It was another half a day before the gate of this palace was slowly closed.

Luo Fan already knew that this meant that this true treasure ceremony was about to begin.

At this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air on a platform larger than usual in the center of the hall.

This figure is a world of difference compared to the completely ordinary and all extraordinary things that are completely suppressed by all the creatures present.

Although there was no breath, the unspeakable charm made anyone know at the first time when they saw the figure that this figure was an existence that was enough to crush them to death! That high-ranking, eternal and noble temperament showed the extraordinary nature of his society to all living beings in the world!

In an instant, Luo Fan knew that this person must be the ninth-level pseudo-saint, He Zun!

Only the existence of the ninth level pseudo-saint level can be so powerful, and only the existence of the closest state of cultivation to the saint can make everyone feel such an inexplicable feeling by relying on their temperament.

"The span of the realm of the ninth level pseudo-saint is too big..." Luo Fan sighed.

As for the eighth level pseudo-saint he had seen, any one of them was completely different from the nineth level pseudo-saint! He is now a three-level pseudo-saint, but he is not afraid of the sixth level pseudo-saint. He can also be sure to escape when facing the seventh level pseudo-saint. Even when facing the eighth level pseudo-saint, he also has the idea of ​​creating various special environments to escape ascend to heaven. However, when facing the nineth level pseudo-saint, he has no such idea at all. He knows clearly that he is just an ant in front of the nineth level pseudo-saint! At least, among all the nineth level pseudo-saints he saw, almost any of them are so powerful that he cannot have any confrontation.

The reason for this is of course not that the gap between the eighth-level pseudo-saint and the nineth-level pseudo-saint is really huge.

In fact, the gap between the eighth-level pseudo-saint and the ninth-level pseudo-saint is also quite different from the second-level pseudo-saint and the third-level pseudo-saint. If you have to quantify it, it will be only a few hundred times the gap.

Although this is already a huge gap, it can still be accepted by Luo Fan. For him, increasing such a number of multiples is not enough to make him completely desperate.

But, how could the span of the ninth level pseudo-saint is beyond imagination.

From a level nine pseudo-saint to enter the holy realm and become a saint, this will be improved many tens of thousands of times! Which level nine pseudo-saint Luo Fan has always encountered has not been practiced for countless millions of years? Which of them has not been achieved as a level nine pseudo-saint before a long period of time?

With such existences, their pursuit of sainthood has not stopped. The improvement of their strength will naturally not stop.

In this case, and the realm of the ninth-level pseudo-saint has an almost infinite span, it is natural that their improvement can be imagined.

In other words, it can be said that the existences of the ninth level pseudo-saints that Luo Fan encountered were not just simple ninth level pseudo-saints, but had been practicing in the realm of the ninth level pseudo-saints for endless years. They may even have taken several steps again and are already very close to the holy realm.

Such an existence is naturally countless times stronger than the eighth level pseudo-saint. For Luo Fan, the pressure is naturally greater than imagined.

Luo Fan didn't think about this clearly at first. At this time, he saw the imaginatively powerful He Zun in front of him, and these thoughts emerged from his heart, and instantly made him grasp the truth.

"What a pity... If such a level nine pseudo-saint could obtain a primitive world, he might soon become a saint in the Demon Realm..." Luo Fan sighed.

Each of these nine-level pseudo-saints has almost reached the end of their path of cultivation. The distance from becoming a saint is perhaps only one opportunity and a key.

Thinking of this, Luo Fan became more and more worried. He was worried about whether the existence of the primitive world he had would be used by He Zungan, and whether it would cause He Zun's madness.

Na He Zun glanced across the entire Chen Palace at a glance. At this moment, everyone seemed to be oppressed by a terrifying world, and everyone's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fortunately, He Zun quickly turned his attention, otherwise most people might lose their composure.

"Huh?" Suddenly, He Zun let out a light whisper and turned his eyes to the same direction.

This direction is the direction where Luo Fan is.

When he was stared at this gaze, Luo Fan suddenly felt a sense of irritability, almost thrilling. He was almost certain that this was clearly a special aura that He Zun sensed on him! He just didn't know how many things He Zun sensed, and whether he really discovered the primitive world that he had hidden.

A trace of doubt flashed in Hezun's eyes.

However, he did not take any action, and it seemed that he did not feel clearly. His eyes quickly changed and turned around the other side.

After a glance at the place, He Zun said: "This treasure conference begins now. This treasure conference is still the same rule. Any fellow Taoist can bring up the treasure for everyone to evaluate and exchange it with others. Once no fellow Taoist has any treasures for ten consecutive days, or the time has been over, I will take out a treasure to end this treasure conference."

