He walked behind Zhang Mengmeng, unaware that he had become the object of admiration and envy in the eyes of others. In the Demon Dao, there are not a few female disciples, and the Holy Water Sect of the Interpretation Sect does not accept male disciples at all. Countless witches, or dignified, or charming, or cold, or lustful @ love, all stared at Yinchen at this time, as if they were watching some cute little animals, of course, there were also a few little girls who were about the same age as Yinchen, secretly sending autumn waves to Yinchen, and the eyes that looked at Yinchen were full of pink fantasies about the future and tomorrow.

The silver-white hair fluttered gently in the blue-black night breeze, and the strands spread out like expensive silk threads drawn from silver. The pure silver pupils with delicate magic patterns are clear, like the finest snow-capped mountain holy spring. Although there was not the slightest fluctuation of vitality on Yinchen's body, not even the fluctuation generated by the "Clear Wind Decision" that he had worked hard for three years, his confident steps and the high-spirited and indifferent look on his delicate little face still made others feel a pressure from the strong. Although mages are not warriors, they do not have their own threatening aura, and they do not have that kind of victorious coercion, but the intangible momentum exuded by their own spiritual power and domain power is not weaker than those powerful warriors who have been famous for a long time.

The long black hair, the long silver hair, flickered and floated in the dark night and the bonfire, one tall and one short, the flying robes, the delicate face, and the arrogant and high-spirited look, unconsciously formed a beautiful picture. Until the two of them walked away, those disciples of the Demon Dao Pei Yuan were still ghostly, and some even followed them by ghosts.

A quarter of an hour ago, at the same time that Yinchen urgently closed the door of the secret realm that had been opened by mistake, the elite disciples of the Hundred Sects of Righteous Demons in the world finally reached a simple verbal agreement that would later be nicknamed the "October Consensus". At the same time, the righteous path and the demon path were silent about the blood sacrifice of the thousand people in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and at the same time, the Demon Wei Pavilion "invited fellow Daoists" to explore the secret realm together. The "Red Blood Demon Realm" is not a small place, it is estimated that it is much larger than a city, and the two realms of righteousness and demons add up to less than 20,000 people entering, and if a single is scattered, the probability of meeting is really not high. The Demon Pavilion, in turn, was a gimmick, trying to persuade each faction to send more people in.

Because of the "Blood Gate Vision" that Yinchen inadvertently made, the people of the Demon Pavilion, from the distraction elders who were hiding, to the temporary disciples who were whispering in the distance, all thought that the Gathering Yuan Style of sealing the secret realm had changed, and it was necessary to open the secret realm in advance, so in the midst of Lei Qianqi's muttering, the jumping feet and scolding of the Rising Sun Master, the whispered prayers of the prison worship, and Fang Tianhang's indifferent bullet pressure, a scream before death rang out from the valley. Among the official disciples of the Demon Pavilion, 12 people were divided, and they joined forces with the people of the Poison Dragon Sect and the Holy Water Sect, brutally poisoning the thousand non-poisonous people. The buckets of boiling blood squeezed out by secret methods continued to pour into the eyeball in the deep valley with a diameter of hundreds of paces, and as the blood continued to pour in, the blue pupils of the eyeballs also suddenly erupted with dazzling blood light.

In the sky above the valley, blood-colored rays slowly emerged, slowly grew, and slowly outlined the shape of a gate, and in a quarter of an hour, it could not collect a lot of blood at all, so that gate was just a vague shadow.

It was at this time that the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes were taken out by the casual cultivators who had been making soy sauce in the bear cave at the bottom of the mountain. It is impossible for more than 10,000 people to reach the secret realm at one time through the Juyuan style, and they can only go in batches, so the order of going has become a problem, after all, everyone wants to enter the secret realm first, so as to find an opportunity for themselves. And there has been only one way to solve this problem for thousands of years, and that is sectarian gambling.

There are many ways to gamble in the sect, this time because the time is very tight, the simplest way is adopted, that is, the two duel, who wins, who represents the sect is in front of the other sect, so it has been lined up, two hundred sects, plus scattered cultivation, but also more than three hundred, although it is the easiest way to decide, but it is not only to come. So the ten major sects of good and evil simply played Lai, the Demon Wei Pavilion Shenjian Sect each organized a group of elite disciples, the first wave entered together, and the remaining ten major sects competed internally to determine the ranking, and then according to the ranking of the hundred sects of the demon suppression on the rivers and lakes, every ten were divided into a stage, and they competed with each other, and finally took the first sect of each stage to form the second batch to enter, and the rest came according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the sentence "If you don't want to, you won't wait" made the Loose Cultivation Alliance reluctantly compromise.

