The Demon Sect General Altar, the sky is clear and the water is clear, and the phosphorescence is thousands of ways. Near the lower right of the Holy Altar, a circular competition venue is suspended in the white clouds.

The boat Lu Huai was riding was sailing under the altar, with huge roots floating above his head, as if navigating in transparent soil. The huge roots seemed to have life, bulging and shrinking, both like the heartbeat of a giant and its breathing. And what it absorbed was just white mist. Lu Huai suddenly had an idea in his heart. If it weren't for these huge roots, would the altar of the Demon Sect lose its support and could no longer be suspended in the air and fallen down with a bang.

Jin Ren Guangling stood at the bow of the boat, slightly raised his head, raised his chest with his hands behind his back, and looked into the air. In the air, the competition venue was like an extremely huge millstone, gradually appearing.

The boat sailed all the way below the "mill disc" and was facing the circular hole in the center of the "mill disc".

Lu Huai did not notice this round hole before, and he did not discover the existence of the round hole until the boat stopped moving forward.

There are no ripples on the water surface, and it is flat like a mirror. But Lu Huai could feel the round hole above his head with an invisible suction force.

The hem of Guangling Zhenren and Lu Huai's clothes and hair on their temples naturally sagged. It seemed that the so-called suction force did not prove it, it was just Lu Huai's feeling.

Lu Huai felt a little nervous and couldn't help laughing at himself. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred and he had already risen to the competition.

The competition venue was hanging high in the air, at least one hundred feet away from the water surface. If Lu Huai was allowed to leap out of thin air, he would never be able to reach it.

It was the suction force he had just felt, which took him to the competition field in an instant without any reaction.

He felt a flash in front of him, and then he looked again. He had turned into a chessboard-like platform. Under his feet was a three-foot-long chess grid, which radiated around, reaching a hundred feet apart, and then was covered by white clouds and impenetrable.

The true man Guangling was still standing in front of him, turning around for a week, and said aloud: "Guangling, a disciple of the Demon Sect, is here to pay homage to all the fellow disciples." His voice was like a powerful wind, and with the transmission of the sound, the clouds and mist surrounding the competition venue were dispersed.

The clouds and mists disappeared, and thousands of monks who watched martial arts appeared in the outer circle of the competition venue. These monks were men and women, old and young, and had different clothes. But there was one thing the same. They were all several feet above the ground, closed their eyes tightly, and slung in the air without moving, as if they had entered a deep meditation.

Master Guangling respected these monks who watched martial arts very much. He bowed his head and brows, bowed and bowed in all directions. While he was delivering his salute, a huge gray stone ball rolled out, and happened to block the round hole in the middle of the competition venue.

The huge rock just rolled into the round hole, and the rumbling sound disappeared immediately. A little old man less than three feet tall, who was facing Guangling Zhenren suddenly opened his eyes. The old man was thin and small, with wrinkles on his face, and looked similar to a newborn baby. But his jaw had long white beards. Although he crossed his legs and was suspended in the air three feet above the ground, the long beard was dragged to the ground.

The old man saw the situation on the field clearly, suddenly widened his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Guangling, what are you doing? Who gives you the power? How dare you start the competition for the great monks and wake me up?"

"Great Elder!" Master Guangling hurriedly explained, "How dare I start the competition ground without authorization to awaken the Great Elder. This is a decision made by the two elders of the Dharma Protector. The disciples are just ordered to implement it."

"Where are the two of them?" the old man blew his beard and stared at him, "Let them get out and see me."

"Great Elder? Please calm down!" Elder Chuangong suddenly appeared in front of the little old man, inserted the golden whip in his hand around his waist, held his smile, owed his body, and said, "Disciple An Qing, pay homage to the Great Elder!"

"Anqing..." The little old man seemed to be trapped in memories, looking into the distance, and murmured: "Xiao Anzi, how many years have I slept?"

"It's been more than a hundred years!" Elder Chuan Gong sighed and knelt down on the ground, "Master, Xiao Anzi has kowtowed to you!"

"Get up!" The old man looked like a flash of light in his eyes and said, "You are the closed disciple of the master, and you can trust you. Tell me, what's going on?"

Elder Chuangong stood up, raised his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "This is just a joke made by my elder brother!" He turned his finger and pointed at Lu Huai, "This doll has just realized the truth, but my elder brother wants us to accept the challenge of this doll to see if he is qualified to be a great monk of our Demon Sect. And I... I also want to see my master, and I have another important thing to ask my master to resolve my doubts. That's why my disciple and my elder brother ordered you to wake you up!"

"Knowing?" the old man roared angrily: "Is it possible to make a joke to appoint a great monk? In addition to inviting two great monks to come and witness, the chief monks must also be present in person. This is a rule set since the founding of the Demon Sect, and no one can change it."

"The third brother!" With a call, the guardian elder held the silver mace and stood beside the elder Chuangong, smiled at the old man and said, "Great Elder! According to the rules of our Demon Sect, in order to avoid personal gain, since the day you were promoted to elder, our master and disciple have cut off their status. Please forgive Nangong Li for not being able to bow to the great ceremony."

The little old man snorted and said, "I am already a dead person. I have only souls to keep in the main hall. You can think that I don't exist!"

The elder of the Dharma Protector stood up straight and said seriously: "Although the elder has been in a century, his heroic souls have not dispersed. As the elder of the Dharma Protector, I ordered you to wake you up. Please be a witness. Are you willing?"

The little old man slowly lowered his eyelids and said, "If what I said works, then please remove this competition. When will you get the approval of the master monks of the head sect? Then, according to the rules of our Demon Sect, please come to the scene in person. In addition, two great monks will come to witness it. This competition can only be held."

