Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

The crowd was noisy, and the sound of cursing and cheering was endless.

In the crowd, Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to the outside world and meditated and regulated his breathing.

When he just came down from the field, his true energy was almost exhausted. If he hadn't gritted his teeth with a strong will, he would have almost fainted.

After an unknown period of time, Qin Feng felt a little better and slowly opened his eyes.

"Sixth Senior Brother, how are you?"

Lu Youwei asked with concern,

"Not bad."

Qin Feng said, and then asked him rather depressedly:

"What are the odds for my match against Lin Wan'er?"

"1 to 10."

When he heard such high odds, he looked extremely distressed, as if he had lost 100 million:

"If I had known this, I should have let you bet on me to win, wouldn't it be a huge profit?"

After hearing this, Lu Youwei chuckled and took out two hundred yuan from his storage bag. The second-level spirit stone came and was handed to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment:

"This is..."

Lu Youwei smiled and said:

"Those people at the betting office have been sneering at my senior brother. I was so angry that I bet all on you to win."

Qin Feng was overjoyed after hearing this and excitedly patted Lu Youwei's shoulder:

"Good boy, you are really amazing!"

As an absolute money-grubber, Qin Feng took all the 200 second-level spirit stones into his arms, and a rare smile appeared on his face. He was much happier than when he beat Lin Wan'er.

Lu Youwei said again:

"Brother, I just heard that the head of the sect has said that anyone who wins the battle today will be rewarded with 30,000 sect merits and can enter and exit the Sutra Library five times... You must live a life of wealth and honor, and don't forget each other!"

Qin Feng was immediately overwhelmed by this good news.

"Is there really such a benefit?"

The sect merits of the Nether Ghost Sect can be directly exchanged for spirit stones. One merit can be exchanged for one first-level spirit stone.

30,000 sect merits is 300 second-level spirit stones!

But basically, no one will use sect merits to directly exchange spirit stones.

Because the disciples of the Nether Ghost Sect can exchange various elixirs, magic tools, and skills through sect merits,

and a bottle of elixir may cost five or six hundred first-level spirit stones to buy outside, but in the sect, it only takes more than a hundred sect merits to exchange.

However, the only way to obtain sect merits is to complete various sect tasks or to make great contributions to the sect. Spirit stones cannot be used to exchange for sect merits...

Qin Feng stood up and looked up at the square in front of him.

Only then did he know that during the time he was meditating and regulating his breath, the Nether Ghost Sect and Wuchen Temple had fought two more matches, and Wuchen Temple won both matches.

So if it weren't for Qin Feng's upset, the winner would have been decided at this time, and Wuchen Temple would not have had to fight this fifth match.

At this time, the battle between the two sides on the field seemed to be coming to an end.

The one who represented the Nether Ghost Sect was Qin Feng's fourth senior brother Lin Yidao. He was standing proudly with the demon sword "Red Eye" under his feet. His whole body was covered in blood, looking extremely terrifying, but he didn't seem to care at all.

And the one who fought from Wuchen Temple was a young talent dressed in green, holding a folding fan magic weapon, graceful, with no blood on his body, but his face was extremely pale.

"The Demon Sword Art that old Xuanyin got from the ruins of the Demon Palace is really powerful. Okay, okay, I will fight you!"

The monk of Wuchen Temple said, then sat down cross-legged and chanted:

"Once you enter the reincarnation, you will be reborn three times, and three lives are like a dream to return to Wuchen."

After saying that, his aura suddenly increased, and then he swung his sword and was about to wipe his neck!

"No!"

The Taoist Qingxu shook his body, and pressed several acupoints of the monk of Wuchen Temple, and then looked at the King of Hell:

"This battle is lost by my Wuchen Temple. From now on, I will not ask about the treasures in the Golden Gate Taoist Canon that you stole!"

After saying that, he picked up the person and walked away.

These people from the six sects of Taoism did what they said. After the victory or defeat, they did not drag their feet at all. They returned to the flying boats and flying spirit beasts, and slowly retreated outside in an orderly formation.

The Demon Sect had no intention of stopping them.

After all, since the enemy had already left, the Nether Ghost Sect had to be on high alert to deal with the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect and the Soul Devouring Sect.

The three sects were almost incompatible. If the Dao Sect had not rushed into the Nether Mountains with great momentum, how could the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect and the Soul Devouring Sect send people to help them out if they were afraid of losing their teeth?

Everyone had their own plans, so once the people from the six Dao Sects left, the front of the Immortal Hall became inexplicably quiet, and the atmosphere was

It became extremely strange.

At this moment, several staggering lights suddenly flew in from outside and landed in front of Murong Hua, the head of the Wanshi Sect, crying loudly:

"Head, something bad has happened. The people from the Six Sects of Taoism have broken through our mountain gate!"

After hearing this, Murong Hua's eyes widened:

"Damn it, I fell into the trap of those Taoist priests!"

After saying that, he called the head of the Soul Devouring Sect, the Faceless Demon, and hurried away with his disciples...

It turned out that the Six Sects of Taoism came to the Netherworld Mountains for two main purposes. One was to ask for the return of some of the magic weapons of the Jinmen Daozang stolen by the Netherworld Ghost Sect for Wuchen Temple, and the other was to attack the Wanshi Sect.

Among them, the latter was actually the main purpose.

Because the Wanshi Sect has been acting more and more rampant in recent years, it has attacked and destroyed several small and medium-sized Taoist sects in a row, and turned all the people into zombies, gradually becoming a thorn in the eyes of the Six Sects of Taoism that must be taught a lesson.

Therefore, the six sects' attack this time was actually a tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

While attacking the Netherworld Ghost Sect with great fanfare, they hid some elite troops in secret. After Murong Hua led his men away, they suddenly launched an attack and cooperated with the internal response to break through the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect in one fell swoop...

Above the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, "Drunken Sword Immortal" Ling Hun looked at the Corpse Immortal Peak that had turned into a sea of ​​fire, drank a sip, and laughed:

"Great! Great!"

Seeing his old friend Qingxu Taoist next to him with a distressed look on his face, he handed over the wine gourd:

"Old Taoist, are you still worried about the defeat of the Netherworld Ghost Sect?"

Qingxu Taoist waved his hand and said worriedly:

"You old beggar, how many times have I said that I have already... I have quit drinking for five hundred years...

The defeat of the Nether Ghost Sect was a small matter, but this time, I saw that many of the young descendants of our six sects had outstanding roots, but their character and fighting experience were far behind the rising stars of the Demon Sect.

The next sixty-nine catastrophe is coming. At this time of great changes in the world, how can I feel at ease? "

Ling Hun smiled:

"You old Taoist priest, you like to worry about the future. There are always talented people in every generation. When you and I faced the forty-nine catastrophe for the first time, how much better could we be than the younger generation now?

Let's go quickly. I am an old beggar who is so poor that I don't want to fight with Murong Hua at this time. "

As he spoke, his figure gradually became ethereal, and he didn't know where he had gone...