Seven days later, in the Yunmeng Mountain Range in the northwest of Liangzhou in Qi State, in a huge valley surrounded by mountains, dozens of immortal cultivators wearing various colors gathered in the square in the center of the valley, or talking loudly, or whispering, very lively.

Judging from the way they dressed, these immortal cultivators were divided into two factions, one of them was wearing blood-colored robes, and their bodies exuded a pungent smell of blood, and the other group was all wearing gray clothes, exuding a cold aura on their bodies.

"Why are there no people from the Hades Corpse Sect and the Hehuan Sect yet!" a short, stocky gray-robed man looked up at the sky and said with a frown.

"The Hades Corpse Sect and the Hehuan Sect are far away from Liangzhou, and they come late every time, doesn't Song Daoyou know?" said a plump young woman in a blue dress with a smile, a pair of beautiful eyes flowing, seductive.

When the gray-robed man heard this, he was about to say something, but a gray-clothed man seemed to see something and shouted excitedly, "They are here." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes looked high into the sky.

The gray-robed man and the young woman in the blue dress looked up at the sky.

I saw a light flickering in the sky in the distance, and then a black light flew from far to near.

It didn't take long for everyone to see the true face of the black light, and it was a black giant bat with a size of five or six zhang, and there were more than a dozen figures standing on it, which was Wang Changsheng and his party.

It didn't take long for the black giant bat to land in the valley, and Wang Changsheng and the other disciples jumped down from the black giant bat one after another.

"Long time no see, Zhou Daoyou," the gray-robed man greeted with a smile when he saw the black-robed old man coming down from the black giant bat.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, what's the matter?, haven't the people from the Hehuan Sect arrived yet?" the black-robed old man said politely, his eyes swept over the crowd in the valley, and he said with a frown.

"No, maybe there was some delay on the road," the man in gray shook his head and said with some uncertainty.

"Hehe, isn't this coming?" A pleasant woman's voice suddenly came from the sky, resounding through the sky.

The next moment, a red light flew from the distant sky, and after a few flashes, it landed in the valley.

The red light was a red flying boat five or six feet long, engraved with a large number of red runes, and more than a dozen young men and women stood in the red flying boat.

The woman is young and beautiful, with a graceful figure, the man's facial features are upright, and her appearance is dignified, and a woman in a red dress with delicate facial features stands at the front of the red flying boat.

"Hey, it's her," Wang Changsheng's heart tightened when he saw the woman in the red dress.

The woman in the red dress turned out to be the woman in the black dress who threatened Wang Changsheng at the auction held in the Taiqing Palace.

I already knew that this woman was a monk of the Yudan period led by the Hehuan Sect, and Wang Changsheng said that he would not come to participate in the Heavenly Demon Conference.

At this time, Wang Changsheng could only pray that the woman in the red dress had forgotten his appearance.

"Hey, this Taoist friend is very raw, I don't know what to call it?" the young woman in the blue dress asked with a smile on her face.

"Mu Wanwan," the woman in the red dress said lightly.

"Mu Wanwan, I don't know, what do Mu Daoyou and the Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect call Mu Yunxuan?"

"That's my father, what's the matter? This Taoist friend knows my father?" Mu Wanwan glanced at the old man in black robe, and said lightly.

"I have a relationship with Senior Mu in Xia, so I don't know each other," the black-robed old man shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Oh, okay, everyone is here!Old rules, let's send four disciples each, two and two duels, ranked according to the number of winners, and continue to duel with the same number of winners," Mu Wanwan nodded and said calmly.

The next thing is simple, the leading monks of the four sects draw lots to determine the order of appearance, a total of sixteen people, divided

Eight groups competed.

There were quite a few disciples brought by the four sects, and those who did not participate in the competition walked out of the queue one after another, built four rings, and laid down prohibitions.

After the four rings were built, the gray-clothed man spoke: "After the ring is built, send two disciples!"

"Wang Changsheng and Chen Yingying, the two of you go to the No. 2 and No. 3 rings respectively, remember, this is a life-and-death fight, don't keep your hands, otherwise you will die," the black-robed old man commanded with a solemn face.

"Yes, Uncle Zhou," Wang Changsheng and a young woman in green clothes responded, walked out of the crowd, and walked towards a ring.

Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall and thin blood-robed man with a cultivation in the late stage of foundation building.

After seeing the opponents of the two sides clearly, the immortal cultivators who were watching around were in a commotion and whispering.

Most of the immortal cultivators in the ring are in the late stage of foundation building, and there are also two in the middle stage of foundation building, as for the early stage of foundation building, there is only Wang Changsheng alone, so Wang Changsheng's fighting method with the blood-robed man has attracted much attention.

"I'm not mistaken! The Corpse Sect actually sent a disciple from the foundation building period to fight, and the disciple of the Blood Killing Sect on the opposite side was in the late stage of foundation building, and I think the disciple of the Corpse Sect was more auspicious this time.

"This is not necessarily, since he can be selected by the Corpse Sect to participate in the Heavenly Demon Conference, he should have real skills, but if a monk in the early stage of foundation building wants to defeat a monk in the late stage of foundation building, it is not easy. ”

The tall and thin blood-robed man looked at Wang Changsheng carefully, and the contempt on his face flashed, in his opinion, even if the other party's strength was much stronger than some early stage foundation building monks, it was impossible to defeat him in the late stage of foundation building, not to mention anything else, he would consume the other party to death.

On a small dirt slope not far from the ring, four monks gathered together and talked leisurely.

"I said Zhou Daoyou, did your Underworld Corpse Sect give up participating in this Heavenly Demon Conference? You actually sent a disciple from the early stage of foundation building to participate in the battle of life and death," the young woman in the blue dress said with a chuckle when she saw Wang Changsheng.

"Until the last moment, the outcome is unpredictable," the black-robed old man said quietly when he heard this.

Hearing this, the young woman in the blue dress muttered a little in her heart.

When Mu Wanwan saw Wang Changsheng, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"The competition begins!" shouted the gray-robed man.

As soon as the words fell, the immortal cultivators in the four rings immediately took action.

As soon as Wang Changsheng stopped this, he immediately took off the body bag on his waist, threw it forward, and a law duel hit it, and suddenly a thick black mist mixed with gusts of yin wind surged out of the mouth of the bag, and in the blink of an eye, half of the ring covered the sight of the blood-robed man.

The next moment, five bronze armored corpses and two iron armored corpses jumped out of the black mist and jumped towards the blood-robed man.

Seeing this, the blood-robed man immediately let out a low snort, pinched the trick with one hand, and the blood-colored robe gushed out with blood, wrapping his body.