Seven days later, in the Dreamcloud Mountain Range in the northwest of the State of Qi's Liang Province, there was an enormous valley that was surrounded by mountains on all sides. Tens of Immortal Cultivators wearing clothes of various colors were gathered at the plaza at the center of the valley. They were either discussing loudly or whispering in low voices, and it was extremely lively.
Judging from their clothes, these cultivators were divided into two groups. One group wore blood-red robes and exuded a pungent smell of blood. The other group wore gray robes and exuded a gloomy aura.
"Why haven't the people of the Underworld Corpse Sect and the He Huan Sect arrived yet?" A short and fat man in gray robes looked up at the sky and frowned.
"The Underworld Corpse Sect and the Joyous Union Sect are quite far from the Liang Province. They always arrive late. Don't you know that, Fellow Song?" A young woman with a voluptuous figure in a blue dress said with a smile. Her beautiful eyes were captivating.
When the man in gray robes heard this, he was about to say something when another man in gray robes seemed to see something and shouted excitedly, "They're here."
As soon as his voice fell, everyone looked up at the sky.
The man in gray robes and the woman in blue robes looked up at the sky.
There was a flash of light in the distant sky. Then, a black light flew from afar.
Not long after, everyone saw the true appearance of the black light. It was a giant black bat about fifty or sixty feet long. There were more than a dozen figures standing on it. It was Wang Changsheng and the others.
Not long after, the giant black bat landed in the valley. Wang Changsheng and the other disciples jumped down from the black bat.
"Long time no see, Fellow Zhou," the man in gray robes greeted the old man in black robes who came down from the giant black bat.
"Long time no see, what's wrong? The He Huan Sect hasn't arrived yet? " After the old man in black robes said politely, he glanced at the crowd in the valley and frowned.
"No, maybe they were delayed on the way," the man in gray robes shook his head and said with uncertainty.
"Hehe, aren't they here now?" A pleasant female voice suddenly came from the sky and resounded through the clouds.
In the next moment, a red light flew over from the distant horizon. After a few flashes, it landed in the valley.
Surprisingly, the red light was a red flying boat that was fifty to sixty feet long. It was engraved with a large number of red runes, and a dozen young men and women were standing in the red flying boat.
The woman was young and beautiful with a graceful figure, while the man was handsome and dignified. A woman in a red dress with delicate features was standing at the front of the red flying boat.
"Eh, it's her." Wang Changsheng's heart tightened when he saw the woman in the red dress.
The red-dressed woman turned out to be the black-dressed woman who had shamelessly threatened Wang Changsheng at the auction held by the Taiqing Palace. After several decades, the red-dressed woman had successfully formed her Gold Core and become a Core Formation cultivator.
If he had known that this woman was a Core Formation cultivator from the All Pleasure Sect, Wang Changsheng would never have come to the Heavenly Devil Conference.
At this time, Wang Changsheng could only pray that the woman in the red dress had already forgotten his appearance.
"Eh, this Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. How should I address you?" The blue-dressed woman's expression changed and she asked with a smile.
"Mu Ruyao," the woman in the red dress said indifferently.
"Mu Ruyao? How should I address Fellow Daoist Mu and the All Pleasure Sect's Grand Elder Mu Yunxuan? "The black-robed old man asked with hesitation.
"That is my father. Why? Does this Fellow Daoist know my father? "Mu Ruyao glanced at the black-robed old man and said indifferently.
The black-robed old man shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I've only met Senior Mu once, so I don't really know her."
"Oh, alright, everyone is here, right? As usual, each of us will send out four disciples. Two on two, and the ranking will be based on the number of winners. "Mu Ruyao nodded and said with a calm expression.
The following matters were simple. The cultivators from the four sects would draw lots to determine the order of appearance. There were a total of sixteen people.
Eight groups would compete.
The four sects had brought a lot of disciples. Those who did not participate in the competition walked out of the queue, built four rings, and set up restrictions.
After the four rings were built, the grey-robed man said, "The rings are built. Send out two disciples!"
"Wang Changsheng, Chen Yingying, you two go to the second and third rings respectively. Remember, this is a life-and-death battle. Don't hold back, or you will die," the black-robed old man ordered with a dignified face.
"Yes, Master Zhou," Wang Changsheng and a young woman in a green dress responded, walked out of the crowd, and walked to their respective rings.
Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall and thin man in a blood-red robe, who had the cultivation of the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
When the surrounding cultivators saw who their opponents were, a commotion broke out among the surrounding cultivators as they whispered to each other.
Most of the cultivators in the ring were at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and there were two at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. As for the early stage of Foundation Establishment, only Wang Changsheng was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Therefore, the battle between Wang Changsheng and the man in a blood-red robe attracted a lot of attention.
"Am I seeing things?! The Underworld Corpse Sect actually sent out a Foundation Establishment cultivator to fight, and the opposite disciple is at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. I think the Underworld Corpse Sect's disciple is doomed this time.
"That's not necessarily true. Since he was chosen by the Underworld Corpse Sect to participate in the Heavenly Devil Conference, he should have real ability. However, it's not easy for an early stage Foundation Establishment cultivator to defeat a late stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."
The tall and thin man in a blood-red robe carefully sized up Wang Changsheng, and a look of contempt flashed across his face. In his opinion, even if the opponent's strength was much stronger than some early stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, it was impossible for him to defeat a late stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Not to mention other things, he could exhaust the opponent to death.
On a small slope not far from the ring, four Core Formation cultivators were gathered together, leisurely talking about something.
"I say, Fellow Zhou, is your Underworld Corpse Sect giving up on participating in this Heavenly Devil Conference? You actually sent an early stage Foundation Establishment cultivator to participate in the life-and-death battle. "The young woman in a blue dress saw Wang Changsheng and chuckled.
"It's hard to say who will win until the last moment," the black-robed old man said calmly.
Hearing that, the young woman in a blue dress muttered to herself inside.
Mu Ruyao saw Wang Changsheng, and a trace of doubt flashed through her eyes.
"The battle begins!" the grey-robed man shouted.
As soon as he said that, the cultivators in the four rings immediately took action.
As soon as Immortal Wang stopped speaking, he immediately took off the corpse pouch at his waist and tossed it forward. He struck it with a seal, and immediately, a thick black mist mixed with gusts of chilling wind surged out from the pouch. In the blink of an eye, a small half of the stage was obscured from the blood-robed man's vision.
In the next moment, five Bronze-armored Corpses and two Iron-armored Corpses jumped out of the black mist and pounced towards the blood-robed man.
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