In short, the monk competition is inevitable, and in order to win a good fortune, the ten major sects decided to show the form of the competition, of course, the ten major sects here are six of the ten major sects circulating on the rivers and lakes, and then add two powerful sects on both sides of the righteous path and the demon path that are second only to them. The Demon Power Pavilion of the Divine Sword Sect is not comparable, and the puppet sect of the Heavenly Evil Temple did not come, which provided an opportunity for the other four sects.

Yinchen slowly walked to the place where the two realms of righteousness and demons rested and competed in Zhang Mengmeng's introduction. Cultivating divine skills, many times it is as boring as hard days, and it is rare to have a pastime, even if it is a gambling fight that does not hurt your life at all, it is also very exciting. Zhang Mengmeng pulled up the silver dust to see the excitement, because the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Divine Sword Gate did not need to fight.

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"Evil!" On a certain mountain road leading to the top of Wangtian Peak, there was the sorrowful and indignant shout of the Venerable Master of the Rising Sun.

The Demon Dao Righteous Paths who were walking towards the "Entrance Qualifying" arena all paused slightly, and turned their eyes to look in the direction where the sound came from, and just happened to see the Venerable Master Shengyang fighting with an old face, and stopped Fang Tianhang and several of his junior disciples.

Fang Tianhang glanced at the old man in front of him, didn't say anything, and walked around to the side, as if he would lose the price if he said a word to him. And a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect beside him completely ignored the age of this elder and his good reputation in the rivers and lakes, and even disregarded the identity of the elder and junior, not at all like a righteous person, and said in a tone that only the second middle school ruffian would use, pretending to be noble but extremely self-righteous: "Good dogs don't get in the way!"

"Bah!" The Venerable Shengyang's face immediately turned purple, and a mouthful of thick phlegm almost sprayed on the disciple's face, he seemed to still hold on to his identity, and did not pay attention to the disciple at all, but pointed at Fang Tianhang's nose and scolded: "You evil obstacle! The old man should really take the place of that Xue Sword Saint (Xue Wuxian) to discipline you well! How valuable can the treasure in that secret realm be? Can it be more expensive than the righteousness of the world! He actually let those thousand people die for the sake of the slightest so-called treasure that he didn't know if he could get his hands on! You are the first person among the disciples of the Righteous Path! The future leader of the Righteous Path! You actually did the thing of compromising and conceding to the people of the Demon Dao! Are you still worthy of the chivalrous heart of the Divine Sword Gate? Are you worthy of the seniors and masters in the Divine Sword Sect? Are you worthy of the seniors and masters in the Divine Sword Sect? Are you worthy of ......?" The Venerable Sun roared like a vent, and his voice echoed the voices of those who had been slain, not at all loud and harsh, but rather a very uncomfortable and desolate taste.

He roared, and then was interrupted by Fang Tianhang's complete disrespect.

"Okay old dog, don't shout in front of this seat, you are not ashamed of the presence of so many people! This seat is the imperial court's order hall, should you be thrown into a prison cell and locked up for a few months if you collide with this seat? Don't tell this seat about the rules of the Tao, the biggest rule in the world is that the people do not fight with the officials, and the mountain gate of your Shengyang faction is still within the jurisdiction of this seat! I heard that there are often bandits there......

"Fang Tianhang! you are unexpectedly!" When the Venerable Shengyang heard his words, his neck turned purple with anger.

"What's the matter?" Fang Tianhang tilted his head very handsomely, and the light brown hair on the top of his head was also like a cockscomb, and he swayed proudly: "This seat has wronged you, old dog! Don't pretend to be a righteous and awe-inspiring hero in front of this seat, this seat sees that you want to save the wrong Divine Sword Gate and the Demon Pavilion, right? I don't have the ability, so I want to find our Divine Sword Sect to come out for you, but you can't get back to your disciples? You are also a big person, do you think that those precious disciples of yours can survive until this time when they fall into the hands of the Demon Dao? Idiot!" Fang Tianhang said these very hurtful words arrogantly, and then he didn't care about the Venerable Rising Sun, who was standing in front of him, so ashamed, angry, and disappointed that he was almost about to have a heart pump, he brutally pushed him away and walked forward on his own.