Lin Xiaotang woke up a little flustered, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an endless bright starry sky, but it was pitch black and empty, and the silence was terrifying.

"Why am I alone?" Lin Xiaotang thought to himself, maybe it was because he was the one with the worst cultivation, right?

"I don't know where Huan'er has fallen, if she is also alone, will she cry with fear?" looked around, there was no one, and there was no way out, he here, except for a big tree that had been split in half and a stone table under the tree, there was nothing, very strange.

Lin Xiaotang saw that there seemed to be lights not far under his feet, so he didn't find a way, jumped and flew away, and landed steadily.

Looking around again, there was a palace here, and even if the lights were dim, he could see the magnificence, comparable to the Izumo Peak Tsuneya Yakuya that he saw that day.

The plaque reads "Dawei Palace".

The stone beasts in front of the palace gate were silent, Lin Xiaotang couldn't hold back his curiosity, strengthened his courage, and went up hundreds of steps in one go, pushed open the palace door, and quietly rushed in.

There was still no one, silence.

The statues of various warriors on both sides of the avenue swept backwards, his footsteps walked on the stone slabs carved with delicate images, and a sense of familiarity inexplicably appeared in his mind, this place, he seemed to have been there, but he immediately felt that this was impossible: "What are you kidding, this is the Demon Realm, maybe the palace of Liuyun is a little similar to here, right?"

Before Lin Xiaotang entered the main hall, he saw at a glance the throne that shone like gold, and under the faint palace lights on both sides, the whole body was as transparent as a jewel, like the light of amber glass, shining, obviously not extraordinary.

Lin Xiaotang was overjoyed when he saw it, he didn't care much, he went straight to the throne, stretched out his hand and rubbed it while snorting and calling Qinahan: "It's so beautiful! I like it! When I leave, I will definitely carry you away, you wait!"

The more he looked at it, the more happy he became, and he turned around and sat down!

This wide seat is comfortable!

Suddenly, the fire in the hall rang out! For a while, the lights were brilliant! Immediately after that, two columns of figures appeared in the main hall, all of which were of various colors! Frightened, Lin Xiaotang screamed and quickly stood up!

Scared out of a cold sweat!

He has good eyes and a good memory, and after thinking carefully about the picture just now, it seems that the left hand side is led by an old man in purple, the right hand side is led by a young man wearing underwear and wet hair, and there is a person in a red mask in a trance, a thin man in white, a beauty, and more than a dozen people wearing armor, all of whom have expressions... What the hell?

Lin Xiaotang thought to himself that it was an illusion, because at this moment, everything in the hall was as usual, dark and silent, no different from when he first slipped in.

"What kind of magic power is this? Could it be that you are a magic weapon?" Lin Xiaotang reached out and touched this extraordinary throne, ruthless, and planned to try again!

Lin Xiaotang thought that if the scene just now happened again, he could ask what kind of place this was.

He had always thought that one would come out, and he sat down slowly again.

Sure enough, as if a mechanism had been touched, as soon as I sat down, the lights came back on, and those people reappeared!

This time there is a voice!

As soon as the old man in purple appeared, he shouted, "Who are you?!"

Lin Xiaotang simply asked, "Who are you?

The red-clothed masked man rushed straight towards Lin Xiaotang, waving a red silk and scolding: "Bold fanatic!"

Lin Xiaotang got up from his seat and grabbed Hong Aya, thinking that he might have a fight, but as soon as he left his seat, those people disappeared out of thin air!

He looked at the red silk in his hand, and his mind was a little messy: "This red silk is real, and naturally those people are also real! But how can this be? What kind of road is this? Since you know that I am here, why can't I kill it?"

Lin Xiaotang thought: "While no one comes, it's better to leave first, the top priority is to find a companion." Come and steal this precious chair before you go, you can always sell it for a good price! He doesn't steal from bad people!"

Lin Xiaotang didn't know that at the same time, Feng Qisi was struggling with people!

Feng Qi Si Su Ri is confident that everything he has is obtained by strength, and luck or something is illusory. Therefore, when his senior brother was more than 100 years old, he accepted him as a junior instead of an apprentice, and he got a great rank in Dusk Cangfeng, he thought that it had nothing to do with luck, it must be his own talent, and when he got lost, he never complained that he was unlucky, and he just got lost with strength.

This time, he was besieged inexplicably when he fell, and he became depressed: what kind of luck is this, is there an intruder written on his face?

About a pillar of incense before.

The twenty Dharma Protector Venerables who were in the sixth-layer martial arts competition array were in full swing in their cultivation competition.

The rules of their demon world are different from those of the mortal world, and the mortal world competition is one-on-one by lot, and there is only one principle for the demon world competition: it depends on the mood.

Ten against ten or nineteen against one, or change at any time, you can do it, in short, only one person can stay on the stage in the end of each competition, which has always been the case.

