Uncle Ji, the head of the house, lowered his eyes at night and fell to the five people below.

They are Zhao Zhongting, the former patriarch of the Zhao clan, Xiao Mingbo of the Xiao clan, Chu Huan, the master of the Immortal Fu Peak, Xiahou Xuan of the Spirit Array Peak, and Xiao Bo, the master of the Demon Hall of the Xing Peak.

After Ji Shuye stared at them one by one, he immediately fell on the two who had never spoken.

Zhuge Yan frowned and was silent, and Cao Qiji lowered his head in silence.

In the end, Ji Shuye's eyes fell on Zhao Mengjing.

Zhao Mengjing slowly raised his head and stared at the head with an expressionless face.

After a long time, his eyes drooped, "Please also ask the master to abdicate!"

Ji Shuye stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were deep, his face was deep, and his breath was calm.

An hour later, an edict from the Zixiao Hall spread all over the peaks:

Ji Shuye, the head of Zixiao, saw himself as unable to take charge of the sect, so he voluntarily stepped down from the position of head of the sect, and the elders of the sect chose a new head of the sect!

Suddenly, the peaks were in an uproar, and the whole sect was in turmoil.

Three days later, this edict spread throughout Qinghong Prefecture at a very fast speed.

The six factions were shocked and terrified.

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And Sima Yuan, who had just left, naturally didn't know what was happening on the main peak, and he was still on the battle boat at this moment.

He looked up at the two closed doors on the top floor, and then at the companions who had already found a room on his side.

He picked one of them, and when he was about to go, a figure suddenly came, glanced back at Sima Yuan, and stepped into it with a smile.

Sima Yuan frowned, that person was Xiao Yan.

The two Jindan Peak masters are on top, and it is not good to make a big move.

He immediately turned his gaze and chose a slightly humble one.

After stepping into it, his eyes swept away, and in addition to a bed, there was still a silent green lamp sitting on the spiritual wood table.

Empty and deserted, there is nothing.

Sima Yuan didn't care, sat cross-legged, and went straight to breathe.

He pondered that among the ten people this time, Ye Qingshan's cultivation in the past was clumsy, and he had not completely peeked at it, and when he looked at it today, he knew that it was the peak existence of the foundation, and it was only a line away from the half-step golden pill.

The rest of the people, such as Xiao Yan, Zhao Mengshen, Luo Dao, Zhuge Wuchang and others, are all at the peak of the foundation!

Except for Sima Yuan and other six people who are at the peak of foundation building, the other four are all in the late stage of foundation building.

They are Zheng Hao of the Spirit Array Peak, Lin Yu of the Immortal Fu Peak, Hao Youcai of the Treasure Peak and Chen Rusheng of the Main Peak.

The strength of the lineup this time can be seen!

Sima Yuan groaned and turned out a jade slip, which contained many additions to the strength of many forces in addition to what his senior sister Chen Qingwan said that day.

This discussion conference was held on the site of the former Western Underworld Sect, and in addition to the six giants, there were still many side sects among the participating factions.

For example, the Flying Feather Gate, Ningbi Palace, Qingyan Sect and Sun Moon Altar attached to the Spirit Beast Pavilion, the Yin Yang Sect and the Huanxi Temple that have always coveted the Illusory Dream Xuan, and finally the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance such as the Ten Thousand Swords Gate and the Xingchen Sword Sect that regard the Imperial Sword Gate as a great enemy of life and death.

In addition, there are many organizations such as the Shadowless Palace, the Heavenly Weapon Society, and the Alchemy League.

When Sima Yuan and the others left the sect by boat, many dark tides in the Zixiao Sect finally converged to the critical apex.

Like a tightly held bowstring, it has reached the limit of breaking, and when the time comes, it will break with a bang.

The ruins, the ruins of the Western Underworld.

This place is located in the ruins of the West Underworld Sect in the central fertile plain of Qinghong Prefecture, which has long since lost the prosperity of the past, and after the smoke has passed, it has all turned into ruins.

The devastation and ruins of the walls are everywhere, the croaking of lonely crows can be heard everywhere, and the eerie and cold aura of horror adds to the terrification of the place.

