This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling looked up according to her intuition and happened to meet Tianxuan Yuanjun's gaze.

She didn't know how to describe this feeling. In fact, at this distance, it was impossible for her to see Tianxuan Yuanjun on the clouds, but she just felt a mysterious "feeling" - Tianxuan Yuanjun was looking at me.

A few drops of cold sweat flowed down An Ling's forehead. She lowered her head as if nothing had happened. Only then did she realize that her hands were shaking unconsciously. An Ling clenched her fists tightly, using the sharp pain of her nails digging into the flesh to calm herself down quickly.

The little incident that happened to Fa Yan and An Ling did not affect the normal progress of the conference. Everyone ignored the Seven Killing Sect who had not arrived yet, and called on their disciples to get ready and start fighting in the small world fragments.

Shao Shuang'er, who was still wiping the heavy sword "Huanhua", was very attentive. She noticed at a glance that An Ling's face was not right, and then asked with concern: "Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

An Ling forced a smile, looked at her senior sister's sincere eyes, shook her head and smiled, "I'm fine, just a little nervous."

"Don't force yourself if you don't feel well!" Shao Shuang'er warned.

At this time, a stream of light suddenly appeared from the water mirror in front of the disciples, pointing to a cloud of mist in the center of the venue. Fu explained, "This is a teleportation array connecting the fragments of the small world. Disciples from the major sects must rely on the guidance of their own unique water mirrors before they can enter the arena to compete." She thought for a moment and added, "This is for fairness considerations, to prevent someone from replacing someone else in the competition."

"How did the Tianqiong Sect know which water mirror each person would use? Or in other words, how did they determine the identities of the disciples?" An Ling always felt that it was a bit strange. If they wanted to fight each other, they could just set up an arena in an open space. Why did they have to fight in a small world? And the most important thing was, how would they get out after the fight?

Suddenly, she didn't want to participate anymore.

An Ling asked Elder Mu Qing through voice transmission: "Elder, was the last Immortal Sect Conference like this as well?"

"No," Mu Qing's face was filled with anger and murderous intent. She stared closely at the so-called "small world fragment" of the Sky Dome Sect and replied in a voice transmission: "There is something fishy in the Sky Dome Sect."

Mu Qing exchanged glances with the other elders, all of them feeling that something was not right. However, Abbot Fayan, who had just raised the objection, had been forced to "shut up", so what else could they do?

An Ling was startled, and then gently pulled her friends' sleeves, and then whispered to the surrounding Sword Sect disciples: "There is something strange about the venue this time, we should not act rashly."

"From now on, everyone must ensure their own safety first, and then find a way to gather together." An Ling thought of the fragment of the Heavenly Dao she had encountered before, and her mood had already fallen to the bottom. She finally remembered what that strange sense of familiarity was. The "Daoyun" chanting that surrounded everyone was exactly the same as the fragment of the Heavenly Dao in Tianxing Mansion before! The sound she made when facing the strange statue in the virtual world of the fragment was this chant! Exactly the same!

And now, the Tianqiong Sect wants all the disciples of the six major immortal sects to enter this "small world fragment". It can be said that they have ulterior motives. At this time, An Ling knows without even thinking about it what the hell this so-called small world fragment is - it is another fragment of the Heavenly Dao!

The others didn't know what was going on and looked confused. Only a few smart people guessed from some clues that something big was going to happen, so they became alert and were ready to run away at any time.

An Ling really wanted to run away, but how could she run when the sect leader didn't make any move? She touched the broken stars behind her and sighed in her heart, "My friend, I'm afraid I have to rely on you this time."

Except for the organizer, Tianqiong Sect, and Qisha Sect which did not come, the other four major sects had different thoughts, and no disciple was willing to be the first to enter the small world.

"What? Do you still want me to treat you?" Tianxuan Yuanjun was a little angry. She just slightly raised her tone, which made the young disciples present tremble, for fear of angering the mighty power of heaven.

