Jiyun Zong, pray for the peak.

The square in front of the Lingxian Hall was full of people, including the top leaders of the sect, including Gao Wuneng, the eight leaders, the sect master Lin Jiuxian was also there, and there were many elders and great elders.

Even the other two Supreme Elders were here, an old woman and an inch-haired man.

Chu Wei stood on Gao Wu Neng's left, Gao Wu Neng's right was Tu Xing Shen, and behind them, there was a group of disciples who belonged to Chu Wei led by those who were qualified to enter the mirror realm, there were probably a few hundred people.

And they all looked up at the altar in front of them at this moment, Chu Wei was no exception, and Chu Wei had a feeling of depression in his heart at the moment, not only him, but except for the three Supreme Elders, everyone here was the same.

The source of the feeling of depression for everyone was a white-haired old man meditating cross-legged on the altar with his eyes closed.

This person has white eyebrows and long beard, his face has traces left by the years, revealing the vicissitudes of life, and he is only wearing a very old pure white cloth robe, only the cuffs are located, there is a faint auspicious cloud imprint.

There was a whisk in his hand, the same strong sense of age, the long handle was blue, a little worn, and the front end was made of the hair of some kind of fierce beast, it was silver, and the color was still bright.

He sat there, as if he was one with heaven and earth, as if he was the sky, unattainable, he was the earth, thick and deep, incomprehensible, terrifying.

He is the ancestor of the Jiyun Sect, an empty and wonderful real person.

Except for the empty Miao Zhenren, the most eye-catching place is not Chu Xiao's place, but the place not far away that makes the sky lose color.

There were three girls standing there, and Lin Xiaozi was wearing a gorgeous tight-fitting robe to support her hot body, but it couldn't cover the spring flowers blooming between her open neckline.

Next to Lin Xiaozi, Shangguan Jing'er wore a gauze robe with translucent sleeves today, revealing her delicate snow arms like jade bones.

However, no matter how she tries to attract people's attention, she is still no match for the existence that glorifies the world on the side.

Ji Yuelou, she also came, wearing a simple white dress and a veil on her face, but she couldn't hide her amazing world, and she still made people addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself.

Even Chu Wei was deeply attracted to him, making him turn his head to watch from time to time.

Above the sky, the white clouds fluttered, and the bright sun was held up by the clouds to reach the top, sprinkling a warm afterglow, making the weather hot.

It was also at this time that Kong Miao Zhenren opened his eyes, black and white, as if anything would be hidden in his eyes, able to see everything.

"Let's go." His voice was flat, and when it came out, the void fluctuated, spreading towards heaven and earth.

At the same time, Kong Miao Zhenren's palm was spread, and a black and white yin and yang bead appeared in the palm of his hand, flying towards the sky.

The ancestors of the other five sects also moved, and the golden-haired old man of the Zhenxiao Sect spread his palms, and the small sun in his hand immediately emitted a dazzling strong light, and went straight to the sky, as if he was going to become the second sun.

When the disciples of the Nightmare Sect saw it, they were all shocked, and their faces showed excitement, especially one of the handsome young men, his eyes were hot, standing in front of many disciples, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes that was not easy to be noticed.

This person is the second prince of the Han Kingdom, and he has been vigorously cultivated by the sect, and he barely cast the spirit nine times when the mirror world was opened this time.

Under the change of the wooden block in the hands of the red-haired young man, the ancestor of the Vitality Gate turned into a wooden bead, turned into a green light, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Halfway up the mountain of Shengshengmen trees, at the end of a branch, on one of the leaves the size of a zhang, stood a person.

This person looked like a young man, his face was white, but his body was a little thin, he looked up at the green light flashing in the sky, and there was envy on his face.

"I wonder how Brother Chu is now?" He is Hua Qiuyue, and his cultivation at this moment is only six times to cast spirits, and he is not qualified to enter the mirror realm.

Then Hua Qiuyue retracted her gaze and looked at her hands, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.

"Now that I've cast my spirit six times, it's time for revenge."

The ancestor of the Senwei Sect, her face was expressionless, the skull in her hand had a ghostly light in her eyes, and an ethereal cry came out of her mouth, and in the shivering of everyone, a white light floated out of the skull, forming a white ball of light, like an out-of-body soul, and the ghost cried wolf and flew out of the sea of extinction.

Behind the altar, there was a figure in the crowd, his body was obviously much fatter than the others, this person was a fat man, wearing a skull robe, and his body was ghostly from time to time.

From the side, his face was full of fat, but if he looked in a different direction, there was a horror on the faces of the people over there, as if they had seen something terrible.

Because on the other side of the fat man's face, there is no flesh and blood, only white bones remain.

He was the fat man Zhou Tu who wanted to kick Chu Wei in the Zijin Square of the Han Kingdom, I don't know what kind of Yin Damage method he cultivated, Ming Ming Ming is average, but he has already cast the spirit nine times, and he has the qualification to enter the mirror world.

"Immortality, for me it's not just as simple as improving the quality of the Daoji, that's mine, tonic." Zhou Tu licked the bone on the right side of his face with his tongue, which was very hideous.

Wuxia Valley, Wei Xiang was in a wonderful figure, standing on the altar, opening his mouth and spitting out a streamer and tactful bead, like a meteor, cutting through the sky.

"I'm going to be perfect this time." Under the altar, Concubine Cheng Zhi wore a white gauze dress, outlining her beautiful curves, she looked at the sky, and her beautiful face was full of anticipation.

Ink Shadow Sect, Mo Qingfan's expression was decisive, he stretched out his hand and flicked the black bead in his hand, and it slammed into the sky.

Behind the altar, there were many disciples who were waiting for the nine times of soul casting, and the ones at the forefront were all sect Tianjiao, but these Tianjiao had doubts in their hearts.

Because there is a man who they have been looking for for a long time, but there is no trace of him, and in front of this person, they dare not call themselves Tianjiao.

Especially in the bitter cold, she looked puzzled.

She was dressed in a light blue long dress, wearing a black translucent gauze coat, with her beautiful and cold face, she was completely a cold beauty.

"Chu Wei......" She also searched in the crowd, but she couldn't see his shadow.

"Sister, don't look for it, he's not here anymore." Beside Yan Han, Sima Jie's blue eyes seemed to shine.

Yan Han Moth frowned slightly and said, "Then where is he?" ”

"Don't worry, he's so good, will the sect treat him badly?" Sima Jie smiled faintly, but his smile was a little meaningful.

Yan Han glanced at Sima Jie, and pretended to be cold and said, "Xiaojie, I'm not worried about him, please pay attention to your words." ”

"Hehe, did I say you were worried about him?"

"You ......"

However, there was also a person in a robe next to the two, and there was a mist overflowing from his body from time to time, and a cold light flashed under this person's cloak when he heard the conversation between the two.

He was Song Jue, who was rescued from the Demon Palace by Mo Qingfan.