Chapter 53: Chapter Fifty-Two: Wordless Heavenly Book

Meng Su was stunned by Gongzi Jiao's financial resources. In a short while, two million two hundred thousand Gathering Spirit Pills were gone.

Gongzi Jiao in the private room was almost crying. He auctioned a demon beast that was of no use to him.

Slowly, the auction came to an end. The host introduced the finale item—a book.

The host began to brag.

"This is a Wordless Heavenly Book. The pages are made of demon beast skin. Originally, there were words on this Heavenly Book, but the words disappeared a thousand years ago. What is recorded on it is either a high-level Demon Scripture or a treasure map. As long as any Demon Cultivator who understands runes restores it through runes, they can obtain treasures or Demon Scriptures. The origin of this book is mysterious, and it has been circulating among various large sects for thousands of years. Now the owner is in urgent need of Gathering Spirit Pills, so he took it out for auction. Everyone passing by, don't miss it. Starting price: one million Gathering Spirit Pills."

"Hiss." The cultivators below gasped.

This price was simply an astronomical figure. How many Demon Cultivators could afford to bid?

Meng Su scanned the strange book with his divine sense. It actually emitted bursts of Demon Power, but this Demon Power was not the common Demon Power in the Demon Realm. He didn't know which corner of the Demon Realm this sect cultivated this Demon Power. Because the Demon Realm is huge, there are still many unknown areas. So there are some strange Demon Sects, and the concepts of many Demon Sects are completely different from the Demon Capital. The Demon Capital calls these Demon Cultivators Evil Demons. This book should come from the hands of Evil Demons.

The pages are not made of any demon beast skin, but human skin. Strictly speaking, it is the skin of a Demon Cultivator, and the cultivation of this Demon Cultivator has reached an unimaginable level, at least at the Demon Venerable or even Demon Immortal level. A burst of pressure directly crushed Meng Su's divine sense into powder. Meng Su's brow hurt. Blood dripped from the vertical eye on his brow.

Meng Su, who was hit like a heavy hammer, staggered and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This book is definitely not simple. Restrictions should have been added to it, otherwise, the pressure formed by the human skin on it would have killed all the Demon Cultivators present.

Meng Su steadied himself.

Because the price was too high, no one raised a sign.

Meng Su tried to make a bid: one million.

The host shouted: "One million once, one million twice, one million..."

Gongzi Jiao opposite wanted to raise the price again, but he was afraid that Meng Su would give up again, so he would have auctioned two items that were useless to him. He hesitated for a while. The host hammered: "One million three times, sold."

Although Meng Su didn't know what this book was for or what magical places it had, judging from the material of the book, this book was definitely not simple, so Meng Su prepared to auction it back and study it carefully.

After all the auction items were auctioned, the host spoke: "Thank you very much for your enthusiastic bidding. Please go to the backstage to pay the Gathering Spirit Pills and take back your treasures. If you give up, you will be blacklisted by our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion and will never be able to participate in any auction of our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion again."

"Never be able to participate in any auction of our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion again..."

"Never be able to participate in any auction of our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion again..."

The tail end of the host's speech echoed in Meng Su's mind three times. Meng Su was shocked: "Not good." He hurriedly opened all his thought power, and this thought power formed a thought power barrier to wrap himself in the middle. At the same time, the Reincarnation Seed flew out of his body, the black and white lotus closed, and wrapped Meng Su in the flower.

A powerful mental force formed shock waves, freezing all the cultivators present on the spot. This mental force was domineering, powerful, directly changed space, imprisoned the surrounding space, changed time, and froze time at that moment, so the host's last sentence would repeat continuously.

Because Meng Su also cultivated mental force and his thought power was powerful, he could hear that time had stopped, while other cultivators had no feeling at all. Meng Su looked at the maid and Dongfang Mao beside him standing still in a strange posture. His heart was pounding. What kind of great power was this? Meng Su had only discovered such great power on the Lord of Reincarnation. But the Lord of Reincarnation was at the Demon Venerable stage. Could it be that a Demon Venerable had descended to the scene?

An old voice sounded in the auction hall: "You've come? Ye Hong."

Meng Su saw the void above the auction hall bulge inexplicably, as if something was about to walk out from that void. Sure enough, that bulging space shattered like a bubble, and a middle-aged man appeared in the void. The middle-aged man was dressed in blood-red clothes without any patterns, his face was red as blood, his eyes were like copper bells, his eyes were pitch black, and he was bald. His arms were extremely long, reaching past his knees. His fingers were like claws.

There was a round eye on the middle-aged man's brow, and the eyeball inside turned around. Following the rotation of that strange eyeball, a powerful mental force swept across the entire auction hall like a shock wave. Under this powerful mental force, hundreds of cultivators sitting in the front instantly turned into fly ash.

Immediately, a gentle tension wrapped the remaining cultivators, and that mental force seemed to hit a soft shield. It could no longer ravage. Clearly, the old man who had just spoken had taken action.

A black dot appeared in the void, the black dot magnified, and an old man dressed in black with white hair appeared in the auction hall. The old man was old in appearance. His eyes were lowered, and occasionally opened, emitting bursts of essence.

"Wei Cang, you are old. You used our clan's supreme treasure as bait to lure me out. Are you sure you can keep me? It's not certain who is the bait." The red-clothed man said.

The old man was named Wei Cang.

Wei Cang sighed: "Do you really think the Demon Venerable is dead? That no one in our Demon Realm can control you? You must know that the Holy Mother is about to advance. Once she advances to Venerable, she will sweep away your clan. Can't we live together in peace?"

Ye Hong: "You falsely call yourselves the Demon Race, but you are just low-level human cultivators. Only we are the orthodox Demon Race. When the Demon Lord was here, we were subdued. The Demon Lord is dead. Your Demon Realm should also change masters. Your so-called Holy Mother, she cannot advance, and now she cannot protect herself. Your so-called Demon Venerable, has not appeared for thousands of years. You think he is still alive? Don't dream. Today, I must take back the Void Demon Scripture. If you block me, I will start a massacre."

Wei Cang pointed at the Wordless Heavenly Book, and the Heavenly Book flew into the high sky and began to turn pages automatically.

Wei Cang glanced at VIP Room No. 1 where Meng Su was and said: "Watch carefully, this is the opportunity I left for you. Do not fail my expectations."

After speaking, Wei Cang's figure appeared illusory and blurred. Finally, he disappeared. His whole body turned into a huge finger. That finger broke through the space barrier set by Ye Hong, broke free from the cage of time, and pointed directly at Ye Hong's brow. A powerful murderous intent locked onto Ye Hong.

Ye Hong roared, and a powerful mental force flew rapidly with Ye Hong as the center, shattering Wei Cang's murderous intent and breaking free from Wei Cang's lock. But Wei Cang's finger divine ability had already arrived.

Ye Hong crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his hands were turned into blood mist under Wei Cang's index finger. The finger continued to advance. Ye Hong lowered his head and welcomed Wei Cang's finger with his head. Two black horns grew rapidly on Ye Hong's head. Black lightning flashed between the two horns. Those two horns pressed against Wei Cang's finger.

The black horns turned into fly ash under the clicking of the finger, and the finger also slowly dissipated under the stabbing of the horns. ===== CHAPTER 54 =====