Chapter 61: Twelve Capital Heaven Demon Array

"Try dripping blood to claim ownership!"

Su Zhangqing did not hesitate in the slightest; he slashed his right hand, and a stream of vital blood surged out like a water arrow, landing upon the small black flag.

Hum! The next instant, the small black flag suddenly shone with a bright black light, and a booming sound rang out incessantly.

"It's reacting!"

A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Su Zhangqing's face.

He saw the small black flag emit a burst of dark light, and accompanied by a booming sound, it directly transformed into a black flag about a zhang in size.

Runes circled above the black flag as it hovered in the void.

The next moment, the runes on this small black flag seemed to gain sentience, surging wildly toward Su Zhangqing.

"Hm?"

After seeing such a scene, Su Zhangqing's expression changed abruptly; he immediately wanted to block these black runes, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, these runes surged directly into Su Zhangqing's brow.

Su Zhangqing's expression jolted, and his entire being fell into a mystical state.

Within his sea of consciousness, Su Zhangqing saw a truly shocking scene.

He saw an ancient battlefield where the sounds of battle cries were endless; the creatures fighting included humans, beasts, and some unknown entities.

Every second, living beings fell on the spot; the entire battlefield was like a giant meat grinder.

Just at this moment, twelve pitch-black demon flags appeared in the void.

Each demon flag was a thousand zhang in size, and blood-red runes circled above them, their immensely powerful pressure shaking the void.

The twelve giant demon flags joined together, transforming into a colossal Yin Yang Demon Disk.

The giant demon disk rotated above the battlefield, and wherever it passed, tens of thousands of living beings fell on the spot.

Such a scene continued for a long time.

"Boom!"

Until a certain moment, the void suddenly split open, and a giant palm reached out from within.

Following the appearance of this palm, the void itself grew dark.

The next instant! The giant palm slammed down fiercely from the void.

The giant Yin Yang Demon Disk let out a mournful sound, powerful spiritual energy surged outward, and cracks appeared upon the disk.

Finally, at a certain moment, it vanished into the void.

And just at this moment, Su Zhangqing's eyes opened slightly, a flash of brilliance flickering across them.

"Ding-dong, congratulations to the host for triggering Against-Heaven Comprehension, observing the Yin Yang Demon Disk, and comprehending the complete version of the Twelve Capital Heaven Demon Array."

"What a formidable Twelve Capital Heaven Demon Array!"

Su Zhangqing's face was full of wonder.

This Heaven Demon Flag is at least at the Spirit Treasure level; if one collects the complete Twelve Dutian Demon Flags, it would be enough to roam the cultivation world, and even if the enemy is several realms higher than oneself, one would still have the power to fight.

However, the Heaven Demon Flag in Su Zhangqing's hands is currently incomplete, only at the Dharma Treasure level; fortunately, Su Zhangqing has just comprehended this Twelve Capital Heaven Demon Array, so it is not impossible for the Heaven Demon Flag to recover, it just requires some special Spirit Materials.

It is only because Su Zhangqing possesses the Heaven-Covering Scripture, a powerful cultivation method, that his magic power is so pure; if it were anyone else, wanting to activate the Heaven Demon Flag would be nothing but a pipe dream.

"To be able to obtain such a formidable Heaven Demon Flag, spending some time is worth it."

Su Zhangqing's face was full of joy.

The next dozen days were calm and peaceful, and soon, the Tiannan Auction was finally held as scheduled, amidst the anticipation of the masses. Of course, this time, not just anyone could enter, otherwise the venue would not be able to hold them.

Needless to say, the ticket price was ridiculously expensive, requiring one thousand Spirit Stones; some low-level Qi Refining cultivators could buy a decent Magic Tool for that amount.

Of course, not just anyone could attend the Tiannan Auction; one had to be at least at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The Tiannan Auction was truly worthy of being a grand event rarely seen in decades.

However, sighs aside, as a Golden Core cultivator, Su Zhangqing naturally had the qualifications to attend, and without the slightest hesitation, he headed toward the Market of Xuanyuan City.

Outside the entrance to the trading event stood over a dozen guards, and the leader was actually at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

An existence of this level could be an elder of a faction elsewhere, but here they were being used for a menial task, sent to maintain order and stand guard; from this, one could see how extraordinary this auction was.

Of course, it was not for show, but because it had to be done.

An auction must appropriately display its strength, otherwise, how could it guarantee the normal proceedings of the auction?

The cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak; if the strength were weak, it would have been looted long ago.

When Su Zhangqing arrived at the city gate, he saw a large circle of cultivators gathered there; taking a rough look, there were about several hundred people, most of whom were at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Although my cultivation has not reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, I have money! I'll offer ten thousand Spirit Stones, let me in!"

Just at this moment, an arrogant voice reached his ears; a smile appeared on the corner of Su Zhangqing's mouth—it seemed these were some spoiled rich kids.

There was nothing strange about this; such situations were not common, but they happened everywhere.

For example, the second-generation cultivators of some powerful sects; such fellows might not have good talent, but that did not affect their arrogance and domineering nature. These people all had a good father or ancestor backing them, and one could say they got whatever they wanted.

From birth, they possessed what many people struggled a lifetime to obtain.

Such spoiled brats were generally more arrogant and domineering than ordinary people, each one looking down their noses at everyone, refusing to submit to anyone.

Ten thousand Spirit Stones were offered as easily as speaking, as if they were just stones by the roadside; truly wasteful to the extreme.

A smile appeared on the corner of Su Zhangqing's mouth, and he walked over to watch the excitement.

The person who arrived was dressed in white and looked to be in his twenties, with an extremely pale complexion, looking as if his body had been hollowed out.

This person was riding a gorgeous mount of an exotic beast; its appearance was like a horse, but it had a pair of snow-white wings on its back, looking incredibly beautiful.

By his side, one on the left and one on the right, two people followed him closely.

One was dressed in black and the other in white; their appearances were very ordinary, the type that would not be easily noticed in a crowd. These two had not-so-weak strength, both having reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. With this kid having two mid-stage Golden Core experts guarding him, it was no wonder he was so arrogant.

Needless to say, this youth's identity was extraordinary, and he must have a large-scale sect or family behind him.

For a moment, these Qi Refining cultivators revealed a look of interest; after all, they were all cultivators with some net worth, yet they had not expected to be unable to even enter the gates of this auction, and naturally, they felt incredibly depressed in their hearts.

At this time, seeing someone step forward, they were naturally overjoyed, and for a time, they all began to watch the spectacle.

If this playboy could really break the rules, then they would have a chance to get in; as time passed, more and more cultivators arrived here, and seeing that there were many people and strength in numbers, some impatient fellows even began to fan the flames from below, shouting and jeering in a cacophony.

"That's right, we have money, why won't you let us in?"

"Exactly, such a rule is clearly a bit unreasonable, why won't you let us in?"

"Not bad, so what if you've reached Foundation Establishment? It's not like I haven't killed one before."

Just at this moment, an old man wearing a black robe with a sinister expression spoke up; his cultivation appeared to be at the peak of Qi Refining, though of course, no one knew if this was true or false.

Seeing so many people supporting him, the playboy sitting on the exotic beast became increasingly smug.

"This master is Jin Buhuan, the Young Sect Master of the Golden Sand Sect; if you are sensible, let me in, otherwise..."

(End of this chapter)