This formation is left over from the ancient battle site, and the Demon Venerable thought this formation was quite interesting back then, so he moved it back for the purpose of selecting materials for the Demon Realm! The interesting thing is not only that it can identify who the ultimate winner is, but also inject the defeated person's cultivation into the winner!

When the strong meet on a narrow road, it is an eternal and unchanging truth in the demon world!

This year's competition is different, a few days ago, the rattle of all levels of the demon world announced: The black-clothed Venerable has fallen, and there is a shortage of one of the four venerables, and among the hundred protectors, it is necessary to choose one out of a hundred to be promoted. Therefore, under the summons, the Dharma Protector Venerables are all hopeful!

You must know that it is ten thousand times more difficult to be promoted in the demon world than in the mortal world, in most cases, it is the fall of the top, and the opportunity of the bottom, the assassination of the demon world is not feasible, and the Ming War is afraid that the enemy will not offend the boss in vain, the only opportunity in these hundreds of years, if you don't seize it, how can you be worthy of yourself?

In the past few days, the six floors are lively, there must be several competitions every day, these 100 people, everyone is gearing up to show their powers, some are testing the water in private, some want to win people to cultivate for an appointment in the martial arts field, a few days later, there is still hope, there are only 20 people left.

The Dharma Protector is just a messenger of orders on weekdays, but he thinks very highly of himself, and looks at the few remaining people, half of whom have a very good personal relationship with him, so he privately discussed with them, entered the martial arts arena, only helped him solve the opposite ones, and then let him win, as long as he wins, he will definitely share the cultivation he has won to them, and promised many benefits, and those few people agreed to come down, this commander was secretly proud, thinking that this time he would definitely be selected, and he would be on the rise!

So today's twenty-person martial arts arena they acted according to the plan, everything went smoothly, until there were twelve people left on the field, the situation changed, because the commander defeated very few people, although the physical strength was retained after a battle, the cultivation has not been improved. His good brothers are completely different, and who wouldn't fight for themselves in such a situation?

As a result, there was no him in the final duel between the two of them. At this time, he was indignant and helpless to stand in the defeated crowd, and he also lost his cultivation.

Everyone had no time to care about what he was thinking, and they all watched intently at the two people facing each other on the stage, and some began to bet on who would win in the end.

After a lot of back and forth, one of them was knocked out of the formation! Everyone in the audience looked at the winning man with bated breath, waiting for the circle to report his name!

At this critical juncture, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and suddenly a thunderbolt fell on the head! The winner snorted and was smashed to the ground, and there was no movement! I don't know whether he fainted or died.

The voice of the old man of the magic circle sounded at this time: "Winner, Feng Qisi!"

Everyone was in an uproar! But the defeated people in the magic circle couldn't enter, so they had to talk outside the formation: "Who is this person?"

"I've never heard of it! It's so weird to call Feng Qisi!"

"You're not a good person by name!"

Feng Qisi fell to the ground, feeling that it was not very painful, but a burst of golden light flashed on his body, and he was wondering why he fell and his energy was much more abundant?

Only then did he realize that he seemed to be within an enchantment, and when he looked outside, he was surprised: "Look at the clothes, the status is not low, right? There are only four Venerables on the seventh layer, and this is the sixth layer? Is it no wonder that I can't kill Lian Baitang with one move!"

was leaning his back against the enchantment and thinking about his thoughts, his ears moved, he dodged, and sure enough, another person fell down from his head!

Feng Qisi didn't plan to reach out to pick it up, but the man fell to the ground with a thud! Only then did he fix his eyes on it, and he was taken aback at first glance and had a bad premonition: "Why are you?"

It was none other than Tong Yansong who fell!

Tong Yansong was smashed, his mind was buzzing, and he heard someone call his name in a trance, and struggled to sit up, only then did he see Feng Qisi standing next to him clearly.

"Why are you?" Tong Yansong was disappointed.

Feng Qisi laughed inexplicably: "I'm asking you this, why are you here?"

"Oh no!" Tong Yansong figured out what he was going to say: "Feng Qisi! What kind of place is this? Fairy and Gu Huayin were both dragged down by a white light! Why is it only me and you here? What about them? Have you seen it?"

"What are you talking about!" Feng Qiston's face darkened, and he changed his lazy attitude, his eyes were bright, and he was like two people just now: "You said Chu Chu is here?!"

Tong Yansong was suppressed by Feng Qisi's momentum and was flustered and short of breath: "Yes... I didn't stop her!"

Feng Qisi refused to listen to him anymore: "Go now!"

Who knew that when the two of them wanted to get out of the magic circle enchantment, they couldn't get out at all!

Feng Qisi thought for a while, and in just a moment, he figured it out, he didn't say a word, and pushed Tong Yansong beside him off the magic circle with one palm, fell outside, and then flew down, grabbed Tong Yansong, who was about to get angry, and said: "I'll explain to you later!!! Get out of here first!"

When the ninety-nine people saw them coming out, they ran away, looked at each other and suddenly realized: "Intruder, kill!!"