He stared hard at the great-great-grandson of the royal family named Wu Shang.
He stared at the dazzling number on the jade plate again.
Two hundred and forty-five thousand!
Ten thousand more than Xiao Jianchen!
A full fifteen thousand more than himself!
This is crushing!
Naked and merciless crushing!
The other side.
Xiao Jianchen, who has always been aloof and arrogant, has those sharp eyes that look extremely solemn at this moment!
He looked at the number, at the calm Wu Shang.
His spine, which had always been straight, showed an imperceptible looseness for the first time.
As for Shi Kai and Mu Wanling, all their expressions were frozen.
Is this the superiority of royal blood?
Shocking!
Then there is solemnity.
An unprecedented solemnity!
The talented people in the square have completely given up thinking.
Their brains are already blank.
From shock, to numbness, and now to blankness.
Their worldview has been repeatedly rubbed against the ground by these outrageous numbers one after another, and has been shattered to pieces.
Six!
A total of six monsters worth more than 200,000 yuan!
This fucking Heavenly Prodigy Assembly, did you stab the monster's lair!
Wu Shang!
Great-great-grandson of the royal family!
Two hundred and forty-five thousand!
These three words, combined together, form an insurmountable, even unimaginable, giant mountain that suppresses the entire White Jade Square.
Everyone was stunned.
Thoughts stagnate.
Heartbeat stopped.
It was the ultimate, pure blankness beyond shock and numbness!
However.
Just when everyone's brains were shutting down because of these terrifying numbers.
The mutation happened again!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Almost at the same time!
In the southeast, northwest and four directions of the square, four jade plates responsible for inventory suddenly erupted into a sky-high splendor!
That's not one.
It's four!
Explodes simultaneously!
The dazzling brilliance was so rich that it couldn't be melted away, dyeing everything around it with a gorgeous color!
This sight...
Everyone is familiar!
This is a phenomenon that will only occur when the number of tokens exceeds 200,000!
"I..."
A monk was about to say something, but found that his throat was too dry to make any sound.
He just opened his mouth, his eyeballs were bloodshot due to excessive fear, and stared blankly at the four brilliant pillars of light rising from the ground.
"Huh..."
"Hehehe..."
Someone laughed.
Laughing is uglier than crying.
"It's over. This world is completely over."
"Wholesale... this is a monster wholesale!"
"What else are you competing against? Who will die faster?"
"Stop retaliating. Seriously, please. If you continue to retaliate, my heart will be broken!"
The mood of collapse, like the plague, once again swept across the entire audience.
But this time, it was not despair, but complete resignation and self-destruction.
Whatever!
Destroy it!
Hurry!
Everyone is tired!
Collapse, it is impossible to describe the state of everyone in the square at this moment.
That is complete, soul-level surrender.
The four splendid pillars of light soaring into the sky, like four huge pillars of shame, are nailed to White Jade Square and everyone's Daoist heart.
The people responsible for counting the tokens were completely numb at this moment.
They no longer roar.
No longer excited.
Even the trembling is gone.
They just used a zombie-like posture to mechanically announce the figures that could subvert the world view.
A guard with a dry and hoarse voice read feebly.
"General Xiang's Residence, Xiang Guanhong... the total number of tokens... two hundred and forty-two thousand."
This number, a few minutes ago, would have been enough to trigger a magnitude 12 earthquake.
But now.
It just made the monks who were already lying down not even bother to raise their eyelids.
Oh.
Two hundred and forty-two thousand.
Got it.
Next.
in the crowd.
Wu Shang, the great-great-grandson of the royal family, who had just dominated the audience with a score of 245,000 pieces and enjoyed the peak experience of less than one stick of incense, felt the muscles on his face twitch unnaturally.
He turned his head suddenly and looked at the man named Xiang Guanhong.
The other person also happened to look at him, grinning, showing his white teeth.
That smile was full of provocation.
Wu Shang's face instantly darkened.
However, his dissatisfaction was quickly washed away by the series of numbers that followed.
The other three staff members responsible for counting the tokens reported the results on the jade plate in front of them almost at the same time and in the same emotionless tone.
"The nineteenth generation great-great-grandson of the royal family, Wuwang... the total number of tokens... two hundred and fifty thousand!"
Boom!
Everyone's brains buzzed.
Two hundred and fifty thousand!
New record!
The record that just appeared was broken like this!
However, this is not over yet.
The voice of a second staff member followed closely behind.
"The nineteenth generation great-great-grandson of the royal family, Dustless... the total number of tokens... two hundred and fifty-three thousand!"
Another one!
Another new record!
The mood of everyone present is beyond description, complicated, shocked, frightened, numb...
The deathly tone of the third staff member floated over.
"The nineteenth generation great-great-grandson of the royal family, Wujiang... the total number of tokens... two hundred and sixty thousand!"
Two hundred and sixty thousand.
When this number is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
The whole world is quiet.
All the noise, all the talk, all the collapse, all the numbness...
At this moment, they were completely wiped out by this number.
On the square.
Tens of thousands of monks all maintained their previous postures, motionless.
Their eyes are empty.
Their expressions were dull.
Their brains have completely stopped functioning.
Two hundred and sixty thousand.
This number is no longer a mountain.
Nor is it heaven.
It is a black hole.
A terrifying black hole that swallows up everyone's reason, pride, cognition and worldview.
corner of the square.
The shock on the face of that handsome and evil devil Gu Hanchuan slowly disappeared.
He raised his head and glanced at the new monsters, finally settling on the great-great-grandson of the royal family named Wujiang.
He smiled.
It was an extremely pleasant feeling, seeing the full crowd at the banquet, Taotie-like smiles.
This smile reveals cruelty and excitement!
It was as if all the blood in his body was on fire!
The other side.
Xiao Jianchen, who was dressed in white and shengxue, held the hand that had been resting on the hilt of the sword gently and tightly.
For the first time, cracks appeared in his cold eyes.
Wu Yuan and Wu Shang, who were high-spirited before, now have somewhat stiff faces.
They looked at the number of 260,000, and then at the expressionless Wujiang.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes!
This Wujiang still pretends like this!
How unpleasant!
The focus of the audience.
The great-great-grandson of the royal family who created a terrifying record of 260,000 coins, Wujiang.