This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Just as An Ling and the others were whispering about how long the Ten Thousand Demons Valley could endure, a blinding light appeared from the front, causing several people to peek out from the gap between the strange beasts where the sect master and the elders were sitting in front of them to see what was going on.

She heard the sound before she saw the person. The familiar chimes and drums mixed with the singing of countless people swept in from far away. The celestial music was faint and the lingering sound was endless. An Ling couldn't help frowning when she heard it. She always felt that she seemed to have heard this sound somewhere, but she couldn't remember where.

"Hey, what a familiar voice. Have I heard it somewhere before?" Wu Baiquan frowned.

"Is it the time when the Brahma tree was in the sky?" Murong Ziqiu said, "This is the Dao Yun. I remember you said you felt very uncomfortable after listening to it."

Wu Baiquan frowned and covered his head. He was indeed having a headache again.

An Ling listened to the conversation between the two. She had also heard this voice at the Brahma tree, but it was not the voice that triggered her memories. What was the other one?

"An Ling, look! That's the legendary Tianxuan Yuanjun!" Shao Shuang'er suddenly pulled An Ling's arm and said excitedly. Her words interrupted An Ling's memories. She couldn't help but look forward as Shao Shuang'er said, and saw a black line faintly appearing in the distance above the five-colored heavy clouds that had shrouded the sky of Tianqiong Sect for countless years. In just a moment, the line gradually expanded and turned into a "surface" covering the sky. The black shadow kept approaching the direction of the venue, with unstoppable momentum and deterrence.

When the shadow spread over the conference hall, in full view of everyone, an object as huge as a mountain poked out from the dark clouds. Two round objects as big as discs that continued to emit brilliant golden light replaced the original sun and hung in the sky, leaving everyone with nothing but to look up at such brilliance.

An Ling stared fixedly at the shadow in the sky, her heart pounding - this was too cool, it was simply the embodiment of holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars!

"Master of the Tianqiong Sect, Tianxuan Yuanjun has arrived!" Fu's voice came from the air, accompanied by the faint Taoist fairy sound, and came with the huge shadow.

Nalan, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley who was sitting below, clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, and the wounds bled. However, due to the physical fitness of the cultivators, they healed quickly. She looked at the high and mighty "Tianxuan Yuanjun" with resentment, almost biting her teeth to pieces. That was their king of beasts - Dragon Ancestor! It was the symbol of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley, and its situation also represented the rise and fall of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley. Now, Dragon Ancestor was snatched away by the Sky Dome Sect with despicable means, and was forcibly enslaved and became the mount of Tianxuan. Such humiliation, such humiliation... Sooner or later, Nalan would get it back from the Sky Dome Sect!

It turned out that the huge object in the sky was the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley - "Dragon Ancestor". Ever since the decline of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, this "ancestor" had been involuntarily mortgaged to the Tianqiong Sect by his unworthy descendants in exchange for the right to survive and practice. Now the few remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley have to witness with their own eyes their ancestor being used as a mount in such a public occasion. The bitterness and humiliation are beyond words.

The movable "mountain" also began to move. First, a small part of "scales" as rough as the bark of an ancient tree poked out. The old dragon's skin had become wrinkled, and the luster of the scales began to dim, turning into a material like low-quality plastic. The scales were loosely stacked together, losing their former glory. But as the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even though the old dragon has become like this due to the passage of time, it still has boundless domineering aura, which makes people respect and fear it. Not long after, the head of the Dragon Ancestor also poked out, and the back part gradually appeared as it swam among the clouds: its head is like a crocodile, horns like a deer, claws like an eagle, body like a snake, scales like fish, two long whiskers and five claws, it is an extremely standard traditional dragon. But it is a pity that no matter how powerful Dragon Ancestor is, he still cannot escape the power of time. He is black in color, with golden horns and golden eyes, but the mane on his head and back is black and white. While swimming, Nalan, who has excellent eyesight, saw that many scales on Dragon Ancestor's body were gone, revealing dark red wounds that had not yet scabbed.

Tianxuan Yuanjun, wearing a gorgeous crown and nine-layer seven-colored clothes, sat cross-legged on the head of Dragon Ancestor. He looked down with indifferent eyes at the immortals who were like ants below. He did not speak, but stayed in the clouds and glanced at everyone in a very deterrent manner, which made people feel creepy, as if they had done something wrong.

