In a flash, screams were heard everywhere, and the less experienced monks fell and fled. The auctioneer had already escaped to the backstage.
Zi Mengling sneered, took a step forward, and stared at Ouyang He with a dagger-like gaze: "You meddlesome stinking Heavenly Master, today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
She waved her hand, and three purple bone bells flew out of her sleeves. Amid the buzzing sound, the poisonous spider continued to mutate, and even grew thin wings, and pounced madly at Ouyang He.
There was no panic on his handsome face, full of resoluteness and righteousness. He muttered a spell and the golden bell sank, protecting him and everyone else.
At that moment, screams rang out from the backstage of the auction house. The manager quickly dialed the internal number of Bureau 79: "Captain Zhou, there's a problem at the auction house! Someone's causing trouble and trying to steal the items!"
On the other side, Su Yao did not move.
She raised her eyes slightly, curled the corners of her lips, and her eyes focused.
"Qingcheng, Bai Ze, and Fubao."
They immediately understood what he meant and quietly disappeared into the fleeing crowd, heading straight for the back door.
The goal is clear: track down the staff who moved the colorful glass stones.
However, when they rushed out of the auction house, they found... seven teams of people wearing the same uniforms and pushing the same containers, running in seven different directions.
"He was actually prepared in advance..." Bai Ze gritted his teeth.
"Separate and chase!" Qingcheng gave the order.
But Su Yao did not follow. She narrowed her eyes and looked somewhere upstairs...
There, there were the familiar fluctuations of spiritual consciousness.
The colorful glass pieces were the result of her spiritual consciousness.
She quietly passed through the chaos and came to the closed secret room under the auction house. She raised two fingers and easily broke the triple formation.
The door of the secret room opened automatically, and at a glance, one could see the glass pieces quietly floating above the ice platform.
“It’s here.”
Just as she was about to get closer, the ground suddenly shook and the wall rumbled.
Poisonous spiders surged in from the cracks all around like a tide.
At the critical moment: "Boom!" A sword energy cut through the secret room like thunder.
“Stand back!”
Liu Yuting was dressed in black, his expression as cold as a mountain. He had returned to his true form, but with a mask on his face. He still remembered what Su Yao had said before, that he should keep a low profile and not reveal his identity.
He pushed forward with his palm, protecting Su Yao behind him, and clenched his right hand, with a sword light appearing.
"These spiders are not ordinary poisonous creatures. They have absorbed the power of illusion and possess collective consciousness."
As he analyzed the situation, he set up a talisman formation: "Ayao, take the fragment of spiritual consciousness and go ahead to meet up with Qingcheng and the others."
Su Yao frowned slightly: "Are you alone?" She could handle it alone, but Liu Yuting would always jump out to protect her.
I'm really not used to it.
"I said I'll block it." Liu Yuting turned his head to look at her, with a hint of dominance and strength.
She said, "You really don't need me?"
He said in a firm voice: "Ayao, I am the sword in your hand. You can use it at any time. Why bother to do it yourself?"
Su Yao stared at him for a few seconds, but ultimately said nothing.
She waved two fingers, took the fragment of spiritual consciousness into her arms, turned around and stepped into the secret passage.
Liu Yuting whispered from behind: "Calm the soul and transform all poisons."
The sword roared like thunder, the golden light flashed like a waterfall, and the secret room instantly turned into a golden purgatory.
The poisonous spider wailed and burned in the flames.
Su Yao looked back, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
She knew... Liu Yuting's wisdom lies not only in his planning, but also in his thoughts.
He knows how to win people's hearts.
Soon, Su Yao quietly appeared in a secret passage of the auction house.
She still looked like an old woman in her sixties or seventies, leaning on a dark gold carved cane and walking with steady steps.
His eyes were cold as he swept across the chaotic center of the auction house.
Ouyang He was knocked back by Zi Mengling's palm, blood spurting out of his mouth, and the protective formation was broken.
He tried hard to steady his breath, but saw Zi Mengling raise her hand, and a magic blade formed by purple mist came towards his eyebrows.
At the critical moment, a crutch was swung out suddenly, shattering the magic blade!
Su Yao had already flashed in front of Ouyang He, pulling him back and protecting him behind him.
There was no fear in his eyes, he was calm and powerful.
Zi Mengling raised her eyebrows and looked at the unremarkable old man in front of her, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
Ouyang He was protected by Su Yao, with a look of horror on his face. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you very much for saving my life, old man!"
"It's okay." Su Yao said calmly, his voice old but still calm and imposing: "You can't deal with her."
"She..." His expression was serious, he had realized it.
Su Yao: "She is not only one of the three major poison masters in the East Region black market, her true identity is the Saint of the Demon Realm."
"What?!" Ouyang He's heart was shocked and he looked at Zi Mengling in disbelief.
The Saint of the Demon Realm...
I never thought I would meet such a person!
The woman was dressed in purple, her enchanting face hidden by a butterfly mask. Her eyes were filled with poison, and a hint of sneer appeared on her lips. "Oh? It seems you, old man, know a lot."
Ouyang He frowned, "The seven-colored glass stone is probably not an ordinary thing... She must have some ulterior motive when she came here."
Su Yao whispered, "Take the Yan Zhan Sword and go first to complete your master's mission."
Ouyang He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
He clasped his fists and said, "May I ask your name, Senior?"
She stood in the air with her hands behind her back, her eyes cold and stern: "A nameless person, not worth mentioning."
He admired her in his heart and bowed deeply: "I will always remember your kindness, senior."
After saying this, he turned and left, holding the Hell-Slaying Sword in his hand, his figure weaving through the crowd and disappearing into the maze-like passages of the black market.
Zi Mengling stared at Su Yao with a stern expression: "Who are you? I don't remember there being anyone like you in Yao City."
Su Yao said nothing, just looked at her calmly.
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