As the name suggests, a ritual dance refers to a dance dedicated to sacrifice in front of the altar of a fresco.

But millions of years have passed, and the sea can be turned into mulberry fields, which is already an ancient dance that cannot be verified, and who will?

However, since the monk can seize the transformation, fight for the opportunity, and fight for his life with the sky, how can he be stumped by this small sacrificial dance?

Soon, because the latecomers believed that the first person had already obtained the treasure mirror in the shrine, the people began a long brawl.

Just by fighting, the observant noticed that as they fought longer and longer, the circle of light on the mural would flicker in a mysterious pattern, and the frequency would increase all the time.

Therefore, some people speculate that it may be that the fluctuations in the spiritual power generated by the monks during the battle will stimulate a certain formation hidden in the mural, and the so-called sacrificial dance in ancient times may actually be a kind of competition mode of the ancient monks.

Therefore, there was a picture of the round platform being set up later, and the heroes from all walks of life came to compete.

Of course, to be called a competition, you naturally need some color heads.

Under the leadership of several Yuanhua Realm cultivators, the juniors of the Hundred Veins Realm were gearing up one after another, and each of them happily participated in this somewhat humble ring competition.

The rules are also very simple, according to the remaining text description on the mural, in the last process of "gratitude" in ancient times, all ancient monks who participated in the sacrificial dance were able to obtain the blessings brought by the spirit mirror.

You may get treasures from it, or you may get the mystical skills or techniques you practice, in short, everyone is different.

As for the reward for the first place, it is natural to be able to get the most precious treasure, the "Spirit Mirror".

According to their respective realms, the monks signed up for the "festival dance" on their own, and decided the order of the final participation in the "Thanksgiving" according to the order of ranking.

However, millions of years have passed, and the opportunity given by "gratitude" has not been exhausted, so the monks who participate in the "sacrificial dance" competition need to provide their own lottery heads, which is actually a bet, that is, the winner gets the treasure of the loser.

In fact, the reason why a large part of the monks still stopped here was that if they didn't get any chance to create a transformation, with the presence of the Yuanhua Realm monks, they would be able to compete for the treasure relatively fairly and safely.

As for the "spiritual food" in the middle, this level is quite simple, which roughly means offering sacrifices for sacrifices.

Among the monks present, there are many people who have not yet opened the valley, and even if they need any natural treasures, they can afford it, so everyone in this pass doesn't care.

"This uncle, how many times has this been?"

Qingyun asked a middle-aged monk in front of him with a smile.

Not to mention, although there are countless deceitful conspiracies in the cultivation realm, Qingyun's harmless young man's face still gives people a very good first impression, at least the hostility will be reduced a lot.

The middle-aged monk was dressed in a strong suit, dressed quite capably, and the demeanor of some children of the family was not big.

Seeing that the person who asked the question was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his cultivation in the middle of the Hundred Veins Realm was similar to his own, he replied with a smile:

"It's been more than 20 fights, and the frequency of the aperture flickering on the mural has long been saturated, but for some reason it has not been able to move on to the next stage. ”

"But the food?"

"Yes, it seems that the young man has already inquired very clearly on the way?"

The middle-aged monk replied, and then he saw Xiao Luoyi, who was about the same height as him, beside Qingyun.

The Thirty-Three Realms have been closed for a long time, and there are not many Yuanhua Realm monks who are still alive now, seeing that the other party's bearing is as deep as the sea, the middle-aged monk only thinks that he is the leading disciple of the Qingyun Master's Sect, and he doesn't want to provoke right and wrong, so he bows naturally.

Xiao Luo didn't refuse, he accepted the salute calmly, and asked in a cold voice:

"Do you know the origins of the above Yuanhua Realm monks?"

The middle-aged monk didn't dare to hide it, and said in fear:

"I can't be a Taoist friend, and my predecessors have lifted it up. The younger generation only knew that they were trying two, the tall and thin old man was from the Yukong Gate, and the handsome young man was from the Guihai Caves. ”

When Xiao Luo heard this, his face suddenly showed surprise, and he said:

"The Yukong Gate in Yanzhou and the Guihai Cave in Cheongju?"

The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded, and patted a little fart by the way:

"The predecessors are very knowledgeable, and it is these two sects. ”

For these two "famous factions", Qingyun naturally had no ears in his eyes, and directly cast an inquiring glance at Sister Xiao, only to hear her say concisely:

"Although these two sects are not big forces, they have their own characteristics, so they have some names. The Jade Empty Gate is good at refining jade, casting soldiers with jade, and the Guihai Cave is located in the easternmost part of Qingzhou on the boundless heavenly sea, and few heirs are born. I heard that they have a lot of research on wind spiritual power and water spiritual power, and they also have a close relationship with the Kuixing faction, one of the four factions in the three days. ”

Qingyun was immediately very curious when he heard this, this Guihai Cave is okay, at most, it is a little less mysterious to enter the WTO, and the jade is soft and brittle, this jade empty gate can use jade to cast weapons, it is really a wonderful idea.

The young master was thinking about it in his heart, and the two people who were competing on the stage seemed to be about to decide the winner, so he heard the tall and thin old man shout:

"Night Moon Ring!"

I saw that several small jade rings that were as smooth as a crisp were thrown out with a brush, pouring out a faint streamer like a rolling curtain, and quietly suspended in front of the old man.

