Si Ran followed closely behind Lin Zijun, sweeping away the ghost crying door is also a unified sect costume, a bright red as blood, but the whole back is embroidered with a black skull with a big open mouth, as if he wants to eat people.

The Ten Thousand Demon Palace is different, a variety of costumes, like competing flowers, different colors, the only common point is that each person's neckline is embroidered with a big traditional 'demon' character, representing the outstanding status of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

Si Ran noticed that the color of the word 'demon' was different, representing different cultivation status.

In addition, she also saw a few acquaintances, closely following behind Long Xingze, the head of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, one of the disciples of the family.

Kui Sang, who was led by the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and Yin Ji Jun, who was closely followed by the disciples of Yin Hua, the head of the Ghost Crying Sect.

When the kings met, they naturally complimented each other implicitly. Immediately, Lin Zijun, Yin Hua, and Long Xingze walked side by side in the front, Si Ran and the others followed closely behind them, followed by others who walked behind in order according to the status of cultivation.

Si Ran quietly looked at the head of the Ghost Crying Door a few times, looking like he was in his thirties, with dark skin and average appearance.

Si Ran knew that his actual age didn't know how much he had lived, looking at the momentum of his body, his cultivation was estimated to be about the same as Lin Zijun, and he was also thin and tall, full of yin energy, and with the skull with his mouth wide open behind him, it was like one. is not smiling, making people look at it and want to retreat.

Sweeping the head of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Long Xingze, is eye-catching, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick eyebrows into ink, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a handsome face, he looks only in his twenties, with a pale gold and black-edged clothing, plus a smile that always hangs on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, and unconsciously unconsciously unloaded.

Perhaps the other party was alert to Si Ran's snooping, and suddenly turned his head to look at him, throwing her a smile that the elders loved when they saw the juniors, and then turned around and continued to laugh and talk with Lin Zijun.

The gloomy man of the Ghost Crying Gate said very little, and his gloomy eyes swept over Lin Zijun from time to time, and glanced at Long Xingze a few times.

"Ru is good." There was a slightly familiar shout in her ears, and Si Ran looked up to the left, and it was the thistle tail in purple who called her.

"Ru Hao!" This time, Yin Jijun, who was also dressed in a red-clothed skull costume of the Ghost Crying Gate, also squeezed to the right side of Si Ran, with an excited look of the flower messenger, glanced at her affectionately, and said; "You're so beautiful today."

Si Ran didn't pay attention to the Yin Ji Army, so he glanced at Kui Sang among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace intently, and saw that he didn't come over today, but honestly walked in the team of his own faction.

A team of several hundred people blocked the entire street tightly, and the queue dragged on.

Si Ran was still speculating that the three major demon palaces alone dispatched so many people, not including the elders and other disciples of the various sects who stayed behind in their respective temporary residences, plus the people of the Dao sect, how much space would be enough?

Tianshui City, as its name suggests, is built on a peak surrounded by water on all sides.

And they came to the edge of the city and stood on the wall. Looking down, the waves are rolling, and there is a strange scene of water and sky.

Si Ran followed closely behind Lin Zijun and stood on top of the high wall of the southern city wall, only then did he notice that the high wall on the east side was also full of people, and the leader was naturally the head of the major avenue factions.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he didn't find Yun Ge, but only saw that the head of the Guijian Sect was squeezed at the end by the head of the various avenue sects, like a clown. Behind him stood a proud and completely unfeeling, like a peerless and independent Xue Wuxi, and a simple face Lu Yuan and other disciples of the Sword Sect.

Thinking about the head of the Gui Sword Sect, she is not as good as her in the early stage of cultivating as a god.

And the cultivation of the heads of the other major avenue sects is at least in the early stage of refining, so they naturally look down on him, everything is just for the sake of Immortal Venerable's face.

Si Ran lowered his eyes and thought about it speculatively, didn't he say that the battle between the demons, the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Venerable would personally preside over it? Why didn't you see them?

A devastating coercion suddenly fell from the sky, and everyone couldn't stand it anymore and fell to their knees one after another.

Si Ran also knelt on the ground on both knees, looking at Lin Zijun and the other three heads who were kneeling in front of her, cultivating to be taller than her, their backs were about to break, and their heads were even lower next to the ground.

Not to mention the thistle tail and Yin Jijun on her left and right, their faces were pale, sweating profusely, and their faces were painful, as if they were being tortured.

Si Ran turned his head and looked left and right, there was no exception, and some of the disciples behind him fainted to death directly. I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, she also felt the coercion, but it wasn't so terrifying, at least she could look up and watch,

If you forcibly resist the coercion, you may be able to stand up.

However, on the city wall, a large number of black people fell to their knees, and if she stood up abruptly, wouldn't she be looking for trouble for herself.

