Following the man's voice, I saw a small island in the distance surrounded by mist isolated in the sea, which seemed very mysterious.

At first glance, it is vague, but the lush vegetation of the island looms and is accompanied by several towering peaks.

At this time, Long Yi and Li Tianxing also came to the deck and admired this mysterious island.

"Yi'er, how do I feel that this island is full of dangers!"

Li Tianxing observed for a long time, and felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. The outer periphery of this witch island is white mist, and the deeper you go, the darker the color of the mist, which makes anyone feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

Listening to Li Tianxing's words, Long Yi nodded lightly, and a solemnity surged between his eyebrows.

"This Rakshasa Sect is really an evil sect!"

Long Yi looked at the scene in front of him, and seemed to remember the matter of the Rakshasa Sect that Li Tianxing had told him about.

It is rumored that the Rakshasa Sect was also a famous sect in the Martial Fan Realm thousands of years ago, and its strength was even stronger than that of the Martial Fan Hall at that time. The cultivation of every disciple who entered the sect rose very quickly, and the overall strength of the Rakshasa Sect continued to improve every day.

At that time, Murong Dang, who had just established the Wufan Palace, felt that it was very strange at this time, so he quietly infiltrated the Rakshasa Sect to investigate, and found that the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect were cultivating with people's resentment and evil thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Murong Dang's whereabouts were discovered by the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect, and after a great battle, Murong Dang was injured and rushed out of the siege, and the Rakshasa Sect's use of evil things to cultivate spread throughout the Rakshasa Sect, and for a while, the entire Martial Fan Palace's self-proclaimed righteous sect condemned the Rakshasa Sect.

But the Rakshasa Sect ignored it at all and still went its own way. After large-scale publicity, the Rakshasa Sect became more and more emboldened, and even blatantly arrested the cultivators, and for a while, the disciples of the various sects suffered heavy losses, and the slightest genius rose and was captured by the Rakshasa Sect. And the cultivators who came out of the Rakshasa Sect became extremely evil.

As a result, the various sects united and decided to crusade against the Rakshasa Sect, but the Rakshasa Sect was powerful, and after a great battle, the sects were severely damaged, and this matter caused an uproar, making the entire martial arts world panic.

Ten years later, Murong Dang was born out of thin air, leading the disciples of Wufan Hall to start several life-and-death battles with the Rakshasa Sect, and finally killed the Rakshasa Ancestor with supreme magic and severely damaged the Rakshasa Sect. After this battle, the Rakshasa Sect became low-key, and all the personnel retreated to the Witch Evil Island, hiding from the world. Unexpectedly, thousands of years later, the Rakshasa Sect actually appeared in people's field of vision again.

Gradually, the fleet had docked, and everyone began to disembark one after another.

Everyone looked at their surroundings curiously, and what greeted them was a dense jungle surrounded by black fog, which matched the black sand beach at their feet.

Luo Wumian walked to the front of the crowd, waved out his palm, and saw a road suddenly appear in the dense forest in front of him, and there was a Rakshasa Sect disciple guarding this deep road every other zhang, and all of them were cultivators of the Wuhuang Realm.

"Everyone, please!"

Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, Luo Wumian said softly, and walked to the depths of the dense forest, and everyone also quietly discussed a few words, and then followed Luo Wumian's pace. At this moment, five figures galloped from the sea of death and silently disappeared into the crowd.

"I'm going to go! This disciple of the Rakshasa Sect actually has the cultivation of the Wuhuang Realm!"

"Yes, this is just a disciple who guards the door, so how strong should the core disciple be if he cultivates!"

"Alas, I can't imagine that the Rakshasa Sect has risen again after this thousand years!"

Such a lineup even Long Yi and Li Tianxing were surprised, just from the surface of it. The strength of the Rakshasa Sect may be a few points stronger than the current Wufan Palace.

Everyone followed Luo Wumian around and around, and they gradually couldn't tell the direction. And the poisonous insects and beasts around the dense forest are everywhere, which really scares some timid people. Maybe there are disciples of the Rakshasa Sect, and these poisonous insects and beasts did not attack people. If other forces invade the Rakshasa Sect, it would be difficult for the poisonous insects alone to cross the line of defense.

The deeper you go, the warmer you feel. Then he continued to walk uphill for half an hour, and then he came to the base camp of the Rakshasa Sect.

In front of me was a huge crater, which seemed to have been sealed and formed a huge basin.

In the middle of the basin, there are many attics, and in the middle of the attic is a huge ring. Around the ring, hundreds of Rakshasa Sect disciples meditated.

Everyone was deeply attracted by the scene in front of them, on the one hand, they sighed at the grandeur of the crater, and on the other hand, they also admired the boldness of the Rakshasa Sect.

"This crater was sealed by my Rakshasa Sect Ancestor through the supreme magic energy, although it no longer erupts, but the energy it gathers is of great benefit to cultivators, and everyone can feel it in the next few days!"

Luo Wumian is very proud, this foundation was left by the ancestors, but now it has been blessed by future generations.

"Everyone come with me, and when I help you arrange your accommodation, the participants from each sect go to the ring to register!"

With that, Luo Wumian walked towards the basin.

Along the way, the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect all cast strange eyes at everyone, and their eyes were extremely unkind, which made many people feel uncomfortable.

"Great Elder, these people don't look at us well!"

Long Yi said in a low voice, Li Tianxing also felt this unkind look, and thought for a moment and said:

"Maybe it's the great war thousands of years ago that made these Rakshasa Sect disciples still hostile to us!

Long Yi nodded lightly and continued to walk forward with everyone's footsteps.

After a while, the people who came to participate in the competition and watch the game had already arranged their accommodation, and Long Yi and Li Tianxing lived in the same room. Just now, he had already received a message from Qianyue, and the five of them had already blended into the crowd watching the game, and they lived next door to them at this time.

And Long Yi didn't take the initiative to find Qianyue, after all, they each have their own tasks, so it's better to be careful.

With nothing to do, Long Yi began to use the power of the fairy spirit to gradually infiltrate, probing everything around him.

Spreading all the way, the worst disciple of this Rakshasa Sect also has the cultivation of the Martial Arts Realm, which really shocked Long Yi.

When an attic was detected, it was blocked.

Suddenly, another huge immortal power swept over, instantly shattering Long Yi's immortal power, and Long Yi hurriedly withdrew the immortal power, sweating profusely.

At this time, an old man in a black robe in the attic smiled strangely:

"Interesting, I didn't expect that there was actually an immortal spirit master who came this time! I don't know which sect's disciple!"

After the black-robed old man finished speaking, he then closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state.