After a while, the people from the Rulu Temple and the Yuehua Sect who had arrived late also took their seats one after another. When they saw Tianxuan Yuanjun in the sky, their expressions were either calm or excited, but it didn't matter at all, because Tianxuan Yuanjun hovering in the sky would not care about the little thoughts of every ordinary disciple.

After waiting for a while, except for the Seven Killing Sect, the other five major sects had all arrived. Everyone discussed through voice transmission that the Seven Killing Sect did not come this time. Wasn't it too disrespectful to the Sky Dome Sect?

Tianxuan Yuanjun sneered, and her voice was not loud, but it was heard everywhere. At the moment she spoke, no one dared to have any other thoughts, "The Immortal Sect Conference begins now!"

An Ling was surprised to find that as Tianxuan Yuanjun spoke, a water mirror suddenly rose in front of each person. She hesitantly tapped the water mirror, and a male disciple of the Yuehua Sect appeared in it with a confused expression. This male disciple was wearing a white hood, a specialty of the Yuehua Sect, and half of his face was tattooed with complex patterns, looking very seductive.

"This is?"

The Dunhuang fairy Fu, who was very familiar to everyone before, led dozens of fairies behind her, with a basket full of spiritual flowers on her arm and a silk ribbon several meters long floating behind her. She danced in the air, and while dancing, she scattered the spiritual flowers in the basket to the venue. For a moment, petals fell colorfully, and fairy music sounded. The chanting that had been lingering in everyone's ears suddenly increased, and the music and dance brought the atmosphere of the venue to a climax.

Fu smiled gracefully and slowly descended to mid-air. She said in a clear voice: "My fellow immortals, I believe you all have remembered me. I am Elder Fu of the Divine Realm of the Sky Dome Sect. Today, I will host this Immortal Sect Conference."

"Everyone, please look at the water mirror in front of you. The person in the water mirror is the opponent you have drawn this time. Please take a break. The game will begin soon."

Luo Qinghuai couldn't sit still anymore. He patted the fur of the strange beast under him and laughed loudly: "You said extraction is extraction? Who can guarantee that you didn't make up the order yourself!"

Fu's professionalism was very strong. Upon hearing this, she was not annoyed at all. She just smiled and bowed to Luo Qinghuai, and replied: "Master Luo, I am honored to meet you. The rules of our Tianqiong Sect are absolutely fair and just. Moreover, our disciples have solid practice, so there is no reason for them to cheat by these means."

Luo Qinghuai pointed at Fu with his thumb, turned his head and laughed at Master Fayan, the abbot of Rulu Temple not far away, "Fayan, look, oh my, 'My disciples practice well'."

Fa Yan lowered his head and pretended to be deaf, ignoring Luo Qinghuai who was going crazy again.

An Ling looked at the Sect Master jumping up and down to show his presence, and felt like she was walking on a tightrope. Help, Sect Master, please stop making things more difficult for us and attracting hatred. What if others get really angry and don't even let us admit defeat, and just beat us to death? After more than two years of study and life, she finally understood why people always said that Canglan Sword Sect had a very bad reputation among the immortal sects. It turned out that from the Sect Master to the disciples, they were all mean!

Seeing that Fa Yan ignored him, Luo Qinghuai turned to the other side and talked to the leader of Yuehua Sect, Ai Nuofei: "My beautiful lady Ai, you are still so beautiful after not seeing you for many years!"

The Yuehua Sect values ​​girls over boys, and those who hold actual power are all women. Among them, the most mysterious leader, Ainofei, wears a hood and hides her face in the shadows, with only a small piece of white and smooth chin skin exposed. She opened her mouth slightly, and her voice was extremely hoarse, "Luo Qinghuai, watch your mouth. I don't mind making you unable to speak forever."

Luo Qinghuai was definitely not afraid. He just shrugged his shoulders when he heard that and leaned on the cushion with an indifferent look on his face, looking like a piece of rolled meat.

But no matter how much he acted recklessly, he still placed most of his vigilance on Tianxuan Yuanjun who was riding on the Dragon Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, and secretly estimated the skills of these "old friends" who he had not seen for a long time after so many years.