Could it be the benefit of the Demon Body? Si Ran couldn't guess the reason, so he casually found a reason, looked up at the endless lake outside Tianshui City, and fell from the sky, one white and one red, and the two faced each other, it was the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Venerable.

Si Ran looked at the evil and wanton Demon Venerable, remembered the words he asked Dao Tian to bring to her and threaten her, and quickly lowered his head honestly, not even daring to peep into his divine sense, for fear that he would be recognized by him again after changing his body.

The two of them quietly confronted each other for less than a few breaths, and the people below who were tortured by their coercion complained bitterly and complained to the sky.

Xianzun stood high in the air, and with a wave of his hand, a huge ring suddenly rose on the water, and the entire ring was wrapped in a protective shield visible to the naked eye, and under the illumination of the sun, it actually refracted a colorful glow.

Immediately, a white cloud appeared under his feet, and the Immortal Venerable sat cross-legged and meditated on the white cloud, beckoning, and a white shadow flew by his side, and it was Yun Ge with a cold face and a face like frost, dressed in the clothes of the Gui Sword Sect.

The evil spirit of the wanton Demon Venerable raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yun Ge standing beside the Immortal Venerable with a smile, and waved behind him, and a majestic palace appeared out of thin air, suspended behind him.

The door of the temple suddenly opened, and there were an equal number of demons standing on either side.

The Demon Venerable flew and sat on the only high seat, stepping on a mass of beasts lying on the ground that seemed to be demon pets.

Only then did all the demon people in the hall raise their heads and look at the ring below the hall with their eyes in unison.

Si Ran suddenly felt that the coercion on his body suddenly disappeared, and as soon as he looked up, he saw this scene of the two sides facing each other, and looked at the two eyes of the Demon Hall suspended in the sky, only to see the deepest part of the open hall door, the Demon Venerable sitting on the high seat, and his body was already so small that he could only see a vague figure.

The demons standing in two rows were extraordinary,

The divine sense can see more clearly, who dares to use it?

Look at Xianzun again, sitting alone on the clouds, and there is only a cloud song standing next to him.

Comparing the two sides, how do you look at it, how weak is the momentum on Xianzun's side.

Si Ran naturally didn't dare to peep with her divine sense, her eyes swept casually, there were so many people present, she was not worried about being detected. Lowering his head and looking at the ring on the water, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said in his heart; Mo Qianyin, this guy really has a big shelf, just using demonic energy to support a demon hall floating in mid-air, it is not something ordinary people can do, not to mention that he has to stay still and stay still, I am afraid that he will have to insist on the entire Dao Demon battle from beginning to end.

If you are replaced by someone else, you will not be disabled or supported.

"The disciples who participated in the competition can come to the poor monk to draw lots." Some familiar voices rang in my ears at first.

Si Ran turned his head to look at the voice, and saw that on the high wall in the west, a group of neutral Buddhist cultivators appeared, sweeping the number of people, but there were only about twenty people. But the cultivation is above her one by one, so that she can't see through it.

In particular, one of the Buddhist cultivators sitting on the twelve-rank lotus platform always closed his eyes, silent as a statue, and the momentum exuded by his body was actually a little stronger than that of the three major demon palaces and the heads of the Taoist sects.

Some of the people in the Demon Palace on her side who wanted to make a wrong mind were afraid of the restrained aura and did not dare to be presumptuous.

The one who just opened his mouth to shout was the Buddha who had a relationship with Si Ran in the mortal world and led the practice.

Si Ran swept the Buddhist cultivation over there, and they were basically uniform robes, with bare heads, covered with pale gold and different Buddha lights.

She is the only one who knows the Buddhist cultivator who shouts and leads the practice, and she looks the most handsome. The pale golden Buddha light emitted from the body is the purest and richest.

The disciples of the Taoist sect were not afraid of the Buddha's light at all, and one by one they flew forward excitedly to draw lots.

On the other hand, on the side of the Demon Palace, he was particularly disgusted with the Buddha's light, and none of the disciples were willing to step forward to draw lots to choose a number.

After the disciples of the Taoist sect drew lots, the Buddhist cultivators who led the cultivation to the three masters of the Demon Palace bowed politely; "The poor monk's law number is empty, please ask the disciples of the Demon Palace to follow."

The Dao robe waved out the pen holder of the lot, flew straight up, and was suspended in front of the disciples of the Demon Palace, but no one dared to take it.

Si Ran was paying attention to the disciples of the Taoist sect participating in the competition telling each other what they had drawn, when she suddenly felt that something fell in front of her eyes, and her alert left palm just clenched the bone-devouring whip that suddenly appeared, and subconsciously whipped it over.

The whip wind sharply pierced the sky and resounded in the sky.

The thing was controlled, and suddenly dodged her bone-eating whip.