Ainofi crossed his arms, waiting for someone to speak. Fayan was silenced and could not say anything, so he had to wait for others to speak. In fact, there were not many people present who could speak in front of Tianxuan. Fayan was half a speaker before, but now he doesn't even have the power to speak half. Ainofi himself has close contacts with the Tianqiong Sect and will not refute Tianxuan openly. Almost all the elders of the Wan Yao Valley are dead, leaving only a useless sect leader who is addicted to fun all day long, occupying the toilet without doing anything, making the entire sect a transparent person. Generally speaking, among the six major immortal sects, only the Tianqiong Sect and the Canglan Sword Sect have the real say.

Luo Qinghuai sniffed hard, pointed at the two sect leaders beside him strangely, then spread his hands and said indifferently: "Tianxuan, we old guys can't stand such a new immortal sect conference. Why do we have to fight in the small world this year? How can these disciples get out when the time comes?"

"This is God's will, and it is also the best outcome." Just when Fa Yan thought that Luo Qinghuai would be banned from speaking like him, Tian Xuan explained to Luo Qinghuai, "When the time comes, you will naturally understand my intention."

"God's will? Haha, could it be another of those weird things your old man dreamed about?" Luo Qinghuai rolled his eyes mockingly, full of disdain.

Tianxuan Yuanjun was not angry, but said something inexplicable to Luo Qinghuai, "Whether it is true or not, I believe that Sect Master Luo knows better than me."

Then, she stood up from Dragon Ancestor's head and stomped lightly on the dragon's head. Dragon Ancestor then obediently carried Tianxuan Yuanjun to "swim" downwards. As Dragon Ancestor approached, the young disciples of the major sects were so intimidated and suppressed by his threat that they could not breathe.

Tianxuan Yuanjun no longer cared about Luo Qinghuai, but simply waved his hand, grabbed all the disciples present, and threw them into the fragments of the small world, leaving them to fend for themselves.

She was so arrogant that Luo Qinghuai didn't expect her to dare to take action! All the sect leaders and elders used their life's skills to try to hold back their disciples. At this moment, Tianxuan's eyes suddenly turned into a bright golden color, her long hair fluttered behind her head, and her thin lips slightly opened. Although she didn't make any sound, everyone present felt that their brains were hit by some kind of impact, and they were dizzy for a short time. By the time they reacted, Tianxuan had almost taken all the disciples in!

The first person to react was Luo Qinghuai, the leader of the Canglan Sword Sect. He was already furious with the Tianqiong Sect, and now Tianxuan had kidnapped so many of his disciples in front of him. He drew his sword in anger, and the long sword with ice cracks composed of countless small swords instantly split into two. Countless flying swords like needles rushed towards Tianxuan Yuanjun in the sky like a vast and boundless river of sword energy. Because Luo Qinghuai's speed and spiritual power were too strong, she was forced to abandon Dragon Ancestor and flee. Tianxuan kicked Dragon Ancestor's head hard, and the huge force pressed it to the ground, and she fled in the opposite direction.

The position of Dragon Ancestor happened to be with its abdomen facing the long river of sword energy that was flowing upstream. After experiencing countless years of hardships and being given to the Tianqiong Sect as compensation in his later years, he had endured countless tortures and was finally pierced through the body by Luo Qinghuai's sword energy. Most of the flying swords only pierced Dragon Ancestor's body and continued to chase Tianxuan Yuanjun in the distance. A small number of flying swords were deeply stuck in some hard parts and could not be pulled out. He roared helplessly at the flag with the totem of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley sect, hoping that the sect could help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but he could only sadly discover that there was no one in the position of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. The disciples who came from the Ten Thousand Demons Valley were all isolated and helpless. They couldn't even take care of themselves, so how could they have the leisure to take care of it?

Luo Qinghuai felt something was wrong and discovered that his flying sword was stuck in the bone. In extreme anger, he directly detonated the sword energy attached to the flying sword, shattering most of the Dragon Ancestor's body, turning this divine dragon that once called the wind and rain in the clouds and was worshipped by mortals into a pile of broken and rotten meat. The broken meat and blood rain were scattered on the spotless clouds of the Tianqiong Sect, and the white clouds kept wriggling after smelling the smell of flesh and blood, absorbing the flesh and blood, and the entire ground became clean and tidy again.

The dragon head landed above the flag of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. After its eyes, still open in death, swept across the totem above it, the dragon blood spurting from its neck dyed most of the flag red. Then, its head fell beside the flagpole with a snap, and no one cared.