The elder of the Dharma Protector shook his head and said, "There is a reason for this incident. The holy sword of the Taotu has been born and has been obtained by this Dharma Protector. Is the elder who holds the holy sword and has the right to challenge me and the third brother?"

"Has the Taotu Holy Sword been born?" The old man's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and he laughed, saying, "Since there is a holy sword, this matter can be regarded as an exception. In my opinion... this competition can be carried out." His hands were originally inserted into the sleeve tube, but at this time he slowly pulled out.

According to Lu Huai's idea, his hands should be as wrinkled as his face. But unexpectedly, his hands were smooth, white and tender, like a baby.

The little old man opened his arms and gently waved his baby-like palm. In an instant, thick black clouds surged above the entire competition venue. A thunderbolt cut through the sky, and all the monks surrounding the outside of the competition venue opened their eyes as if they were awakened from a big dream.

Elder Chuangong was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Master, you..." "Bastard, who disturbed my dream?" "How long have I slept? Thirty years... fifty years..." "Who awakened me?"... An angry voice sounded, covering up Elder Chuangong's shouting.

"It's me!" The old man's voice was very soft, but for many monks who watched martial arts, it was like a wake-up call. The entire competition venue suddenly became quiet.

"Master?" Elder Chuangong asked softly with a slight look on his face.

The old man put his hands back into the sleeve tube, glanced at him and said, "Since the holy sword was born, let alone whether this doll can complete the challenge, this is a rare event in our Demon Sect in a thousand years. I specially awakened them and witnessed them together. Xiao Anzi, if you object, I can send them back and let them continue to sleep!"

Elder Chuangong hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and replied, "Disciple, don't dare!"

"Then let's start!" The old man looked around and, as long as he saw, the monks who watched the martial arts hung down their heads, as if they were expressing surrender to him.

The elder of the Dharma Protector turned to face Lu Huai, "Lu Huai, if you succeed in the challenge, you will be the Holy Sword Cultivator of our Demon Sect. But if you fail, I will never show mercy. Do you understand?"

Lu Huai showed off his mace and opened his posture, saying, "Disciple understand!"

"You understand, don't you?" Elder Chuan Gong cursed, and had already grasped the golden whip in his hand. He shook it in the air and called it a whip.

A golden light flashed in front of Lu Huai's eyes. Lu Huai didn't see clearly what it was. His arms were shocked, and the mace had been shattered by something that was illusory by the golden light.

Elder Chuangong glanced at him and said angrily: "Please use the holy sword, otherwise you will not be worthy of my attack based on your cultivation level!"

The elder of the Dharma Protector looked serious and nodded, saying, "Elder Chuangong is right. If you don't invite a holy sword, you may not be able to get out of it even for a hundred rounds under his golden whip!"

"Okay!" Lu Huai circulated his true energy and created a sacred saint sword, holding it in his hands.

Elder Chuangong looked at Guangling's real person, "Guangling, you are the one who presided over this challenge." As he spoke, he spun the golden whip.

When the true man Guangling waved his hand, he took a huge hourglass from somewhere. He put the hourglass upside down to the ground and said aloud: "The Dharma Protector Lu Huai, challenge the two elders of the Dharma Protector. If he can support the seven days and seven nights under the joint attack of the two elders, then he will be another great monk of our Demon Sect. Guangling is here to host the battle, and the competition officially begins!"

"Bang..." Elder Chuan Gong threw a whip in the air.

Now Lu Huai could see clearly that the golden light that the elder Chuangong had created was actually a golden armored warrior holding a long whip. The long whip looked like a huge crocodile tail, with steel blades all over his body swept over, sweeping towards his hands holding the holy sword tightly.

The silver mace held by the guardian elder in his arms had also attacked, but he saw him flip his wrist in the air and imagine a silver-armored warrior holding two maces, and suddenly arrived.

Hurry, the gold and silver warriors are coming astonishingly fast. When Lu Huai saw them, they were already in front of him.

Lu Huai had no time to react at all, so he was so scared that his whole body shook, but he didn't want the protective light shield to notice that he was in danger, and immediately appeared and covered him inside.

Buzz... A light red light, like water marks, passed by the bell-shaped shield surface, as if showing off its own strength. The golden-armored warrior's crocodile tail whip and the silver-armored warrior's double maces hit the shield one after another. The shield shook violently and expanded outward like a burst.

Elder Chuan Gong raised the corner of his mouth and laughed. Judging from his appearance, although Lu Huai held a terrifying holy sword, he was still vulnerable.

But his smile just started to rise and became stiff again.

Lu Huai's protective light shield did not explode at all, but absorbed the power of the crocodile tail whip and the double mace and expanded outward.

In an instant, the bell-shaped shield actually included the gold and silver warriors and melted them.

Elder Chuan Gong was startled and exclaimed to the elder of the Dharma Protector: "He...he...how can he dissolve our true energy?"

The elder of the Dharma Protector laughed and said, "He can absorb the essence of the Bloody Swallowwood, and of course he can also dissolve our true energy. What's so strange about this?"

"Okay! Then let me blow up your shield!" Elder Chuan Gong raised the golden whip and played a circle above his head. A golden spherical air ball suddenly formed in the circle, and it banged out and hit Lu Huai.

The elder of the guardian general pointed in front of the silver mace and pushed his left palm against the bottom of the silver mace, igniting a silver ball of energy and attacked with it.

With a bang, Lu Huai's protective light shield was broken into pieces by the golden spherical air ball. The silver air ball followed closely and hit his chest. Another roar, Lu Huai's front chest suddenly collapsed, and a ball raised high on his back.

The competition was silent. Lu Huai stared at his eyes, shook his body, and fell down straight.
Chapter completed!