This rule is exactly the same as the previous few times, but there is nothing to say.

After talking to Zun, he smiled slightly, nodded to everyone present, and his body slowly dissipated, as if he had never appeared before.

However, everyone present knew that He Zun did not leave, but was just hiding. Everything that happened in the palace was in his eyes, without any omission.

"This time Senior He Zun seemed a little anxious. He would have taught the Dharma before..." After He Zun's body disappeared, he said this.

He is a disciple of the saint, and although he is a disciple, his identities are different. Even though he knew that He Zun was watching the scene, he said such words without much scruple.

When Luo Fan heard this, he said to himself that it would be better to have a backer, and then asked, "Is that so? Isn't it like this every time?"

"Of course not. In the past, I could preach at least for at least a month. The reason why this treasure ceremony attracted so many people was not entirely because I could exchange the treasures they needed here. A large part of the reason was because Senior He Zun preached for a while at the beginning. I didn't expect Senior He Zun to be not free this time. I think many fellow practitioners would be disappointed." The Taoist man in the sad world smiled.

When Luo Fan heard this, he suddenly realized. He also knew why the people of the world were so active that they wanted to attend this treasure ceremony themselves. It turned out that they wanted to share the opportunity to listen to the preaching of the ninth level pseudo-saints...

Although he was secretly grateful in his heart, he didn't want to say much on the surface.

The Taoist who is sad in the world can comment like this because he has a backer, but he has no backer, so he naturally doesn’t talk much. Didn’t he see that even the Taoist who is divine turtle dare not touch at this time?

While speaking, a monk had already arrived at the platform where He Zun was staying. He held a treasure that looked like a pagoda in his hand and talked endlessly there.

The treasure seemed to be unsealed on the platform, and began to emit an unparalleled aura, filling the entire palace. Of course, although this aura was powerful, it did not have a negative impact on any monk on any platform. It seemed that these platforms themselves had the ability to defend the breath, which made the monks on this platform clearly feel that this aura was extremely powerful, but it would not be as uncomfortable as if they were encountered an aura that exceeded their ability to bear it.

"Sure enough, the level is much higher than the auction hall. At the beginning, it was the eighth level pseudo-saint treasure..." Luo Fan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Haha, fellow Taoist misunderstood. This is actually a precious treasure in the treasure discussion conference. Usually, the treasures at the level 5 and 6 pseudo-saint treasure are the most common, and the treasures at the level 7 and 8 pseudo-saint treasures are still quite rare..." This is, the Taoist Divine Turtle smiled.

"That's true." The Taoist of Sad World also smiled.

When Luo Fan heard this, he couldn't help laughing, but he knew that he had taken it for granted... But thinking about it, if it was really something at the level of eight-level fake saint treasure, why did the Taoist people in the world who had to tell me about the fact that the ninth-level fake saint treasure appeared at the treasure ceremony?

Since it is a treasure ceremony, it is no longer just a "chiluo" transaction like an auction.

After the monk who was not strong and weak introduced his pagoda-shaped magic weapon, a monk first praised the magic weapon for his wonderful use, and then raised some difficult problems and asked the monk how to solve the problem encountered by this magic weapon...

If the monk could solve most problems, he would not hide it. He would not hide it. He said that he could not solve it and asked everyone present for advice.

After such questions and answers, a monk went up to the platform, took out a magic weapon that looked like a mirror, and introduced it next to the pagoda, wanting to exchange the eighth-level pseudo-saint treasure with the original monk.

"It turned out to be him, but he was also moved. However, this magic weapon for suppression is indeed quite useful." Taoist Divine Turtle couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the monk who went up later.

"Oh, fellow Taoist Divine Turtle knows that fellow Taoist?" Luo Fan said in surprise.

"This is the Taoist of Medicine Fire, a powerful man of the seventh level of pseudo-saint level. Before he broke through, he had been in contact with me for a period of time." Taoist of God Turtle said.

Looking at his expression, he was obviously a little sad. This made Luo Fan know in an instant that he and the Yaohuo Taoist were probably not that simple. At least, in the past day, many people came to say hello, and the God Turtle Taoist also came to many people to say hello, but there was no Yaohuo Taoist among them! No matter whether he was here to say hello or he went to say hello!

If there is no deeper secret in this, it is impossible to say anything. However, these have nothing to do with Luo Fan. Since the Taoist Divine Turtle did not say it, he naturally wouldn't ask too much. Therefore, although he had thoughts in his heart, he just smiled and nodded.

