Glamorous Fast Time Guide

The Demon Slaying Conference was held as scheduled in the Sanqing Xianzong. This was a conference that was rarely seen the year before. Many big sects and small sects gathered together. It was supposed to be a meeting for serious discussions, but now it was eerily silent.

"Why?" The person who came was dressed in black, with dark red embroidered text and printed clothes, his face was like a crown jade, and he was heroic. Except for the demonic energy he released on purpose to block the eyes, there was nothing else that made people think he was a demon. The feeling of repair. "Why, don't you welcome me?"

The head of Sanqing has already realized that he is a person who has lived for so long. He has not seen such a big scene. He smiled and said, "It is rare for the Venerable Demon Lord to come to Sanqing, but today is the meeting of all the immortal sects to fight against demons." , if the venerable is present..." His words became more and more indifferent as he spoke, already having a descriptive meaning.

Unexpectedly, Venerable Wanmo suddenly laughed up to the sky, his black clothes trembled with his smile, he conjured up a seat in a place, and pulled the two detected demons to sit on the case. At the banquet, he said, "I am not on the same side as that old ghost, huh, am I not qualified to participate in the demon-hunting conference? I have tens of thousands of disciples, and I dare to make an oath here to participate in this event with all my strength." The next Demon Slaying Conference."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the people below with a half smile but not a smile. The person he saw was sitting on pins and needles, as if someone had stabbed his back with a needle, and cold sweat broke out.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Su Liushui was staring into the distance, when suddenly he heard a movement of air beside him, and someone sat down there, and at the same time as he sat down, the sound brushed past his ears, as if someone frivolously touched his earlobe.

His face sank all of a sudden, and the sword light stabbed at the man silently. The sword light disappeared without a trace, making it too late for the man to hide, and he couldn't hide. The mouthful of blood gushing up from the light thorns was swallowed directly from his throat, his face flushed unnaturally, and he suddenly lowered his head and made a strange "hehehehe" sound. With his long hair, his voice was like a ghost shouting, and his face was gloomy.

His voice was very scary, causing Su Liushui to frown and look at him sideways. He raised his head as if he had sensed something, and fixed his black eyes on him, as if a storm was condensing inside. Afterwards, his face He also slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Su Liushui glanced at him and immediately looked away from him. His expression was neither sad nor pitiful, as if nothing happened.

But no matter how small the movement is, it will be noticed by someone with a heart watching it all the time, let alone under the eyes of a powerful monk.

Venerable Wanmo lowered his head and continued to laugh a few more times, and then he felt cold eyes from other places, piercing his body, he raised his head along the line of sight, and saw two pairs of restrained and angry eyes from both sides , he suddenly evoked a playful smile at them, but his eyes were cold and inquisitive, and silently slid across Su Liushui's body again.

When Patriarch Wanmo finished his sentence "Why can't I participate in the banquet?", the scene froze even more for a moment.

There was still a senior who broke the deadlock and opened his mouth. He pondered for a while, and said rationally, "Although Venerable Wanmo is a demon, he is practicing the way of righteous demons. What we are asking for advice this time is demons, and has nothing to do with Venerable Wanmo. From my point of view, it doesn’t matter if you let all demons participate.”

In the end, the head of Sanqing sighed, and quickly made a decision, "It doesn't matter, no matter if you are a demon cultivator, a Taoist cultivator, a Buddhist cultivator, or other strange cultivators, as long as you don't violate the laws of heaven and are riddled with sins, you can participate in this competition." Demon Hunting Conference."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly stood up, bowed his head and saluted, "Just now my vision was narrowed, and I was abrupt." His appearance aroused the goodwill of the decent people who sat down, and they all said loudly, "What's wrong with the master?" Yes, this is something that ordinary people would think of."

Wan Mo sneered after hearing this, and didn't say anything, just laughed dryly a few times, and said, "I'm fine, it's just that my two little disciples were quite frightened..."

The head of Sanqing immediately answered, "I have two top-quality magic swords here." He pointed out two long swords in the air, one was thin and long, icy in the body, and the other was thick and long, shrouded in virtual fire, Seeing that they were both high-quality swords, he said, "I don't need these two swords, so I will give them to the two disciples of Venerable Demons."

Wanmo raised his eyebrows and accepted it. His black hair flowed freely behind him. He didn't tie his hair up in a bun, letting his black hair flutter freely, making him look even more gloomy. He looks quite handsome and has deep features. The gloomy appearance revealed may be a handsome man like a jade peck. Hearing this, he turned around and shouted, "Hurry up and take what the master gave you."

The disciple of the Demon Sect was not afraid of anything, no danger and protected by ten thousand demons, he immediately stepped forward to take the sword with a smile on his face, bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

Things finally settled down, and the head of Sanqing immediately entered the topic.

He thought for a while, then sat in the chief seat and said loudly, "The target of our crusade is the ancestor of the corpse king..."