Some of the white bones buried deep under the scorched soil were turned out of the ground by many 'treasure diggers', and under the perennial sun, wisps of what seemed to be curling green smoke rose up. The green smoke was soulless, but it transformed into a humanoid beast, with fangs and claws in a hideous state.

Bursts of cold and cold wind whistled by, blowing away the graceful pillars of smoke like a dream, and also bringing bursts of desolate howls.

It's creepy and chilling.

Ten miles away from the southeast of the ruins, there is a majestic platform made of hundreds of large and small green rock stacks.

The platform is wide enough to accommodate thousands of people without being too crowded, and there seem to be runes flickering between the rock crevices around it, and the connection is continuous, as if it is a whole and difficult to separate.

Judging by the exquisiteness of its layout, it must have come from the joint work of a formation master and the Fu Gong Grandmaster, and such a large stroke could only be taken by the six giants.

The platform is surrounded by mountains in all directions, with lush green trees, lush greenery, and undulating mountains.

At this moment, there are nearly 100 strong figures living here, they are either from the counties of Qinghong Prefecture, or many immortal blessed lands, spiritual mountains and rivers.

A lot of noisy and noisy sounds are locked in this recess, and the people are even more vocal.

Now occupying the northeast is the four minions of the Spirit Beast Pavilion such as the Flying Feather Gate of the Qinghong Northeast Sect, the Ningbi Palace, the Qingyan Sect and the Sun Moon Altar.

The Flying Feather Gate is good at controlling birds, especially in raising iron feather goshawks, blue feathers and white feather cranes, which are quite favored by the Spirit Beast Pavilion, because it worships hundreds of birds and spirit feathers for the Spirit Beast Pavilion all year round, and has made outstanding achievements;

Ningbi Palace specializes in raising small things such as rivers and lakes, shrimp, spirit crabs, etc., but these are just a cover for its eyes, and it is rumored that there is a land mangjiao comparable to a half-step Jindan in its jurisdiction!

Qingyan Sect, this sect was originally the Lingyan Hall of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, and later because of the needs of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, it was in charge of the counties of the countries under its jurisdiction in the name of the sect, and the Taoist method and beast control skills were cultivated, which can be called the loyal servant of the Spirit Beast Pavilion!

The Sun Moon Altar is also both good and evil, sometimes rebellious and sometimes repetitive, and has been harvested by the Spirit Beast Pavilion one after another, but this sect is still ambitious like the Demon Sect, and has always wanted to replace the Spirit Beast Pavilion.

There seems to be the shadow of the dragon scale state behind Gaiyin.

In addition, there are many organizations such as the Shadowless Palace, the Heavenly Artifact Society's Spirit Weapon Hall, and the Alchemy Alliance Dharma Protector Hall, but these organizations do not participate in the fighting method, and only provide trading opportunities for the various sects and even the six sects.

A businessman is profitable, and he is kind and profitable.

The Northwest Yin Yang Sect, Huanxi Temple, etc. set up tents during the day, and there were bursts of wheezing and roaring from within them, which made many righteous sects red-faced and angry, and some people rushed in with red necks and half a sound, and after coming out, they were still unfinished, which made the fellow disciples and brothers despised.

As for the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, such as the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, the Star Sword Sect, and the Sword Saint Pavilion that guarded the eastern portal, they were clustered together, and the sword intent was soaring into the sky, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

In the north, Wang Jiangyuan of Wufu Nanping County, Wu Yongde, the ancestor of Gao Qi Kingdom, Sun Xue'e, the lord of Banyue City of Fengjin Kingdom, Qin Shou, the eldest young master of the Qin family of Qingping County of Duckweed Country, and Zhen Qinglian, the notorious corrupt official of Fuyu Country, and many other scattered cultivators gathered here, and their eyes were full of eagerness and hope from time to time, and they were waiting for it.

In the west, two 'enlightened monks' are drinking and having fun, or laughing and scolding with anger on their faces, or indulging in alcohol and arrogance.

