In the square in front of the Qingtian Sect Hall, the dark crowd crawled under the crimson sky, which seemed depressing no matter how you looked.

Qin Yu was exposed and angrily killed the fur and attacked the seal. This earth-shaking event was left in vain, which made the monks present feel very absurd.

The main competition for the Real Immortal has been held for several times. The people in the audience are absent-minded, and the people on the audience are not attentive.

Winning and losing are important, but no one will throw all their thoughts on the ring now. Everyone understands that today's limelight has been stolen by the dead monk Qiu Slashing.

The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset shines from the distant sky, reflecting the square in front of the hall.

A ring slowly rose in the rays of light.

The bell was heard from a distance, and it was still the bell ringing by the disciples of Qingtian Sect, but it was no longer as powerful as Qin Yu and full of confidence.

"Sister, let's go." Lu Zhoulei glanced at the arena that was about to start the True Immortal Competition and said to Lu Zhoushuang.

"Where do you go?" Lu Zhoushuang asked in a distracted manner.

"Go home." Lu Zhoulei said. Seeing Lu Zhoushuang pursing her lips and saying nothing, Lu Zhoulei waved her hand in annoyance: "Sister, are you still thinking about that person? You saw just now that he was able to save Lao Qiu, but he didn't save him when he was dead. Such a person is not worthy of your concern for your sister."

Lu Zhoushuang's cheeks were slightly red, and she was interrupted by Lu Zhoulei as soon as she wanted to refute: "What's more, this person hides his head and tail. He is clearly a person who has a lot to do with the Eight Sword Alliance, but he never told us from beginning to end. Sister, he is not sincere to you!"

"Zhoulei, what are you talking nonsense? When did you think so?" Lu Zhoushuang was blushed by Lu Zhoulei's words, and could only hesitate to hide it.

"Since that's the case, let's go."

"At least, wait until the true immortal race is over." Lu Zhoushuang took a deep breath and calmed down her mood. Her voice was low and she showed her complicated thoughts: "No matter what, if it weren't for that sister, I wouldn't have seen you again."

Lu Zhoulei was stunned, opened his mouth, and sighed and lowered his head. Although he was angry that An Bochen refused to save his life and said disrespectful words, he had not been able to make ends meet, so he forgot to save his life.

"Sure enough, both the siblings are interested in you. You might as well accept the girl and get one free."

Under the True Immortal arena, in the shadow not far from the Lu brothers, Sima Jin said to An Bochen with a smile.

An Bochen shrugged, and was immunized to Sima Jin's induction.

"Zhoulei's mind has improved a lot in just a few days. It can be seen that I am using a fake identity." Amber said it all over and over.

"You didn't hide it at all, and the fool couldn't see it." Sima Jin raised his lips: "Besides, you let him walk in the Zhoutian Dream Formation, but it's more than a few days. You care a lot about the Lu brothers than ordinary people. Could it be that you are also thinking of accepting them as Taoist soldiers to guard the Zhoutian Palace for you after they die?"

An Bochen was stunned and then shook his head: "You have thought too much. Meeting them is just a chance meeting. Borrowing their young blood to guide me, and the same is true for another young monk."

Just as An Bochen and Sima Jin were talking, the law enforcement elder of the Qingtian Sword Sect announced that the true immortal competition began.

The showdown in the True Immortal Realm is not as boring as the real person. The immortals are as boring. The monks present gradually come to their senses and their eyes are gathered on the ring. They saw that the ring turned into an ancient magic weapon was divided into eight areas. Each area seemed very small, but because the ring was high in the sky, and in fact each area was about ten miles in size.

"You go, I'll be here to hold you."

An Bochen said to Sima Jin.

Sima Jin participated in this ring competition just because she was bored and had some fun. Although she was the first in the preliminary round, she was supported by the true immortals of the Netherworld Sect, and the other true immortals also hid their strengths. At the beginning of the main competition, An Bochen did not expect Sima Jin to win the championship. Of course, with An Bochen there, Sima Jin would naturally not be in any danger.

"Okay." Sima Jin smiled sweetly, and amid the cheers of thousands of monks, he flew onto the ring with fifteen other true immortals who participated in the main competition.

Looking at Sima Jin's beautiful figure, An Bochen smiled slightly.

This farceful Dao Dharma Assembly should be his last time to enjoy himself, and after that, it will be a decisive battle between heaven and earth that is accelerated by him. There is no need to wait for another thirty or forty years, the collapse of heaven and earth will happen in a few years soon. This is also the first time that An Bochen fought back against Yu Xin, who arranged the fate of the world.

At this moment, An Bochen frowned, and a strange red light appeared in the afterglow. An Bochen turned his head and looked at it, and saw that the red light flew from the western sky, and the destination was unclear.

When he opened his eyes and looked at him, An Bochen was shocked. With his divine eyes, he could not see through the red light.

"Is it possible that some powerful true immortal or Xuanxian is also rushing to the Dao Dharma Assembly?"

Amberchen whispered, not paying too much attention.

At this time, the True Immortal Competition had begun. Perhaps because of Qin Yu, the disciples of the Qingtian Sword Sect who enforced the law were all a little depressed, which made the originally exciting battles suddenly less hot atmosphere.

As night falls, the sunset gradually fades.

Sixteen true immortals fought against each other. Sima Jin's opponent was a sect king of the Eastern God Sect. The man was about 600 years old, with profound skills and very harsh means. If Sima Jin was a few days ago, he would not be the enemy of that person's ten-match. However, after being trained by An Bochen, Sima Jin's combat experience was no longer comparable to that in the past. Although he could not compete with the true immortal, he had to survive for more than fifty times with his unpredictable body skills and virtual and real handprints.

"good!"

"The Jurchen Immortal is indeed a bit capable."

"Indeed, there are only a handful of women in this world who can compete with the King of the Punishment of the East God Cult for so long."

......

In the square in front of the hall, monks were talking.

This was a duel that had been decided long ago. The sixteen true immortals in the eight directions came from the three major forces and the Eight Sword Alliance without exception. There was originally a true immortal who did not belong to the four forces, but he was killed by Jiuchenjun, so he had to choose another person from the eliminated true immortals. Such a great Taoist Dharma Assembly was only described as "Fareful and Beautiful". Fortunately, there was a Sima Jin who attracted everyone's attention as the only Jurchen Immortal, which made this ring match less boring.

Sima Jin was so playful that his handprints made him powerful and gorgeous. On several occasions, he forced the King of Zheng to retreat dozens of feet, which made the monks below cheer.

But An Bochen knew very well that Sima Jin's moves were flashy and had been fighting with her rival Dongshen Sect master for a long time. He would probably be able to see through and crack it in fifty moves.

"Hongfu, you've almost had enough fun."

An Bochen smiled and said to himself, and he pinched a seal in his hand, but he was preparing to rescue Sima Jin.

At this moment, An Bochen's eyes suddenly opened, and lightning flashed out of his eyes, revealing his inner shock.

Raising his head, Amberchen looked at the west where the red light came.

The western sky was also wrapped in the night, a cloud of darkness, but those with high eyesight as bright as Anbo Dust could see the fishy red and dark tide hidden deep in the black night, as bloody as bloody. There was more than one red light, but dense, as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.

Not long after, Lu Fengqi, who was sitting on the Qingtian Sword Sect Pavilion, also raised his head, his cold eyes were filled with surprise.

Next was Wang Ziyue, Xiaoqing Sect Leader, Jiuchen Jun... The strong men present at Xuanxian and the peak of the True Immortal all sensed the bloody aura coming from the West, and looked up one after another.h!~!
Chapter completed!