They never imagined that the turbid qi coiled on this stone would be so aggressive.

If it can't be purified, it will be counterattacked.

The previous barrier had already dispersed, but no one was rushing forward at this time.

The purification technique used by that person was one of the top ones, and the effectiveness of the spell was also increased several times with the blessing of his spiritual power.

But not only did he not succeed in purifying the turbidity, but he was also knocked away.

The mystery of the Changming Buddha banquet is really extraordinary.

The monk who was lying on the ground struggled for a while, trying to get up again to participate in the competition, but he was so painful that he couldn't get up.

The monk on the side of the stage glanced at him a few times, and had to call someone to come up and drag the man down to heal.

Whether it was on the test stage or on the spectator seats, there was silence.

The five elders were sitting precariously, their faces still solemn, but the four elders straightened up with great interest.

"That stone, I look a little strange." The fourth elder rubbed his chin, and then poked the arm of the fifth elder, "Fifth senior brother, you have been in Changming Temple yesterday, has the first master explained to you why such a link was added to the competition?" ”

In the past, the monk competitions were all directly drawn to each other. This Changming Buddha banquet is an ingenious addition of the screening competition, which is not good but cannot be said to be bad.

The five elders had to use the sound transmission technique to explain the reasons one by one.

The Shuizhai case is too strange, and the blood demon who killed people has disappeared without a trace, so naturally someone is behind it.

That person has such means, and his immortal attainments must be top-notch.

This stone has a little refined blood demon aura attached to it, and it is slightly mixed with the transformation technique. If someone who had been exposed to the breath of the Blood Demon before came across the stone, it would react even if it did; If not, it would be just a stone stained with turbidity, and it would not delay the monks on the platform from performing the purification technique.

When the four elders heard this, they bent their eyes and praised, "Fang Fang is really an old fox." ”

In the immortal cultivation world, almost all the top young monks in immortal art stood on the competition platform.

If any of them really came into contact with the blood demon's aura, they would definitely show their feet later; If not, this stone will give the participating monks a headache for a while.

Because judging from the situation just now, the turbidity on the stone is not so easy to purify.

The monks who had been preparing for several years never expected that they would actually fold on a broken stone.

Because the original blood demon aura was brought out by Li Chi from the water village, he also discovered the unusual turbidity of the stone with a sharp eye. Li Chi, who has a delicate heart, thought for a while and vaguely guessed the intention of Changming Temple.

It's really ingenious.

But......

He looked up at the judging stand due east, and sneered in his heart - not all the top monks were on the judging bench.

"It's moving, Senior Brother Li, someone on the stage has moved." Shang Ci pointed with some excitement.

Li Chi heard the sound and looked.

Because there were more than 300 people standing on the test platform, the monks stood very tightly, their heels against their toes, and their shoulders rubbing against their shoulders.

Mu Guili slowly walked out of the crowd, and the black sect uniform on his body was like an inky black sword blade, piercing the hesitation and uneasiness that permeated the test platform.

"Young Sect Master, it's Senior Brother!"

"Nonsense, it's not like I don't have eyes." Mu Shi stared at the black-clothed man who was as sharp as a knife on the test table, with envy and warmth in his eyes that he had never discovered, "You guys, don't hurry up yet." ”

"Yes!"

Even if there are many grievances in private, at this time, no one in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not proud of Mu Guiliang.

In the past few years, it was indeed he who took the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which was originally unable to stir up wind and waves, to win a place in the immortal cultivation world.

He is an illegitimate child raised in the shadows, and he is also a great hero who stands in glory.

He is Mu Gui Fence.

Mu Shi clenched his fingers suddenly, there were ink clouds surging in his eyes, and his emotions were obscure.

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Sect!" The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the spectator seats were driven by Mu Shi and immediately raised the cloth banner in their hands, and then shook it desperately. One by one, they howled like little wolf cubs with green eyes. "Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother!"

"Why is this Ten Thousand Swords Sect so crazy?" A disciple of the Yang Sword Sect muttered dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it just that it is temporarily ranked first on the immortal list." ”

"Don't complain, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has had such a habit a long time ago, and it wasn't because it was ranked first on the Immortal Spirit List."

......

When Mu Guili heard the shout, he unconsciously clenched the killing sword in his hand.

He knew that these shouts were dedicated to Mu Jiu, to the Mu wine that could bring supreme honor to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

When Mu Leiting, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, recognized him, he gave him the name of wine and the words to return to the fence.

In contrast to the rightful heir of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Shijiu, it seems to reflect the importance that Mu Leiting attaches to this illegitimate child.

However, Mu Guili knew that he would never be able to get on the stage of the Mu family.

His gaze swept over the distant crowd, and his gaze briefly met with Mu Shi's.

The little boy who would smile at him in his memory coincided with the vague figure in front of him, Mu Guili nodded slightly, and walked directly to the skull stone surrounded by turbidity.

On the judging platform, several important figures from Changming Temple, Cangling Pavilion, and Jiufang Palace sat steadily, and when they caught a glimpse of the black-clothed young man standing out from the crowd below, their eyes couldn't hide their admiration.

"This son is so determined, he should have discovered the way to crack it." A master bowed slightly, feeling that the benefits of this opening were about to fall on the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"When the Immortal Talks, this person was also the most prominent." Cangling Pavilion Lord Jun An's eyes showed appreciation.

"It's just some low-grade sect monks, how can they compare to the pride of heaven in our three major sects." The deputy palace master of the Nine-Fold Palace, who was reclining on a soft chair, held a wine bud in his hand, and the mask on his face was strange and bewitching. His voice was as hoarse as fire, as old as an eighty-year-old man.

But looking at the figure, he is a man in his prime.

"Amitabha." A master clasped his hands together, and his gaze still fell on Mu Guiliang, "The deputy palace master's words are too absolute, and the old man does not dare to agree." ”

"Also, Changming Temple is the brightest and most sacred place in the world, and a master ......" the deputy palace master smiled lowly, his voice hoarse, "A master has a bright mind, naturally he will not be as vulgar and rude as me. ”

"You seem to have something to say." Jun Zi'an frowned and looked at him.

"Pavilion Master, you've thought too much." The deputy palace master, Hang Erlang, put the wine at will on the spot, and staggered to his feet, "I'll go to Xiaojie and I'll be back soon." ”

His steps were vain, and every step seemed to be on the clouds.

Seeing this, the disciples who came with the Nine Palaces immediately wanted to go over and pick him up.

"Fuck off, I'm not that wasted yet!" The deputy palace master burped in a trembling manner, and then threatened in a gloomy manner, "Don't come with me, or I'll break your legs!" ”