"Wind Ridge Pavilion is really wonderful!" Yun Yun couldn't help but sigh looking at the few people who were only in the middle stage of the god transformation that remained.

"Sect Master, do you want to call them back again?" the scholar asked.

"No need. Yun Yun said.

"Since you really want to follow, I won't treat you badly, what do you think this is?" After walking in front of those people, Yun Yun waved his hand and took out the Seven Soul Induction Primers and asked.

"Sect Master Xie!" Several people saw that their soul induction tears were about to fall, and hurriedly knelt down to thank them.

In the following days, many people changed their minds one after another and came to Yunyun.

However, Yun Yun didn't immediately return the soul induction to them, but just said that she wouldn't treat them badly.

A year later, the three major sects completely booked the matter of the arena, and the location was in the Purple Xuan Domain of Zi Zhenxiao.

For this place, although Yun Yun was a little resistant, she had to go, she didn't have the confidence to jump out of the rules and sneak in under the noses of the powerhouses.

At the time of departure, there were already more than two hundred entourages in the Transformation God Realm, although they were not elites, but they were okay.

The most surprising thing is the Divine Source Realm, the original elders have all returned, after all, the Soul Induction is still here in Yunyun.

The journey, although far away, was relatively close compared to the Yuntian Sect that was far away on the edge of the Zixuan Continent.

However, there is always a feeling of 50 steps and 100 steps.

Fortunately, there were a lot of teleportation arrays on the road, and it didn't take too much time for everyone to cross left and right.

As for the teleportation array that went directly to the Purple Xuan Domain, no one was willing to use it at a critical moment of life and death.

Looking at the familiar environment around her, Yun Yun didn't feel embarrassed or missed.

As the only one in the entire sect who can enter and leave the sect freely, she doesn't like to stay in such a place.

There is no other reason, just "too cold".

Zi Zhenxiao didn't put on a show just because he was strong, they prepared the best residences for all the sects present.

After Yun Yun settled, she stayed alone in a room, she was waiting, waiting for someone to show up.

"You're still alive... After you disappeared back then, Gen also disappeared... Have you seen him?" and a lean old man, both in his robe and in his countenance, appeared.

His voice sounded quite gentle, but his tone was very contradictory and cold, "Xuan'er" was Yunyun's master Zi Xuankong.

"I... I—" Yun Yun was speechless, she wanted to say that she couldn't remember all the memories of her master, and she was afraid of being thin so she slapped her to death.

She is not important in this sect, only her master can speak for her.

"If you see him, bring him to me!" The thin old man didn't want to reason too much with Yun Yun, so he planned to leave after speaking.

"I... I can't remember the name of my master... Can you tell me?" Yun Yun said after kneeling.

"I'm not going to see you again after this!" the thin old man shouted in confusion and then rage.

Immediately after, he disappeared without a trace.

He is the Great Elder of Zi Zhenxiao, Zi Xuanming, and Zi Xuankong's father.

Although Zi Xuankong's personality has changed greatly after he was abolished by a mysterious person, Zi Xuanming's favorite descendant is still him.

It doesn't matter what kind of character he is, whether he has cultivation or not.

Even his body was sacrificed for his life.

It's just incomprehensible that Zi Xuankong, who has changed his person, can still be loved by Zi Xuanming.

Or is it love?

The next day, Yun Yun came to Zi Zhenxiao's council hall on behalf of the Wind Ridge Pavilion.

Here, Zi Zhenxiao will announce the rules of the game.

The person sitting on the main seat was not Zi Xuanming, it was the old man who snatched Yun Yun's eyes, Zi Zhenxiao's sect leader Zi Xuansheng.

He saw that Yun Yun only smiled kindly, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Yun Yun also saw an acquaintance, the old man of Yun Tianzong, he was no longer what he used to be, and his aura was many times stronger than before.

But Yun Yun, who has the color of creation, knows that the old man's longevity is suddenly strong and insufficient, and sometimes there is even no so-called "longevity" at all.

This is a very strange phenomenon, and the old man must have used some special means.

However, the most bizarre thing is that he doesn't seem to know Yun Yun anymore, as if he has changed as a different person.

"Everyone, I think everyone wants to know who released the news from the Chaos Holy Land at this time, right? Maybe someone has already caught some rumors! Today, I'll tell you the answer, she is sitting among us!" Zi Xuansheng said slowly.

As if on purpose, he didn't finish his sentence completely.

But there are still many people here who are looking at Yunyun.

"Well, it seems that everyone knows something! yes, it's her!" Zi Xuansheng said with a smile.

The same smile as Purple Shenlin.

"You should have the original map, right?" Zixuan Saint asked, looking at Yun Yun.

"No! the map I got has already been traded out of Windpron City!" Yun Yun said firmly.

"No, hahaha! If you really don't, you should think that it was the original, how do you know that it is not the original?" Zi Xuansheng smiled even more.

"I can't play word games with you, believe it or not! I don't have what you said I was anyway!" said Yun Yun scoundrelly.

"Then tell me how you got this map?" said Zi Xuansheng aggressively.

"Forgive me for not being able to tell me!" Yun Yun said directly.

"Hehe, yes, everyone has a secret!" Zi Xuansheng said with a sly smile.

"Ahem, the rules of the arena are actually quite simple, but it's up to you to accept them!" Zi Xuansheng then said.

"First, everyone must wear my special mask for Zi Zhenxiao when they enter. Second, everyone's faction is assigned according to the color change of the mask after entering the venue. Third, the sect master cannot leave things out of the way. Zi Xuansheng deliberately paused for a moment and then said.

"And how do you judge the winner?" someone asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not saying! At that time, the camp will be divided into two camps, black and white, and it will end with the total destruction of black or white! At the time of settlement, the first thirty sects with the most disciples on the winning side will be eligible to participate in the Holy Land of Time Chaos. Zi Xuansheng said.

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

None of the people here are stupid, and the meaning of this rule is simply to say that "the arena is a decoration, and we have the final say on who can participate".

After all, it was Zi Zhenxiao's special mask, and if he didn't want anyone to participate, he just had to divide most of the other party's disciples into the relatively weak side.

Moreover, many of the same disciples are very well-related existences, and many of them are even relatives, so it is too cruel to let them wear masks and kill each other.

The most important thing is that the sect master must play, which is enough to make people ponder.

But no one dared to question it, including the other two major sects, who took Zi Zhenxiao as their leader.

"Rest assured, the distribution of masks and the location of each person's entry are random, absolutely fair!" Zi Xuansheng finally added.

The words, said like this, whether anyone believes it or not are two words.