"Donor, the poor monk has no malice." A familiar voice came, and Si Ran looked up to see that the foreign object that had been dodged was just a lottery tube where no one of the disciples of the Demon Palace stepped forward to draw numbers, and he was embarrassed, and glared at the Buddha cultivator on the opposite side who claimed to have an empty Dharma name.

In the midst of the evil eyes, the countless disciples who noticed this scene, whether they were demon cultivators or Taoist sects, were fascinated for a while, and their hearts were in a trance.

"Phew! Kitsune! Obscene! Ling Feiyue, who was standing behind the head of the Gui Sword Sect, saw Si Ran's glance, and countless disciples were fascinated by her eyes, and they cursed with jealousy.

Fortunately, she was surrounded by disciples of the Taoist sect, and even if she didn't like her words, no one pointed them out.

Xue Wuxian was also stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, frowning, his deep eyes like a whirlpool stared at Si Ran, and a trace of doubt flashed.

This female demon cultivator ...... It seems familiar.

Lin Zijun saw that Si Ran was in the limelight again, and countless greedy and ambiguous eyes fell on her, not liking the things in her bag to be peeped at by others, and with a wave of her hand, she offered a tray-like magic weapon to hold the pen holder of the lot, and walked around among the disciples of the Demon Palace.

All the participating disciples who participated in the first game were drawn by lot.

Seeing that the disciple had finished selecting the number, the pen holder of the draw did not say that it would be returned to the Buddha for cultivation, but pretended to be unintentional and threw it into the lake below.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, flashing with a strange light, quickly swept between Si Ran and Chengkong, this Buddha Xiu seemed to know his Ru'er .......

The female devil who has always been ruthless and refining her soul actually knows the Buddhist cultivation ...... who is compassionate and regards all beings as equals?

His Ru'er, if he really has too many secrets, is getting more and more ...... The more unruly!

Immediately, a disciple of the Divine Rune Sect who drew No. 1 took the lead in flying from the high wall to the ring of more than two hundred square meters above the lake outside Tianshui City.

A disciple of the Devil Crying Gate drew and drew the number one, and then flew into the ring.

After the two of them saluted to the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Venerable, they started fighting!

As soon as the disciples of the Divine Rune Sect came up, they threw down a large number of runes to seize the opportunity.

The disciples of the Ghost Crying Sect also didn't want to let go, and as soon as they came up, they beckoned the puppets they had refined to attack each other.

As soon as these two people came on the field, they were desperate and put each other to death! It can be seen that the masters and elders on both sides have their own explanations, and they can only win or die!

The two methods were put together, and the fight was earth-shattering, but it was firmly blocked by the protective shield, and it did not affect the outside for half a minute. Even if the spell smashed on the black stone of the ring, I didn't know what the material was, and it obviously smashed a big hole, and in the blink of an eye, it squirmed like a living thing and instantly recovered.

Si Ran didn't have the heart to watch the two of them fight to the death in the ring, and stared at Yun Ge beside Immortal Venerable. I didn't see her draw numbers, and I didn't see anyone give her a number plate, so I didn't know when it would be her turn to play, and I was a little nervous in my heart, so I was naturally absent-minded.

"What's wrong with you?" Thistle Tail suddenly lowered his head and looked at Si Ran with concern.

Si Ran shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Last night can be described as a thrilling night, her spirit is indeed a little bad today, and she is really worried that Yun Ge will have a bad face in case she has it.

Yin Jijun suddenly came over, not to be outdone, and said flatteringly; "Ru Hao, are you tired from cultivating lately? It doesn't matter if you watch the battle of the Yuan Infant Monk or not, or I'll send you back to rest? ”

Lin Zijun, who was paying attention to the ring match, heard the movement behind him, and looked back to see Yan Ruhao's side as always, attracting bees and butterflies, and his dignified peach blossom eyes were a little gloomy.

"Ru'er, I'll let the other female disciples accompany you back to rest."

Si Ran wanted to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly noticed that Immortal Venerable seemed to glance at them intentionally or unintentionally.

She suddenly remembered Xianzun's indifference and ruthlessness, in case she knew that she was Yun Yan who was not dead yet....... Look at the ring match, both sides have hung up the lottery, and they have begun to know how to defend, grinding slowly, and it is estimated that at the end of the day, there will be two games at most.

"Master, I'll go back by myself." His eyes directly rejected the kindness of Ji Wei and Yin Ji Jun, and turned around and left alone.

Lu Yuan stared at Si Ran's back, thoughtful.

Xue Wuxian raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked; "Senior brother, do you also think that this female demon cultivator is a little familiar?"

Lu Yuan nodded. "It's a little familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it." It stands to reason that this female demon is so wicked, she has really dealt with her, it is impossible not to remember. (To be continued.) )