The magic weapon in the hands of the Yaohuo Taoist man was a level 8 pseudo-saint treasure, with water rippling on it, as if he had a world made of water.

According to the Taoist Taoist of Medicine, he accidentally obtained this magic weapon. However, because it was not consistent with his own way of practice, he was secretly thrown into the pearl. He had been lying there for tens of thousands of years and had been moldy. This time he took it out, he wanted to exchange the tower-shaped magic weapon and obtain the method of sacrifice and refining the tower-shaped magic weapon.

The owner of the tower-shaped magic weapon seemed quite interested in the mirror-shaped magic weapon. After everyone commented and explored it, he finally agreed to the exchange.

The two of them took each other's magic weapon, left the platform, and returned to their original location.

Half a day passed in this transaction.

Although the entire transaction had nothing to do with Luo Fan, he did not feel bored or bored. Instead, he was quite interesting to see. The comments from many monks about the two magic weapons. The various problems that were bound to exist in the two magic weapons that seemed so wonderful, and the various solutions to these problems all made Luo Fan feel very rewarding.

It was the first time he had participated in such a thing. Any argument raised by any monk opened up a new world before him, allowing him to look at something he was familiar with from a direction he had never thought of before. When the transaction was completed, he still felt unfulfilled.

"Thank you for bringing me to this treasure ceremony. If I have never been here, I am afraid I will miss a good opportunity." Luo Fan sighed and said to the Taoist Taoist of the Divine Turtle and the Taoist of the World.

They were naturally humble.

After one transaction, another transaction did not start immediately, which is different from the situation in the auction hall. After the transaction, the monks in this hall were still talking, as if they were talking about who suffered the loss in the transaction just now, and they were talking about what they had learned from that...

After waiting for a long time, another monk came forward and took out his treasure.

Sure enough, compared with the eighth-level pseudo-saint treasure that appeared before, the magic weapon that appeared this time was only a fifth-level pseudo-saint level, which was completely different from Luo Fan's initial guess.

"This is normal..." Luo Fan sighed and went to this treasure discussion conference.

Compared to the previous eight-level pseudo-saint treasure, this time the discussion is even more lively. The reason is very simple. Although the eight-level pseudo-saint treasure is mysterious, not everyone is qualified to participate in the discussion. If you do not have enough understanding of the eight-level pseudo-saint treasure, if you have not reached the level of being able to sense the eight-level pseudo-saint treasure, then participating in the discussion is just to bring shame on yourself and reveal your uglyness.

But these five-level pseudo-saint treasures are different. Even the second- and third-level pseudo-saints can express some opinions on this and raise some meaningful doubts. Obviously, among so many monks present, there are still more monks of this level...

This time, the five-level pseudo-saint treasures were not exchanged. After a few days of discussion, the monk took his five-level pseudo-saint treasures back to his platform. However, although he did not exchange them, the monk was not depressed or discouraged. Instead, he was quite happy and seemed to have gained a lot. This was the case. When they took out their magic weapon, they actually didn't have to abandon that magic weapon, but they took it out, and they would not have to do anything bad. They wanted to concentrate on their ideas and provide some ideas for their next step of refining magic weapons, or provide some inspiration for their next step of practice...

In this way, this treasure ceremony is in full swing.

Every few days, a monk brings his treasures to the front. There are more magic weapons, but there are also some strange things, such as strange magic weapons fragments, such as what has been developed for a long enough time, developing in a world of extremely special civilizations, or simply some magical powers and magic...

These many treasures, both successful and failed, are each half-half. There is no more than more successful transactions, nor is there less than less than if the transactions are not successful.

Luo Fan was very interested in such a treasure ceremony. He listened to the many monks expressing their different views on the same treasure from their different perspectives, watching them argue again and again, listening to their wisdom, their insights collided, bursting with brilliant colors, and only felt that their horizons were wide open. However, his self-feeling understanding of the practice system of the demon world became deeper and deeper.

After half a year like this.

One day, Luo Fan suddenly felt a sudden movement in his heart and felt a strange connection connected with him through some extremely mysterious mechanism.

An inexplicable message was conveyed to his heart through this connection.

"Huh? Is this, Hu Yun?" He moved his heart and suddenly understood what this connection was. After analyzing the breath, his face changed.

He stood up and said to the sad Taoist man: "Fellow Taoist, something happened to one of my friends, but I have to leave first."

"What happened to a friend of fellow Taoist? Since that's the case, I'll go with fellow Taoist. Maybe I can help you with some small help." said the Taoist man in the sad world.

"No need. I can deal with this. If there are too many people, it will be a little trouble." Luo Fan just shook his head and said.
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