Just as Elder Qin and Mo Laopa were facing each other tit for tat, the other three sects also came one after another.
Tianxiang Pavilion is a group of women. There are not many, less than a hundred people. The leader is a woman in black. The mask covers most of her face. People try hard to see what kind of face is hidden under the mask.
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Their graceful figures are thought-provoking. As soon as these people appear on the stage, they attract the attention of many men on the field.
Immediately afterwards, two more groups came, disciples of Baizhu Villa and Shangqing Sect.
Just when they were about to chat for a while, something unexpectedly changed in the air, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
The sky suddenly changed color, and red threads came from all directions, converging into a circle over the center of the city.
Gradually, the silk threads intertwined into a huge grid-like disk above their heads like a basket.
There is an extremely dark hole in the very center of the disk. If calculated by sight, this black hole is only one percent of the size of the disk.
The red disk kept rotating, making a sharp hissing sound from time to time.
People couldn't help but frown when they heard it. The voice was full of wanton arrogance, a bit of violent hatred, and even a slight hint of low pleading.
Seeing this scene, everyone except the few leaders present slightly changed their expressions, with lingering fears on their frightened faces.
Perhaps for the elders who lead the team, such scenes are already commonplace.
Feeling Luo Qiuyi and Wang Nianqing's hands gradually tightening on their shoulders, he subconsciously looked at the two of them and smiled bitterly.
Luo Qiuyi's pretty face had a look of panic, and fear appeared in her eyes. As for Wang Nianqing, her face was pale, and she tried her best to hide the fear in her heart with a forced smile.
The two of them were scared to death. In fact, they were not much better, they were just holding on.
The disc in the sky has a strange aura. If it falls, how can they survive?
The black hole in the middle of the disk emits a black light, which shines directly below, which is an open space left by the five sects.
No wonder, after arriving at the center of the city just now, the leaders and elders subconsciously avoided the center. It turned out that they were waiting for this.
After the black light reached the ground, dust flew into the air, and the next moment, a change occurred.
A stone door appeared out of thin air. The width of the stone door was more than two feet. As for the height, more than three feet were exposed outside, and the rest was hidden in the black light.
The stone door is dotted with red spots, and occasionally there are a few cracks dotting it, adding to the sense of vicissitudes of life.
There was darkness inside the door. No matter which side you looked at, it was extremely dark. It seemed that you could enter from both sides.
"You are the elites of our Blood Sword Sect. During this secret realm experience, I hope you can enhance the prestige of our sect and let your hands and feet go free. I will take responsibility for anything that happens. Next, just enter the stone gate on your own."
Other sects are also telling their disciples, it is just that their own family members must unite and cooperate, even if they meet the disciples of other sects, they may kill them secretly.
There are too many things on the surface, and the impact is not good, but as long as there is no evidence, kill to death, and the more you kill, the better.
Immediately afterwards, all the disciples began to walk into the secret realm.
When I arrived in front of the stone gate, I lowered my head and plunged straight in. The person disappeared without a trace.
Fortunately, the door was big enough, so people from the five major sects didn't rush in first.
Elder Qin's words were recalled in his mind, whatever heavenly materials and earthly treasures his disciples collected could be dedicated to the sect and compensated by issuing contribution points.
Of course, it would be better if there were secret books or something like that, or if you could get the training techniques from other sects.
Seeing Luo Qiuyi and Wang Nianqing walking in front, as soon as they bowed, they disappeared from sight.
Just as he was about to follow closely, he suddenly felt a thorn in his back. When he looked back, there was nothing there, or it could be said that none of his fellow apprentices were paying attention to him.
Those were cold gazes, which contained infinite murderous intent.
My heart sank slightly, it seemed that this secret realm would not be too peaceful.
Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, he plunged into the stone door.
After all the disciples who participated in the training entered, the stone gate still existed, emitting black brilliance from time to time.
All the disciples who participated in the training went in, leaving a few leaders and elders to naturally have some exchanges.
"Hey, Old Ghost Qin, I won't be polite this time. By then all of your Blood Sword Sect disciples will be dead, so don't blame me."
"Humph, Mo Laopa, don't be too complacent. It's not certain who will win."
Judging from the number, there are indeed more disciples of the Luan Dao Sect than the Blood Sword Sect. Faced with Mo Laopa's provocation, Elder Qin naturally refused to show weakness and snorted coldly.
"Okay, okay, it's true that you two are going to fight each other as soon as they meet, so you should calm down a little bit."
The speaker was an old man in gray clothes, with white beard and hair, and a rosy face. It looked like he had been well-maintained.
When he saw the two people refusing to give in to each other, the old man in gray walked over slowly with a faint smile on his face. Before they arrived, a slight scent of medicine hit his face.
"Hmph, Liu Yishou is such a master of Shangqing Sect, why don't you pretend to be a good person here? I don't understand you yet?"
Unexpectedly, Mo Laopa didn't appreciate this attempt to persuade the fight. He frowned and couldn't help but say.
"This, this, Elder Qin, look, alas, I think he should not be called Mo Laopa, but Mo Lao Ci. His words always hurt people."
"Haha, Elder Liu, you are right, every word you say is always meant to hurt people."
Elder Qin and Liu Yishou had just exchanged a few words when another man and woman walked up next to them.
The man is a middle-aged man, wrapped in animal skins, with a chicken coop on his head, and an unkempt beard. When people look at him, they will subconsciously give in.
As for the woman in black, the mask covered her face, blocking most of her appearance.
After a while of greetings, several people sat down one after another.
The middle-aged man's surname is Shi, known as Elder Shi, and he comes from Baizhu Villa. He is the only one who is younger among the people present. The other woman in black is surnamed Hua, known as Elder Hua, and comes from Tianxiang Pavilion.
Mo Laopa, who seemed a bit arrogant, had to lower his arrogance and greet a few people at this moment.
Among the several people present, or the representatives of the five major sects, he can offend one person or two people, but he cannot offend them all.
When greeting each other, they are subconsciously exploring each other's details.
They all look like old fritters. Even though they appear harmonious on the surface, they have had countless confrontations secretly.
"Hey, Elder Qin, how about we take a bet and see whoever has more disciples come out at that time will win?"
This was proposed by Mo Laopa, looking eager to try, his eyes full of provocation.