At the Banquet of One Hundred Ghosts, the emperor who sent his confidants to invite Wang He did not say a word.

He was sitting on a high platform, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In front of him, on the huge transparent jade mirror, was a gray mist.

The magic weapon originally used to monitor the cliff where Wang He was located had completely lost its effectiveness at this moment.

This unnatural accident made the various ghosts sitting on the floor remain silent.

They did not dare to say a word before receiving instructions from the Lord of the Qing Palace.

The atmosphere was strangely deadlocked for a long time.

They are all eagerly waiting for the arrival of the Green Faced Ghost and Kaiyang Xingjun.

"What's wrong with this little guy Qingyun? He can't even invite a guy from a second-rate sect?" A middle-aged man with a huge wolf tail, pointed ears, and a face like a monster was obviously impatient.

This century-old trial is co-hosted by the three major sects.

And he is the elder who is responsible for presiding over the training in Yuhua Sect, one of the three major sects to which Qingyun belongs - Ximen Zi.

In other words, he is a player in the Eastern civilized world.

Among these hundreds of ghosts, not all are aborigines, some of them are players from various major sects who have infiltrated as guest guests.

By presiding over a special "Dream Retrospection" magic weapon, he guides the juniors of each major sect to enter this game-like dream world for experience, which is only open during a fixed period of time.

In the dream, by guiding them to choose their camp, his duty would be basically completed.

The world experience will independently arrange tasks for them. Different choices will lead to different directions in the world.

The one who survives in the end and makes the most outstanding contribution to the camp is the winner.

However, completing the responsibilities does not mean completing the tasks assigned by the sect.

The result of this experience also involves the division of resources among various sects, large and small.

Therefore, when Qingyun was fortunate enough to be recognized by the Lord of the Qing Palace and assigned a task, he was originally very happy.

Master Qing Yang, the master of Qing Palace, the main NPC of the two major factions in the dream world, has unfathomable strength.

Even though Ximen Zi can retain part of his original strength, he still cannot see through the realm of this emperor.

Ximen Zi's behavior was noticed by a female fox demon who looked like a fox near him, and the sarcasm was unabashedly revealed on her face.

It was something she wanted to see happen if the Yuhua Sect, who had a bad relationship with him, would hit a wall.

She is also the elder of the three major sects, Cheng Fei of the Tianyao Sect.

In her opinion, the failure of Yuhua Sect is inevitable.

The moment she saw Wang He in the mirror, she knew that this man was not someone to be trifled with.

Unprecedented power, a special method to break through Master Qingyang's supreme illusion, abnormal behavior and courage to jump directly into the unknown abyss, and finally even able to block Master Qingyang's magic weapon from prying eyes.

These are definitely not something that a second-rate cultivator from a sect can do.

Being able to enter this world before the three major sects and establish a relationship with Master Qingyang, how could there be no backup plan?

Among the hundreds of ghosts, "players" from large and small sects are all speculating with their own thoughts.

The consequences of this experience were so far-reaching that they had to treat them with caution.

A long time passed slowly in silence.

With the sound of a bell and tripod, the emperor stood up.

Next to him stood the daughter of Qing Palace whom Wang He had met before.

This woman was looking in the direction of the palace gate with a smile, as if she was expecting something.

Under everyone's attention, the palace door opened on its own.

Behind the door is a bottomless black void.

Not long after, several shadows walked out of the empty darkness, revealing their true faces.

They are three women and two men.

Standing at the front is Qingyun, the green-faced ghost that all the ghosts have been waiting for.

Behind Qingyun is the core of the turmoil, King He of Kaiyang Star.

In addition to these two well-known figures, Lin Yue'er of the Yuhua Sect and Ximen Yun of the Ximen Family are also outstanding talents ranked among the major sects.

However, when the last character appeared, almost most of the men present couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Even the Lord of the Qing Palace shifted his gaze from Wang He to that woman.

A Western woman with indescribable beauty appeared quietly in front of them.

Every move she makes seems to have a natural allure, touching the heartstrings of all men.

"Please put away the power of charm." Wang He reminded loudly.

After he spoke, the ugly ghosts suddenly calmed down.

Looking again, although the woman was extremely beautiful, she was not as attractive as before.

Many practitioners realized that it was some kind of magic, but they were unable to resist it at all.

Knowing it, but having no way to counter it will cause fear.

Many people heard Wang He's deliberate words and became more vigilant in fear.

They were even more afraid of Wang He and this unknown woman who took orders from Wang He.

In an instant, Wang He became the center of the situation again.

Then, he spoke first, "Lord of Qing Palace, I brought you good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Insolent!" A certain ghost general wearing oriental armor spoke to stop him.

The Lord of Qing Palace seemed to have seen something new. "Fei Chan, step back!" Then he paused and said, "Kaiyang, I haven't seen you for a short time. You seem to be a different person. You didn't dare to be so friendly before.

I speak."

Wang He remained calm, "People change, and the person I was at that time may not be the real me."

"Are you the real you now?" Wang He asked back, with a trace of disdain on his face.

Wang He's provocative words and demeanor instantly attracted many looks that tried to kill him.

There was a moment of tension.

As long as Master Qingyang gives an order, the aborigines will cut Wang He into pieces.

Master Qingyang's expression changed slightly, and he was a little unsure of what Wang He wanted to do.

The various abnormalities that Wang He showed before and the woman that even he couldn't see through made him decide to observe again.

He waved his hand and looked deeply at Wang He and the devil beside him. "It doesn't matter, I don't care who you are. Return the Black Soul here immediately. We will still have the original cooperative relationship."

Wang He smiled and said, "Speaking of this, let's go back to the question just now. It seems that what you want to hear is bad news."

"The Black Soul is not in my hands, but I know where it is. However, there is no need to look for it now."

"Is this crap really so important compared to your lives?" Wang He said with profound meaning.

"It is precisely because we are in a cooperative relationship that I kindly remind you that we will all die here soon."

"We, and even this world, will become sacrifices to some kind of existence."

"Master of Qing Palace, you should know."

Wang He threw out the information obtained from the devil.

Then with a snap of his fingers, the Western woman next to him instantly showed a charming smile.

While everyone was attracted to her again, a burst of dark red light suddenly erupted from her body.

Immediately, she transformed back into her true form, still a huge demon after adjustments.

This seemingly very spacious palace could not accommodate its shrunken body.

Its limbs stand at the four corners of the palace, looking down at everyone in a crawling posture.

A huge shadow made entirely of demon flesh completely enveloped everyone present.

The hundred ghosts raised their heads and saw only the red muscles of the horned devil and the huge head with an evil smile.

There was clearly a certain sense of playfulness in those dark golden pupils.

It blew gently, and the stinky wind blew out all the candles in an instant.

The impact they received from the true form of the god was no less than when Wang He saw it for the first time.

In just a moment, they were unable to move, and their entire bodies were dominated by fear.

The demon's own body seems to have strange innate skills, like a certain range or realm that should only be reached by gods.

In the darkness, Wang He's whole body exuded a pure white light.

He looked directly at the Lord of Qing Palace and said, "Now, I have good news to tell you."
To be continued...