The mad monk has a half-smile and half-crying face, a bodhisattva with one hand lowering his eyebrows, and a diamond with the other hand looking angrily, saying that he is a master of the Southern Sect; the mad monk is unkempt, with a hundred knots in quail clothes, a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and broken hands and feet, but his eyes are blazing, shouting that the Buddha is destined to be a person.

Between the two stands a stone tablet with a high inscription, the seal body is golden, golden and bright, and the carving 'If you don't go to hell, who will go to hell'.

Suddenly, those disciples of the Yin Yang Sect and the Huanxi Temple who were groping in the tent suddenly exploded, hurriedly removed the tents, and walked out one by one with spring on their faces.

The male is suave and talented, and the female cultivator is like a peach blossom, with a variety of styles.

The disciples of all factions secretly slandered, and they all looked like dogs.

Some people have already secretly peeped at everything here, secretly scolding and shameless, they should really kill these filthy filths in order to return the glory of Qinghong.

But I saw that they were neatly dressed, and stood solemnly, and they all bowed their heads and stood respectfully.

Someone's pupils shrank, and he muttered to himself, "Phantom Dream Xuan is coming."

When these words fell, it was tantamount to a shock in people's hearts, and everyone looked at it intently.

But when he saw that there was a hidden fairy music in the west, it spread to the battle platform of the ruins.

The light sound comes slowly, like a dream, not groaning, not sounding.

I didn't see anyone, but I heard the giggling sound, which made people reverie.

On the bluestone platform, everyone's eyes widened, unwilling to miss the slightest.

The men and women of the Yin and Yang Sect waved their hands and posed, and the style was fully displayed.

The lay monks of Huanxi Temple had blazing eyes and muttered to themselves, "The poor monks have finally looked forward to your Tanyue." ”

Feiyumen, Qingyanzong and others were vigilant, and their eyes seemed to be disdainful and fearful, which was quite complicated.

Some people even snorted coldly and whispered, "Pretending to be a ghost."

The rest of the sword sects such as the Sword Saint Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were even more disdainful, and some people looked at them coldly, "The fox who confuses the crowd with evil words, stabbed to death with a sword." ”

As for those scattered cultivators, their faces were salivating, their eyes were green, and their essence was shining, like a hungry tiger descending from a mountain.

Suddenly, bursts of giggling spread throughout the ruins, but I saw an embroidered sedan chair with fluttering colorful clothes slowly landing in the company of more than ten fairies.

There was a commotion on the field and exclaimed, "Is that a willow fairy?"

Everyone raised their eyes and saw the first woman with a bright face and a smile on her face, her skin was like condensed fat, her hair was like green silk, her body was soft, and her waist and limbs were full of grace.

The eyes of everyone on the bluestone platform were blazing, and their eyes were like hungry wolves, constantly scanning and raging, salivating three thousand feet!

The woman surnamed Liu frowned lightly, and the flying yarn was frivolous, covering everyone's sight.

Suddenly, a soft cry spread in all directions.

The women behind him are all smiling like spring, looking around, which makes people's hearts ripple and their blood surging.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the southeast, as if a monstrous blood qi rushed into the sky.

When everyone heard this, a sense of trembling and suffocation arose.

"I haven't seen the master of Murong Nunnery for many years, it seems that his demeanor is better than in the past, don't come to the nunnery master!"

Under the solemn expressions of everyone, a large thick cumulus cloud quickly swept from the southeast position.

Nearly a dozen figures stood proudly above the cumulus clouds, and the person at the head was really the person who had taken the official sword in the Longju Village in the past.

The bearded man, the messy unkempt hair is as swollen and frantic as ever, and the arrogance is self-evident.

In the embroidered sedan chair, a lazy rather than detached tone sounded lightly, "I haven't congratulated Ouyang Daoyou on advancing to the upper realm and becoming a member of my generation." ”

The bearded man named Ouyang Xuanting laughed loudly, led the people behind him who were full of blood and worship, and immediately landed on the battle platform.

And all the people changed color, and looked at them as if they were fearful.

The person who came was none other than the Martial Saint Sect of the Southwest Sect of Qinghong Prefecture!