Chapter 1045 The Ten Thousand Races Conference Opens

Especially after the blood of the Five-Colored Luan Bird Clan began to decline.

The gap in the level of this race's blood became more and more obvious.

This is also the reason why Gu Qinglian has been working in a hurry. In order to get the higher-level monster blood, Gu Qinglian even threw away the dignity of the Dao Realm and knelt down to Lin Yuan.

Fortunately, Gu Qinglian's efforts were worth it.

As long as she gave a bottle of blood to the Five-Colored Luan Bird Clan, she could use two bottles of blood to smoothly transform herself into a higher-level monster.

Moreover, the extra two bottles of blood were a complete surprise.

"Five hundred million!"

"Five hundred and fifty million."

The atmosphere in the auction hall was still hot, and the price increase span had not dropped until now.

With the current price increase span, the transaction price of this bottle of Lingyun Purple Python Blood is likely to exceed the Nine-Colored Phoenix Blood on the first day.

These two are also ancient races that once dominated the Ten Thousand Beasts Domain. It's just that because of the existence of the Purple Python Demon Saint, the former is more famous than the latter.

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In a private room at the corner of the second floor of the auction house, Zheng

A young man in gorgeous clothes from the Yindian Qinghuan Python tribe was standing nervously in front of the glass curtain wall, his hands constantly crossed and clenched, and drops of fine sweat slid down his forehead.

Unconsciously, the young man in gorgeous clothes was partially wet by the dripping sweat.

The price at this time was about to exceed 600 million.

And 600 million red blood crystals were the limit of his fundraising.

For this reason, he had asked people to empty all the accumulation of the tribe for ten thousand years.

When he held 600 million red blood crystals in his hand, he felt that he had already won.

But who knew that the auctioneer's blood source came from the Purple Python Demon Saint of the Lingyun Purple Python tribe.

The heart that had been put down had been pulled up to the throat again.

Click!

Click!

Drops of sweat dripped from the young man's hands.

In a moment, the carpet under the young man's feet was wet.

As the price continued to rise, a thick despair emerged in the eyes of the young man in gorgeous clothes. He staggered and fell directly in front of the chair, unable to get up for a long time.

No matter how hard he tried, the young man's hands could not hold it up.

Feeling the powerlessness from both his body and mind, a tear instantly flowed out, spreading into two curved clear streams.

"Ancestor..."

A weak voice whimpered.

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"Seven hundred and twenty million!"

"Seven hundred and twenty million, is there a higher price?"

"Seven hundred and thirty million."

The price was raised again.

Lin Yuan smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

A moment later, the price of this bottle of Lingyun Purple Python's monster blood was fixed at 780 million.

The auctioneer raised his hammer and the figure who took the monster blood finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The eyes of the other people around him were varied, with regret, jealousy, and fierceness.

If it weren't for the fact that killing was not allowed in Zhongdu.

The person who took the blood was safer than being severely threatened.

Of course, the ban of Zhongdu is limited to Zhongdu. If you don't want to be recorded, the best way is to absorb it during the Ten Thousand Beasts Conference.

Lin Yuan stood up leisurely and prepared to leave the auction house.

Lin Yuan planned to collect his red blood crystal after all the remaining source blood was auctioned off.

The day after tomorrow is the opening day of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

Lin Yuan must be fully prepared to deal with emergencies.

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After that, Lin Yuan's figure appeared in the corridor and walked out of the auction house.

Suddenly, a staggering figure rushed over in panic.

Lin Yuan flashed in an instant and avoided the body that hit him.

When the figure passed by, Lin Yuan heard a faint cry.

As for it, isn't it just that there is not enough money and it was not taken.

Lin Yuan didn't think about it and quickly returned to the inn.

Lin Yuan took off his black robe, concentrated his mind and began to comprehend the power of Tao again.

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Time flies.

Years are silent.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

For two days, Lin Yuan, who had been holding his breath and practicing silently, finally opened his eyes.

At this time, Lin Yuan's eyes were calm and nothing, a thousand years in one glance.

In these two days, his eyes melted into the wind and drifted casually in the Ten Thousand Beasts Domain.

A touch of enlightenment kept surging in his heart.

"Hu——"

Lin Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, stood up, tidied his clothes, opened the door and walked towards the room where the old patriarch and others were.

Today is the opening day of the Ten Thousand Clan Conference.

After a while.

The old patriarch gathered everyone and walked towards the inner city of Zhongdu together.

However, unlike the previous auction house, they were going to the other side of the inner court.

Half an hour later.

Everyone finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

Ten Thousand Beasts Domain, Zhongdu Fighting Arena.

Lin Yuan and his group silently looked at the behemoth in front of them.

This building was as big as an ordinary city. Lin Yuan instantly understood that the Ten Thousand Races Conference was not a fake one. There would really be more than ten thousand demons coming here.

Then, Lin Yuan and his party came to the interior of the Zhongdu Arena.

Unlike the interior of the arena seen in Hu Shi City, there was no blood and flesh here, but only a vast grassland.

Lin Yuan and his party went directly to the seats of the second-class demons and sat down, waiting for the opening of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

Shangguan Zhu and others sat beside Lin Yuan with a smile, and took out some drinks and food from time to time to taste them. It looked like Lin Yuan's spring outing in his previous life.

The woman of the tribe, whose heartache was gradually healed, also had more smiles on her face.

Until now, Lin Yuan didn't know the woman's name.

"Zhu'er, what's her name?"

Lin Yuan sent a message to Shangguanzhu and asked.

Hearing this, Shangguan Zhu rolled his eyes and replied to Lin Yuan.

"Her name is Yun Ling."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan nodded and said nothing.

After a while, the entire fighting arena was already packed.

"Hey, give up your place."

A discordant voice suddenly sounded, and the speaker was a young man with a spiked head.

This person is the youngest talent of the Overlord Star's satin bird clan, and his strength has reached the middle stage of human realm.

"Didn't you hear that? Get out of here."

Seeing that there was no response from the others, the prickly-headed young man's anger instantly surged out. After he stood up, many of his own race gradually came over.

"Who dares to mess with my Overlord Star Satin Bird Clan?"

"Brother Lan, let me help you teach them a lesson."

Behind the thorn-headed young man, several minions stood in the fire path.

However, Lin Yuan and others still ignored it.

At the Ten Thousand Races Conference, private actions are not allowed. Although these people cheered, they were just talking.

"Fuck you."

Seeing that several people were still ignoring him, the spiky-headed young man roared angrily.

"A few low-level demon clansmen will drink wine as a penalty if they don't eat the toast."

"Crap, trash!"

Although Lin Yuan and the others could ignore him and swordsmanship on the side,

But Lin Yuan couldn't stand it anymore as he kept provoking.

He immediately walked slowly towards the prickly haired young man.

When the prickly-headed young man saw that someone had finally taken the bait, his eyes suddenly narrowed with a hint of pride in his eyes.