of divine light soared into the sky.

After a strange phenomenon, ripples appeared in the void above, and then a ball of things fell down and smashed into the basin with a thump.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it.

This is not a treasure, it is clearly a corpse.

"this……"

The Song Lord was also stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face.

He never expected that the treasure fell, but a corpse fell instead.

"What this treasure pot can fall must have a little cause and effect on me. Could it be... which ancestor died in battle?"

Lord Song thought about it and became excited.

Retrieving the corpse of an ancestor is much more meaningful than the six or seven kalpas that have fallen into!

"You can't be wrong! This is really my ancestor of the Song clan! He was also a seven-tribulation powerhouse during his lifetime!"

After checking, Master Song said excitedly.

"It's rare to fall into a corpse! It's actually seven kalpas. Look, the corpse is well preserved, and the ring on your hand is still there, maybe there is a peerless treasure inside!"

"This Song Lord is so lucky! He not only found the corpses of his ancestors, but also obtained a batch of ancestral relics!"

Everyone was a little envious.

"Oh shit!"

The Wuling God cursed again, feeling very uncomfortable.

Why do you fall into a useless piece of garbage by yourself? And this old man from the Song clan can fall into such a good thing? It's too unfair.

"Congratulations!"

Lord Lingbao congratulated Lord Song.

"Song also wants to thank the Taoist Lord for letting my Song clan find the remains of our ancestors!"

Lord Song bowed deeply, thanked him, and then solemnly put away the corpse and returned to his seat.

"It can even fall into the corpse!"

Tang Hao murmured, looking surprised.

"There are also occasionally, but it's rare!" said Mr. Li, who was standing beside him, "In fact, in this treasure ceremony, not only are there various robbery weapons, but also many strange things."

"That's right!" Tang Hao nodded after hearing this.

After the Song clan, it was the Lin clan who fell into a treasure mirror of seven disasters.

Then, the clan lords kept coming forward, and from time to time, things fell down from time to time. Most of them were robbery weapons, which were quite ancient. As for the quality, they ranged from one to seven kalpas. Some were well preserved, while others were decayed and broken.

There are also some techniques with different materials, some are paper, some are leather, and some are simply a jade slip.

The only similarity is that they are all a bit shabby.

In addition to robbery weapons and skills, there will also be some array flags, array plates, or bottles of ancient pills.

When you open the pill bottle, you will sometimes be surprised. When you find a few intact ancient pills, it will cause a stir, and sometimes it will be disappointed. Tens of thousands of years have passed, many ancient pills have decayed, and the medicine has dissipated, becoming a waste pill.

Many of the treasures that can be fallen into depends on identity.

There are many clan lords present, as well as many celebrities with alchemy, formation, and weapon. Those clan lords are more likely to fall into some of the relics of their ancestors in this group, while those celebrities are mostly related to the path they are proficient in.

Soon, even though thousands of people passed by, many good treasures appeared, including several imperial weapons, and many ancient pills that had long been lost, all caused a sensation.

"Next, who will try it?"

The Lord of Lingbao shouted routinely to the four directions.

"I'll do it!"

A loud shout rang out in the crowd.

When Tang Hao heard this, he was stunned, and then his face became a little strange.

He was so familiar with this sound.

"Hmm? Isn't this the boy of the Liu clan?"

"It's that hateful black tiger thief!"

There was a burst of curses among the crowds from all directions, and many hatred eyes swept over, wishing to skin the black tiger thief.

Many of these people suffer deeply, and some belong to hundreds of races.

If it weren't for this black tiger thief who secretly colluded with the Tang surnamed, how could they have failed repeatedly?

Liu Heihu has long been accustomed to these gazes.

He stood up lazily and swept around, looking like you could do anything to me, and then he walked forward carelessly and stood in front of the treasure pot.

"Heavenly Lingling, earthly Lingling! The ancestor bless me!"

He folded his hands together, bowed to the sky, and then placed it on the treasure pot.

After a strange phenomenon, a huge mass of things fell from the ripples in the sky and fell into the basin with a plunge.

This thing was too big to fit the treasure pot, so it rolled to the ground.

When everyone saw it, they were all stunned and showed doubt.

"What's this?"
Chapter completed!