"It's actually a set of mid-level magic weapons, and I don't know how many products it can have. ”

Xiao Luo looked at the five jade rings that shone with a full moonlight, and his eyes showed a little appreciation, and he couldn't help but remind Qingyun of the fat sheep of the Earth Fire Palace who were killed by Jiang Liu'er.

"The Night Moon Ring Pendant is one of the very rare magic weapons in the Jade Sky Gate, don't look at these jade pendants are just three-grade magic weapons, but once combined, they are ever-changing, and the power is not inferior to the ordinary high-grade magic weapons, and even can reach the category of foreign treasures, how can this old man He De actually deserve to have this thing?"

Seeing that the old man took out the Night Moon Ring, the locals of Yanzhou or the monks with eyesight immediately discussed in private.

"Daoist friends don't know, this old man is the grandson of Zhong Xiao, the core disciple of the Jade Empty Sect, Zhong Liang, hey, it's the blue-robed young man holding a jade gun on the stage, isn't it normal to be able to get this treasure?"

"I see, but as far as I know, Quan Linfeng of Guihai Cave is also a genius boy, and legend has it that he cultivated to the late stage of the Hundred Veins Realm at the age of no more than his early twenties, and this talent is comparable to the Tianjiao in the three days and four factions in the world!"

Hearing this, Qingyun's face moved, and he suddenly felt that the name Quan Linfeng seemed to be a little familiar, but he didn't know where he had heard it.

"What, do you know Quan Linfeng?"

Xiao Luoyi asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, I just think this name is very familiar, and it's strange. ”

At this time, after seeing Zhong Liang take out the Night Moon Ring, the handsome young man Quan Linfeng couldn't help but show a mocking look on his face, and said in a low voice:

"It's really a pearl, such a treasure is ruined in the hands of an old immortal. ”

"Boy, you say Shenma?"

Although Quan Linfeng's voice was not loud, Zhong Liang, who was also on the school field, was clearly audible, and he was suddenly furious, only to see Quan Linfeng smile casually, and pouted again:

"Uncle, you better go home and rest, otherwise if you fall with your bones, be careful to lose your life, hahaha!"

The attitude can be described as arrogant.

When Zhong Liang heard this, he almost distorted the three strands of long beard that he was quite comfortable with, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed, and he saw that his hands were quickly sealed, and then he poured all the spiritual power of his whole body into the Night Moon Ring.

A total of five crescent-shaped jade rings suddenly bloomed in the air with brilliant streamers, and then the five jade rings spun in unison, instantly turning into a small full moon scimitar, and the blade pointed directly at this arrogant and domineering all-facing wind.

In fact, this Zhong Liang's realm is still higher than that of Quan Linfeng, and he is about to condense the Yuan Shen Fetal Clothes, otherwise Zhong Xiao would not have taken it with him.

However, Quan Linfeng was able to cultivate to the late stage of the Hundred Veins Realm at a young age, how could he be an easy person?

"Hurry!"

With a wave of Zhong Liang's two fingers, the Night Moon Huanpei slashed towards the whole wind with the sound of the howling wind, and even the ground of the round platform was faintly cut into a shallow opening.

"Die!"

Looking at Zhong Liang's hatred, he seemed to roar the word "death", and Quan Linfeng also snorted coldly, and the essence in his eyes soared.

I saw that he suddenly retreated back a little, and then his figure slowly faded, as if it was about to turn into a wisp of green smoke.

Just when Zhong Liang thought that his night moon was about to split this hateful stinky boy in two, a strange scene appeared!

There was no blood in the sky as the old man imagined, and the scimitar, which was several feet long, actually went straight through Quan Linfeng's body, hit the formation behind him, and got stuck in the barrier formed by the formation!

Since the formation was arranged by several Yuanhua Realm cultivators, no matter how powerful the Night Moon Huanpei was, it was only a Hundred Veins Realm junior who urged him, so he didn't break through it.

At this time, he heard the phantom-like all-in-the-wind monster laugh, and shouted coldly:

"Spirit Blade!"

Immediately, his entire body suddenly dissipated, turning into countless wind blades, which shot at Zhong Liang with lightning speed.

"Junior, dare!"

Zhong Xiao saw the clue at this time, and suddenly felt anxious, and said coldly.

Originally, Zhong Liang planned to completely kill Quan Linfeng with his strongest blow, but this son actually dodged with his own supernatural powers, and now this old man can be said to be exhausted and physically exhausted, like a lone lamp in the snow, it will be cold at any time.

However, this Zhong Hao is also Zhong Xiao's highest grandson, he has protected the old man in the Thirty-Three Realms for a long time, and now he finally has the opportunity to compete for a creation, how can he be willing to let Zhong Liang die before he can leave the school?

It's just that as soon as his voice fell, he heard another voice say lightly:

"Brother Zhong, don't break the rules. ”

It was a young monk who was richly dressed.

This person looks slightly smaller than Bai Zhizheng, less than thirty, although the bronzed healthy skin and his light white robe do not match very well, but his cultivation is strong and abnormal, and he is obviously also a master.

As he spoke, he pointed his sword horizontally and directly stopped Zhong Xiao, who wanted to intervene.

"Fuck off! That's my grandson!"

Seeing this, the blue-robed Zhong Xiao was immediately furious.

"Humph!"

Listening to the cold snort of the flower-robed monk, the long sword was slashed horizontally, and he also fought without saying a word, and his attitude was the same as that of the whole wind below, and it was obvious that it was not a family that did not enter the door.