While the bigwigs were chatting in front, the disciples of the major sects in the back were also greeting each other.

"Han Lin, this time, I'm going to convince you!" Zheng Gui Ming clenched his fists and stared at a slender young man from the Iron Sword Gate, his gaze was firm and full of challenge.

"Right now, you're still the same dead face, you didn't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy last time, that's your luck, this time, you'll be the same as last time, just a lost dog, hahaha!" The young man laughed loudly, as if he didn't take everything into account.

"Hmph!" Zheng Gui snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, in the last battle of the Imperial Tomb, he was attacked by this Han Lin, and he hated it in his heart, this time, he was riveted to clean up this Han Lin.

Between several major sects, there are actually many disciples who know each other, and it seems that there are still a lot of friendships between the disciples of some sects.

Of course, most of these people who know each other are over 100 years old and have participated in the last battle of the Imperial Tomb, young people like Miao Bushi and Jian You, who are about twenty years old, do not have such knowledge, and they can only follow others to get to know each other at the moment.

"That bald head, is the Bi Fang of the Refining Weapon Sect, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, it is said that there is already a cultivation in the late stage of the Jie Dan, a hundred years ago, this person killed a cultivator of the late stage of the Great Perfection False Dan realm, is the leader of the Refining Weapon Sect, this person also has a high-grade spirit treasure, the power is even more powerful, if you encounter it, you must be careful in the future!"

Miao didn't see the sound and looked at it, only to see that in the gathering place of the Refining Weapon Sect, a bald young man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a simple gown, seemed to be like an ordinary mortal, but the light that appeared in his eyes from time to time showed that this person was not simple.

After hearing this, Miao Bu secretly noted that this person must be a powerful figure, maybe in the future......

"The person who carries a bunch of swords on his back is the Zuoqiu Changkong of the Bagua Gate, this person is a sword cultivator, ten low-grade Lingbao homologous flying swords, the power is comparable to that of the medium-grade Lingbao, he is cold and arrogant, moody, and often draws his sword to kill people without saying a word, this person has two hundred years of cultivation, and his scheming methods are unfathomable, and he must not be guarded against!"

In the direction of the Bagua Gate, Miao Bu saw a cold young man, with a coffin-like face, carrying ten identical long swords behind him.

Seeing the sky on Zuoqiu, Miao Bu couldn't help but look sideways at the side with an expressionless face and a coffin board face............

Miao Bu looked towards the gathering place of several major sects, obviously, in front of each sect, there would be at least one existence similar to the leader.

The Star Stealing Moon Sect looks like a thief's name, but its disciples are all handsome and dashing, and they don't look like a thief at all, but seeing the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect next to them constantly flattering the disciples of the Star Stealing Moon Sect, Miao doesn't seem to have some ideas.

However, when he saw the Holy Maiden Palace, a sharp gaze directly touched Miao Miao's mind.

It was a woman in a water blue Luo skirt, with a thin veil on her face, her expression was cold, and she seemed to have some disgust for Miao Bu's gaze, which shocked Miao Bu's heart, he always had some familiar feelings, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he didn't expect this woman to be so domineering, she would be angry even if she looked at it a few more times, Miao Bubu estimated that if she met the older leftover women of the Holy Maiden Palace, she would probably be killed.

On the other side, the voices of the heads of the sect were very small, and they even seemed to block out the voices of the outside world, so that the disciples outside could not hear the slightest.

Time passed little by little, until two more sects arrived one after another, and after discussing for a while, the bigwigs returned to the disciples of the sect one after another.

The stegosaurus looked at the two hundred disciples below, with a serious look in his eyes.

"This competition is related to the distribution of resources in the next hundred years, I won't say much about it, I hope you can do it yourself!"

As he spoke, the stegosaurus flicked his sleeves, and two hundred streamers flashed, and in front of everyone, a jade slip appeared.

"This is the information of the underground imperial tomb, you are familiar with it, and after half an hour, let's go!" After speaking, the stegosaurus turned around and walked towards the entrance of the imperial tomb.

Miao didn't see his senses, and the information in the jade slip was quickly checked by him.

After a moment, Miao Bu opened his eyes, and there was thought in his eyes.

This time, the competition is mainly a kind of imperial seal of the underground imperial tomb!

This kind of seal in the imperial mausoleum, only a certain number exists, it is said that this mark, is the original emperor of the ancient kingdom of the soul of the jade seal, if you can collect the imperial seal, then it is possible to summon the jade seal, but a long time ago, but has never been collected, so there are countless times to open.

I don't know why, every time this imperial tomb is opened, it takes a hundred years to conceive, otherwise, even if it is a god monk, it will not be able to open it, once it is a hundred years, as long as the spiritual power of the nine Yuan Infant Monks is gathered, each of them makes a mark, it can be opened simply, and there is no need for any other means.

Therefore, since it was occupied by the nine major sects, such an unwritten rule has been formed.

Half an hour passed, and the heads of the nine major sects in front of him were standing on a circular altar at this moment, all of them exuding the terrifying aura of the Yuan Infant Monk, and after half a pillar of incense, one person shot out a spiritual power.

Bang!

The nine spiritual powers fell on the altar, and in an instant, the altar shook, and the disciples of the major sects around couldn't help but retreat.

After this tremor lasted for half a pillar of incense, the sky suddenly changed.

Under everyone's gaze, a portal-like thing formed in mid-air, about 100 zhang high and dozens of zhang wide, just across the center of the altar.

"This is the gate to heaven of the underground imperial tomb?"

"The underground imperial mausoleum, but the door is in the sky!"

"Hmph, this time, I won't lose again!"

"This time, we in the Holy Maiden Palace, we want to get the first!"

"Hahaha! Who dares to rob me? Lao Tzu broke his dog's legs!"

At this moment, the two thousand monks here, without anyone's leadership, all rose from the ground one after another, rushing towards the gate in the sky at a rapid speed, one by one seemed to be full of spirit, and even in this mid-air, there were disciples of various sects who had already made a secret move to each other!!

Rumble!

The gate in the sky shook and slowly closed......