A monk with a white beard and hair, but a face with skin as delicate as a baby, was standing in the air above the giant ship. Seeing that he had succeeded in attracting everyone's attention, the monk casually said, "This seat is dusty, and it is the Jindan Elder of this sect. This time, I am responsible for escorting you to this Baodan conference. ”

"About the Baodan Conference, I believe everyone has inquired clearly. But I'm going to repeat the rules of the Bowdan Conference again. ”

"You entered this bloody wasteland with only one purpose, to kill the steppe monks from the opposite side, get the black life cards on their bodies, and at the same time protect the red life cards you received in the deacon hall. ”

"Whoever loses their red life cards, no matter what the reason, and no matter how many black life cards you have, they will be put to death. ”

"Remember, for every ten black life cards, you will get a top-grade Zhuji Dan refined from the elixir produced in the Taichu Medicine Garden. If you don't get more than 10 Black Life Cards, the sect will record them after you hand in the tokens, allowing you to make up for them at the next Baodan Conference in 10 years. ”

"We only recognize the token, and we will not ask where your token came from, but there is one thing that everyone remembers to this seat, and we will never allow cannibalism. Once someone makes a statement and it is confirmed, no matter what your background is or how strong your background is, it will not save your life. ”

"Well, that's all I have to say. If any of you regret it now, it's too late, just hand over the red life card and leave. ”

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one said anything, a real person floated down from the air to the giant ship, turned around and entered the warehouse, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone waited on the giant ship for more than half an hour, and a brilliant light shot from the sky. When they got closer, they could see that thousands of monks stood on a huge crimson cloud. Flying towards this direction at a rapid pace.

Murong Ling said in Xiao Ziyang's ear, "This is the Flame Chishan Cultivator, one of the six major factions. That crimson cloud was the Zhenpai Lingbao Five Fire Divine Smoke of the Flame Red Mountain. ”

Xiao Ziyang nodded, Yanchi Mountain is also located in the western section of Tai'an Mountain, only a little farther away from here.

After another moment, a huge gossip and a huge mountain peak flew one after another. That gossip is a very famous spiritual treasure of Lingxiao Palace, called Bagua Lock Dragon Map, and the peak is the Great Sumeru Treasure Mountain of Jiuyang Mountain.

It wasn't until noon that the six major sects came one after another. These six major sects are each on their own, but they are also distinct.

When the monks of the Xuanshui Sect, who had traveled the farthest way, arrived on a golden bridge supported by blue waves, the giant ship under Xiao Ziyang's feet shook slightly and fell to the ground.

Falling dozens of feet from the ground, the giant ship hovered, a burst of spiritual light shone, and the shield outside the giant ship slowly dissipated.

The impatient monks who had been waiting for a long time fled out of the giant ship.

Yichen Zhenren then escaped from the giant ship, and with a wave of his hand, the giant ship turned into a small boat the size of a palm, and was put away by him.

He also ignored the thousands of Qi cultivators under his sect, turned into a yellow mang, and flew towards a flat stone that was faintly surrounded by the six major sects.

After a while, several other sects also put away the magic weapons that transported their disciples. A few rays of light converged towards a real person.

The six Jindan monks gathered together and discussed for a while, and the Jindan Elder of Lingxiao Palace, a middle-aged monk with a very handsome appearance, took out a magic weapon, waved it out, and when this magic weapon fell to the ground, it had turned into a huge magic circle with a diameter of about half a mile.

Afterwards, the six Jindan elders each took out a token and waved their hands towards the magic circle to make a magic decision.

A heavenly aura rises. After activating the circle, the six returned to their own monks.

Yichen Zhenren came to the top of the heads of the Da Luo Sect and said loudly: "The magic circle that entered the blood-colored wasteland has been opened, you only need to walk into the teleportation circle and activate the red life card in your hand, and you can enter." ”

"After entering the Scarlet Wasteland, you have half a day to prepare, and tonight, the light curtain separating the north and south sides of the Scarlet Wasteland will disappear. In a month's time, we'll activate the teleportation circle again. At that time, all you need to do is activate the red life card again, and you will be teleported into this circle. ”

"If anyone regrets it now, it's too late, just give me the life card and leave. Okay, that's all I have to say, so you can do it yourself. ”

There were really dozens of people who handed back the blood token to a real person. And he did not embarrass them, but let them go.

However, most people did not hesitate to fly towards the huge teleportation circle.

Xiao Ziyang and Murong Ling also followed everyone to the teleportation array. The earlier you enter, the more time you have to get used to the environment.

The two did not hesitate to activate the red life card.

Xiao Ziyang only felt a strong light flash in front of him, and a huge pressure made him almost suffocate.

Fortunately, this feeling comes and goes quickly. After recovering his spiritual sense, Xiao Ziyang hurriedly looked around, only to see that there were constantly flashes of spiritual light around him, and one by one monks appeared around him with the spiritual light.

The monks were more than a dozen miles away from him. And there doesn't seem to be a phenomenon where two monks are very close.

Xiao Ziyang quickly launched the invisible escape method and disappeared into the local area.

After becoming invisible, Xiao Ziyang carefully observed the surrounding environment.

Above him, tens of thousands of feet in the sky, a blood-red light curtain stretched out in all directions, and there was no edge in sight. Dozens of miles in front of him, a light curtain of the same color, connecting the light curtain above his head and the earth, stretched out to both sides, and the edge was also not visible.

Xiao Ziyang took out a palm-sized small bronze mirror from the storage bag, and in the center of the small mirror, there was a sword shadow. The diagonal one points to the side behind it. The shadow of the sword was very dim.

This small bronze mirror is called the Qianli Trace Mirror, and it is a small magic weapon that Murong Ling handed over to Xiao Ziyang on the way. This magic weapon was originally a pair, and the other was in Murong Ling's hand.

The shadow of the sword in the bronze mirror can indicate the direction of the other bronze mirror, and the distance between the two can be shown by the light and shade of the sword shadow.

Xiao Ziyang took out the communication talisman and was about to summon it to Murong Ling. The communication talisman flashed, and Murong Ling's voice came out.

"Brother Xiao, I seem to be in the southwest corner of the Scarlet Wasteland now, and you seem to be in the middle of the wasteland to the east, I plan to move due north first, we are hunting the grassland monks while moving to the center of the wasteland, we will meet in the center of the wasteland, what do you think?"

Xiao Ziyang thought for a while and said, "Okay, just do as you say, be careful!"

"Don't worry, you have to be careful. ”

Xiao Ziyang accepted the messenger, looked around, and couldn't help frowning. Tens of thousands of monks gathered in this wasteland with a radius of more than 2,000 miles may not sound like much, but for monks who can fly to the sky and escape for miles, it is actually quite dense. At a glance, he saw countless escapes, and there was no place for him to lurk at ease.

Xiao Ziyang thought for a moment and had an idea, he looked up at Lu. The light curtain on this head is as high as thirty or forty thousand feet. The monks are only a few hundred feet high, and if the shield reaches high in the air, it is very quiet.

Xiao Ziyang leaned over and fled towards the top of the cloud.

He stopped at a height of thousands of zhang away from the light curtain, released the double-headed invisible flying sword, and just sat cross-legged on the sword, suspended in the air tens of thousands of zhang, closed his eyes and recuperated.