Chapter 833 (1/2)

Ye Changkong stands in the center of the auction table. In front of him, stands a stone platform, on which is suspended a scepter.

It's a scepter rather than an ancient wood. It's three feet long, with a round top and a sharp bottom. The whole body is dark green. The wood grain is a little obscure, so people can't judge the calendar.

What's more strange is that the moment the scepter appeared, the whole auction house was filled with the smell of death. The faint green light from the wood on the scepter, one by one, looked like an unjust soul, and all the vitality should be destroyed.

”It's worthy of being the king's weapon with nine patterns. Its breath is very strange. It's not forged by ordinary ancient wood.” The crowd gazed at the scepter on the platform, all whispering.

Ye Changkong was very satisfied with the people's expressions, and began to explain: ”I got this by accident. I don't know the origin, the year, and even more, I don't know who made it. But the power of this thing is beyond doubt. With a wave, it can light thousands of wronged souls and forcibly deprive all vitality. It is absolutely the top treasure in the nine pattern King's utensils.”

Chu Xingyun's eyes have been staring at the scepter. After a moment, he took a breath of cold and murmured: ”I guess it's right. It's really the wood of wronged souls.”

Ancient books have said that after death, the soul will break away from the body and enter into reincarnation and start a new life. However, those souls with strong resentment before death will not be able to enter reincarnation and can only drift between heaven and earth.

These souls are constantly wandering, wandering around, and finally, they will come to the place of the nether world. It is said that there is an ancient tree growing there, which is called the wood of the wronged soul, without branches and leaves, as if it had already withered away.

The soul stops in the wood of the wronged soul, day after day, year after year, until it enters the samsara. As time goes by, the wood of the wronged soul is stained with all the coldness, evil, resentment and cruelty of the world

If a tree species just sprouting represents the ultimate life, then this tree of wronged souls represents the ultimate death. Only the soul can inhabit, and the life should not be near.

At the beginning, Chu Xingyun, in order to step into the imperial realm and search for ancient books, had yearned for such a legendary ghost tree, but could not find its trace.

At this moment, he can be sure that this seemingly ordinary Scepter in front of him is the wood of wronged souls!

”In the legend, the wood of wronged souls represents the ultimate death. It originates from heaven and earth, transcends all things, and is equivalent to a godless soldier. At this moment, it is mistakenly regarded as the nine grain King's weapon. It is really a cruel thing to heaven!” Chu Xingyun lowered his eyes, did not speak, did not move, but there is a faint purple light blooming on his body.

”There is no starting price for this piece of nine pattern King's ware. You can bid at will.”

When ye Changkong's voice rings again, the auction house, the crowd has issued disdain voice.

The value of the nine grain King's weapon is immeasurable. People have no clear understanding of the power of this scepter. In this kind of confusion, without the starting price, it is easier for people to make judgments.

What's more, ye Changkong has no regulations. Whether this thing can be exchanged for something, everything needs public bidding and competition. There is no clear regulation at all.

”In the extremely poor 18 dynasties, the nine pattern King's ware was extremely rare. If you can get it, you may be able to take advantage of the chaotic situation, rise against the wind and become a powerful force.”

”The price of this thing is immeasurable. There must be a lot of people thinking about it.”

In the crowd, there were continuous voices of discussion. At the same time, they also secretly looked at the direction of Chu Xingyun. Such a treasure, the mysterious youth would surely throw all his gold again.