Time flies, it feels like it's been in the blink of an eye, and the night has passed.

This also means...... Today's noon is the beginning of the Demon Heaven Sect's sect competition!

All the tense preparations of the Demon Heaven Sect will kick off at noon, and the Demon Heaven Sect Great Competition, which is held once every thirty years, is about to begin!

The entire Demon Heaven Sect had already begun to shake at dawn, and countless people were rushing towards Tianshu Peak.

The Qilin Hall on the top of Tianshu Peak, where Chuan Enhao is located, is the location of this sect competition.

At this time, stone pillars outside the Qilin Hall rose from the ground.

The statue of a unicorn on each stone pillar is lifelike, and there are many luan birds and phoenixes soaring, which is sacred, so that the whole hall is in a solemn meaning.

Outside the door of the main hall, on a raised platform, Chuan'en Trench sat in the middle, his face was ruddy, and he looked like a child but was sitting upright, but he still looked a little naïve.

Behind him were elders sitting in a row, extremely majestic, either meditating and cultivating, closing their eyes to recuperate, or talking in low voices.

One after another, the Feng clan led the major sects of the Southern Regions and the Western Regions to appear in Tianshu Peak, and the various Tianjiao who participated in the big competition were different and entered the door of the Qilin Palace.

Await...... When the time comes, open the door of the Qilin Hall!

Yan Wu, Hou Danqiu and others also arrived one after another, and even Chen Fuyin and Chen Honglin also galloped down from mid-air in the early morning, although they were a little dusty, but they were indeed in good spirits.

Especially Chen Honglin, his expression was unruly, with a thunderous roar shining behind him, and there was a wide lightning bolt under his feet, with a large number of silver snakes flying, and there was a faint roar of a giant beast, which made the surrounding disciples scream, and hurriedly moved out of a position to let him settle.

The disciples greeted each other politely, and they were all exchanging and guessing the results of this sect competition.

Except for Nangong Hao, several other people in Changtian Peak had already arrived, and even one of them was silently watching his disciples and the situation of the Qilin Hall in a corner.

"Where did the little junior brother go, why haven't you come back?" Xiao Ji said to himself with a sad face.

The clothes on his body were torn off by him, and he directly lifted the clothes on his chest in disregard of the public, and lay on the ground with his chest covered, unkempt and unkempt, and the disciples around him avoided it, so that there were only a few people from Changtian Peak left in this place.

"Little junior brother should be soon...... Second brother, pay attention to the impact, this is not Changtian Peak!" Tan Kang scolded softly, flicked his sleeves, and the red light instantly wrapped all of Xiao Ji's body and threw him to the corner behind him.

"When you buy my magic weapon, don't these people like it very much!" Xiao Ji moved his body and lay down comfortably against a stone pillar.

Xiong Zhongshu in the black market searched repeatedly outside the hall, wanting to bring the information of these people he collected to Nangong Hao, but for several days, he had not found Nangong Hao's figure, and it seemed that after the last auction, he disappeared.

There is still an hour, and almost everyone who wants to participate in the sect competition has already arrived, but Nangong Hao's figure has not appeared for a long time.

The deal with Xu Jiayin must also be completed in this sect competition, and Nangong Hao will naturally not miss the appointment.

At this time, he had already arrived at the position a few miles outside the Demon Heaven Sect, and he was already very close.

There were even countless thunderbolts roaring under his feet, and it was a body of a thousand faces turned into masks, carrying Nangong Hao all the way.

The two glanced at each other, and Qianmian looked even more complicated, the current mark could completely control him, more complete than the previous mark, and the life-destroying spider was also miraculously tamed by Nangong Hao, and he no longer had any hole cards.

At this moment, there is really only peace of mind to be Nangong Hao's follower, and there is no way out.

However, with Nangong Hao's strength, if nothing else, it is at least the power of the Spirit Pill Realm. Thinking about it like this, he also felt less unwilling and less painful.

Nangong Hao had a leisurely face, humming a tune, and was in a very happy mood, urging Qianmian to speed up from time to time.

The inheritance of Thousand Faces ended smoothly as early as when the sun had not yet risen, and completely broke through the previous realm, directly to the Spirit Pattern Realm, and the remaining rich thunder and lightning were all absorbed by Thousand Faces, and the aura on his body completely changed from bloody aura to thunder and lightning aura.

Under the relieved gaze of the Lei Tian War General, that space collapsed violently, and because of Nangong Hao's spatial aura, the two of them were saved from death, and they were not torn into several pieces by the terrifying suction force between the spatial cracks.

However, he went directly to the void, and his distorted body shocked Qianmian, and before he could come back to his senses, Nangong Hao had already taken the two of them to the jungle without stray too far.

The ruins are still there, but there is no use in them, the magic weapon buried by Nangong Hao is still inside, but it is too late to get it now, he needs to hurry back to participate in the sect competition.

simply let Qianmian take Nangong Hao forward, so that he can preserve his strength and aura.

The oncoming breeze blew, and the branches of the bushes were bent down, as if frightened by the thunder and lightning in mid-air, and the clustered leaves fell to the ground sparsely, reflecting the traces of lightning.

In the wind, Nangong Hao's figure stood tall, his brows furrowed, the fire aura in the palm of his left hand rose, and there was a water aura fluttering on his right shoulder, wrapping the right half of his body.

