Zhuo Wen's eyes moved, but he didn't speak, but looked at Ziwei Xingjun. It is extremely difficult to cultivate in the three extremes. If Zhuo Wen didn't have the pill fire, it is unknown that he can advance to the three extremes, and Ziwei Xingjun may also almost.

Apart from him and Ziwei Xingjun, there are actually people who have cultivated to the three extremes. Obviously, this person is not simple.

"And I also heard from that senior about the specific realm behind the three-pole realm and the cultivation method, but this involves his privacy, so that senior didn't tell me at all." Ziwei Xingjun felt a little regretful typical.

"Do you know who that senior is?" Zhuo Wen asked with a frown.

He is also very curious about the cultivation realm and methods behind the three extremes. Although the three extremes are known to everyone in the eight heavens, but after cultivating to the extreme, they are at most comparable to those in the two extremes of life and death.

Zhuowen's avatar is not a human race, but the blood of the King of Devouring Clan, so after cultivating into the tripolar realm, it will be much more perverted than the general human tripolar realm, but it still becomes the shackles of the avatar's cultivation.

If you can't find the cultivation realm and method after the three extremes, the avatar will remain stagnant, and once Zhuo Wen's deity proves the Tao, he will definitely leave the avatar far behind.

And his avatar will also become tasteless.

"I heard that senior is the ancestor of Shanhe Temple, the second hall in the Hundred Halls of Taiqing Fairyland. He once fought against Taiqing of Huaxia Tianyu, but he was only half a step weaker than Taiqing, and his reputation spread far and wide!"

Speaking of this, Ziwei Xingjun's eyes became mysterious, and he said: "The ancestor of Shanhe once told me that if I can find what he wants in that Wuji Taixu, the cultivation realm behind the three extremes will and methods will be shared with me.�

Taiqing's strength is unfathomable, the ancestor of Shanhe is only half a chip weaker than Taiqing, Zhuo Wen estimated in his heart that the strength of this ancestor of Shanhe should be comparable to that of the middle stage of the two extremes of life and death, and the same level as the master of Wujue Palace in Liuyu Tianyu of.

Although Ziwei Xingjun is also in the three-pole realm, after all, he has only entered the three-pole realm for decades.

Decades ago, Ziwei Xingjun had just survived the twentieth wind disaster, and he could only barely fight against Brahma, but now with decades of precipitation, Ziwei Xingjun's strength is comparable to the peak of enlightenment and death, and the extremes of life and death. There are still some gaps.

Although Ziwei Xingjun witnessed Zhuo Wen defeating Brahma in seconds with one move at the beginning, but decades of progress let Ziwei Xingjun know that the gap between him and Zhuowen is actually not that big.

He estimated in his heart that although his strength was not as good as that of Zhuo Wen, it shouldn't be much worse.

And Patriarch Shanhe is a veteran extreme powerhouse, Ziwei Xingjun's respect for Patriarch Shanhe is obviously much stronger than that of Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen also saw the look in Ziwei Xingjun's eyes, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care too much about it, but asked instead: "Then what does the ancestor of Shanhe want?"

"It is said that it is a kind of insect burning with flames. I have never seen that insect before, so I don't know how to describe it! The ancestor of Shanhe said that as long as I enter the Wuji Taixu, if I see this insect, I can easily recognize it. This bug." Ziwei Xingjun said indifferently.

"Bugs burning with fire?"

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, wasn't what the ancestor of Shanhe said was Zhu Rong's Gu? And it is also the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu.

In Miao Bang's memory, the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu is a burning insect.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, and he didn't tell Ziwei Xingjun about the origin of the Zhu Rong's Gu, but secretly thinking in his heart why the Shanhe Patriarch wanted the Zhu Rong's Gu?

Although he knew that the abnormality of Wuji Taixu might be related to Zhu Rong's Gu, but there should be almost no one in the eight heavens who knew the value of Zhu Rong's Gu, and even if other people caught Zhu Rong's Gu, they didn't know at all. How to deal with Zhu Rong's Gu.

Of course, the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu is not so easy to provoke, even Zhuo Wen himself has no confidence in getting the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu.

"Brother Long, the quota auction is about to begin!"

Ziwei Xingjun's words immediately interrupted Zhuo Wen's thoughts, and then he saw a man also wearing a mask appearing on the high platform in the center.

Although this man is wearing a mask, but from the silver hair protruding from behind it, it is not difficult to guess that this man should be a vicissitudes old man.

The voice of the old man was quite vicissitudes, and it sounded faintly.

"I already know why you are here, and I don't beat around the bush anymore. I only have five places on my body, but there are more than fifty people present, and the bidding for the places is for the highest bidder. In the end, the top five with the highest prices will be Qualified to get the quota in the hand of the old man, starting now."

"The starting price is 500,000 top-grade divine stones, and each increase should not be less than 10,000."

After finishing speaking, the old man stood silently on the high platform, overlooking the surrounding monks.

"510,000!"

"Six hundred thousand!"

...

"three million!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, there were bidding sounds one after another around him, and the price also rose with the tide, and soon rose to five million, which was ten times higher than the auction price.

When the price was raised to 7 million, the voice of raising the price gradually became rarer.

Seven million high-grade divine stones is already a huge sum of money, and ordinary monks who have climbed the sky may not be able to get it all at once, so many monks gave up bidding.

"Ten million high-grade divine stones!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention. JrNovels.com