Qianmian also slowed down his pace, and the electric light exploded, as if he also sensed something wrong and was vigilant.

"This is already the realm of the Demon Heaven Sect, and these people are a little too bold. It's too much to deceive people!" Nangong Hao's face was full of anger, but he still let Qianmian continue to move forward with all his might.

Just now, Jing Qing felt something in his heart, and felt that there was an extremely hidden aura quietly coming towards him not far away, and the strong killing intent was still detected by Jing Qing.

Nangong Hao ignored it, but secretly, the aura on his body was completely entangled, and he was constantly galloping, waiting for this person to throw himself into the net.

After a while, I saw a little cold mang arrive first, and came straight to Nangong Haomian's door.

It's an extremely slender little needle!

Behind the small needle, a thin old man was also revealed, speeding towards Nangong Hao, setting off bursts of green hurricanes with a pungent smell, and striking at Nangong Hao on both sides.

Wherever the hurricane passed, the grass and trees withered in an instant, and all of them rotted in an instant.

"Old man with poison core!" Thousand Faces exclaimed, and he immediately recognized the identity of the old man.

Immediately, in Nangong Hao's mind, there were all kinds of news from Qianmian, this old man was also among the same killers as Qianmian, and he had a good relationship with Qianmian, he was good at using poison, and his poisonous skills made his aura completely poisonous, and his strength was also the top among the killers of the Qi Condensation Realm.

However, what few people know is that this person is also a nominal disciple of the Qingling Sect.

However, now it seems that this poison core old man has broken through the Spirit Pattern Realm, and his strength has skyrocketed a lot compared to before.

In the face of this sudden thin needle, Nangong Hao turned sideways extremely quickly, and between the waves of his palm, the fire flashed, and the thin needle had already reached the flame in Nangong Hao's palm, burning out, and it did not cause any damage at all.

At the same time, Qianmian appeared, controlling the puppet fusion from the spirit storage bag, and appeared behind Nangong Hao, between his hands, thunder and lightning were staggered, and roared towards the hurricane on both sides.

It was like two thunder dragons churning, stirring in the poisonous mist hurricane, completely disintegrating them in an instant.

"Are you a thousand faces?" The old man with the poison core was also shocked, although the methods he used were completely different from the thousand faces he knew, but the body of the mask, he had seen it many times.

"Poison Core, I have a good relationship with you and me, I would like to advise you, leave quickly!" Qianmian stepped forward, his tone was slightly lower, and he advised the old man of Poison Core, and the power of the Spirit Pattern Realm on his body was even more revealed, and he wanted to use this deterrent to persuade him to leave.

"Qianmian, you even broke through? Then don't you hurry up and join forces with me, you can't go against the bounty, why protect this person anymore, this person has just been promoted to the Spirit Pattern Realm, we will be able to kill this man if we take a total shot!" The old man with the poison core sneered, with a look of disdain, he didn't pay attention to Nangong Hao at all, and hurriedly beckoned Qianmian and asked him to shoot with him.

Thousand Faces closed her eyes and shook her head, as if she could already see the end of her old friend.

For this old man with a poisonous core, he can only say...... Those who don't know are fearless!

"Xiao Qianmian, do you know this person?" Nangong Hao looked at the old man with the poison core and asked Qianmian.

In Nangong Hao's palm, a wisp of spiritual pattern power flew out, and a rising flame wandered around his fingertips, and little by little the black gelatinous substance was constantly discharged.

The old man with the poison core narrowed his eyes, sneered, and said jokingly: "Don't think that if you catch my poisonous needle, you think you can beat the old man, it's ridiculous." ”

The old man with the poison core is full of confidence, even if Nangong Hao is in a similar realm to him, it is also a one-line realm, and he also doesn't take Nangong Hao in his eyes.

In the Qi Condensation Realm, he has been immersed in it for thirty years, and he has obtained a lot of benefits from the Qingling Sect, how can it be compared to ordinary cats and dogs, not to mention that he is still a hairy boy who has just entered the line.

Hearing this, Qianmian covered his face even more, speechless, he was so obvious, this person seemed to be really old, and his mind was a little unconscious, which he couldn't see.

"The frog at the bottom of the well, how do you know how big the sky is!" Nangong Hao chuckled, he knew that time was running out, and it was already noon.

He didn't intend to delay any longer, the flowing water from his right shoulder rushed out directly, rolled directly towards the old man with the poison core, and swirled around his body.

"Presumptuous!" the old man with the poison core was furious, the poisonous gas on his body was churning, and he was about to make a move.

I saw Nangong Hao's footsteps moving, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

In the flowing water, the power of space surged, and a dragon claw ghostly appeared behind the old man with a poisonous core, poking out of those flowing waters.

Almost at the moment when he burst out of his aura, it directly pierced his body.

Under the incredible expression of the old man with the poison core, he could clearly hear the sound of bones shattering, and the snorting sound of flesh tearing, and his vitality died suddenly, and he was not breathing.

The green blood rushed wildly, spraying on the withered lawn, and Nangong Hao's figure reappeared, but it was five zhang away, leaving only a shout still echoing.

"Xiao Qianmian, I'll go first, you deal with it!"