After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

It was the time of the Jiuyou Ceremony. The guards at the door were all wearing dark ghost-faced armor, emitting a cold and solemn aura.

The leading monk's armor was more exquisite, and even the ghost face and eyes on his chest were as terrifying as a ghost. At this time, he realized that the person coming in front of him was a foundation-building monk, but he still did not raise his head.

Holding the spirit pen, he asked hoarsely, "Name, sect, and school?"

The Five Poison Sect's leader saw this and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. He suppressed his anger and said, "Wu Jiu, the leader of the Five Poison Sect, has been invited to participate in the Demon Sect Ceremony."

Upon hearing that the cultivator in front of him was actually the head of a sect, the Foundation Establishment Deacon raised his head and glanced at Wu Jiu and the people behind him, without any change on his face.

"Is there a warrant?"

He snapped his fingers and the ink-colored token flew out and hit the ghost-armored monk in front of him.

The deacon had a strange look on his face when he saw this, he raised his hand and grabbed the token with a dull bang and easily held it in his palm.

After a careful inspection, he carved a stream of spiritual energy inward and threw it back, saying calmly, "Go in."

Wu Jiu held his breath and concentrated, thinking that he would attack secretly, but he didn't expect that he would just throw it back. Looking at the person in front of him again, he didn't even look at him, and suddenly felt like he had punched cotton.

This kind of indifference made him a little angry for a moment. He took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"Let's go." Then he led a few people into the city.

Yu Fei and the others could see his suppressed anger, and they walked into Jiuyou City with their heads down, not daring to breathe.

Once I entered the city, I found that the surroundings were no different from ordinary mortal towns. There were even mortals selling maps and elixirs on the streets.

The head of the sect held the warrant in his hand, ignored the hawking of the mortals around him, and quickly led a few people to the marked inn.

It was the first time for Yu Fei and her companions to enter the city of cultivators. On the way, they only regretted that they did not have another pair of eyes. The further they walked into the city, the fewer houses there were. There were shops selling spiritual resources everywhere. Along the way, both sides of the road were almost all shops.

Every place was bustling with people. It was obvious that this magic sect ceremony attracted countless magic monks nearby.

Soon, the towering building came into view. It was not decorated much and looked particularly plain. Even the common carvings and colorful patterns were not used at all.

From time to time, monks walked past the door. They didn't pay attention to the people's attire and passed each other by.

When the maid in the building saw several strangers coming in, she smiled sweetly and walked towards them gracefully with her breasts half exposed.

"Senior, are you staying here with a warrant?"

Wu Jiu glanced at the maid in front of him, and then he realized that she actually had some cultivation, and was at the fourth level of Qi Refining. This made him feel that the gap between the Five Poison Sect and the Nine Netherworld was as huge as the world.

With a sour feeling in his heart, he threw the token in front of her.

"It turns out that it is the senior from the Five Poison Sect who has come."

The female cultivator placed the token on her forehead, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face. She bent her body to reveal a large area of ​​her snow-white chest, and bowed.

"Guys, please come with me."

She acted as if this sect was a remarkable place, which made Wu Jiu, who had suffered a lot along the way, feel much better.

When everyone reached the stairs of the pavilion, a light exclamation suddenly came from above.

"Wujiu?"

The leader of the Five Poison Sect turned his head and happened to see a middle-aged monk in an ink-black ghost robe. There was a smile on his resolute face, and he walked towards him with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

"Hahaha, long time no see, Brother Wu."

As he said that, he opened his arms and wanted to hug him.

"Mo Yun!"

Compared to the leader of the Ghost King Sect, Wu Jiu's eyes became gloomy and he gritted his teeth. He raised his hand, took out a dark green dagger and pointed it at his waist and abdomen, stopping him from moving forward.

"You are here too."

Seeing his actions, the Ghost King Sect's head Fang Zheng's face showed disappointment. He put down his hands in dismay.

"You're still so boring."

Then he glanced at the four people behind him, his eyes only fixed on the young man in purple robe, with hidden disdain in his eyes.

"Are these the best of your sect? They are really good, and they have the style of you back then."

Then he changed his tone and asked, "The ceremony will take a few days, why don't you and I have a fight with our disciples?"

Hearing this, Wu Jiu, who was about to turn around and leave, paused, with a hint of desire in his eyes.

Among the three disciples this time, except for the body-refining man, the other two have their own unique strengths, so there is still a chance of winning.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to agree, he suddenly thought of the magical instrument cultivated by the Ghost King Sect, the Soul Banner. He immediately stopped what he was about to say.

Although the Soul Banner was not as good as a lower-grade magic weapon when it was first made, as it absorbed more and more souls, it could break through the spiritual material limit of the magic weapon itself. When it reached 100,000 Soul Banners, even a lower-grade magic weapon would be almost the same.

She could only snort in a forced voice, uttered a boring word, and followed the maid upstairs.

The leader of the Ghost King Sect was a little disappointed when he saw this. After not seeing this guy for some time, he found that he had become much more stable, which made his wish come true.

Concubine Yu followed the maid into the room, looked at the furnishings in the room, then stood up and pushed open the window, and saw the monks from Xirang below.

The house is high up with an excellent view. Looking along the street, one can see that the most imposing building on this street is not the Jiuyou Inn, but a six-story pavilion diagonally opposite.

The jade building is crystal clear, as if the bricks and tiles are carved from spirit stones, exuding a pearly aura and extraordinary style. It is out of tune with the surrounding houses and shops.

Looking closely, I saw three big characters "Baibao Pavilion" written on the plaque.

Treasure House? What a big mouth.

Yu Fei became interested and pushed the door open and walked out of the room. She passed by the two brothers' door and thought for a moment before deciding to act alone. After all, it would be inconvenient to have them around.

As they slowly walked down the stairs, several more monks came in. As soon as one of them entered the Jiuyou Inn, he filled the hall with a strong fragrance.

The leader was a female cultivator in pink clothes. The three women behind her all had their collars pulled down and their elbows exposed, wantonly showing off their white hair. Their eyes and brows were extremely charming and alluring.

This might not be the Hehuan Sect, right? Yu Fei had a flash of thought and quickly moved aside to make way.

The leading female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage had charming eyebrows and eyes, and a mole on her lips made her look particularly seductive. Although her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, a closer look revealed the coldness in her eyes, which was no less than that of other male cultivators.

His eyes swept over Yu Fei, who was standing aside and covered tightly, and walked past him with her slender waist twisted.

At this moment, a faint orchid fragrance suddenly wafted through her nose, which seemed particularly elegant among the women who were full of powder. She raised her eyebrows and sniffed gently, and found that the fragrance was actually coming from the man just now.

I stopped and turned my head to look, only to see the corner of her black skirt disappearing at the door.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

Behind him was a witch with a slightly big mouth and narrow eyes, with a puzzled look in her eyes.

The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage ignored her nephew and asked the maid beside her, "Which sect is the female cultivator who just walked by from?"

The maid was stunned when she heard this, and said without thinking: "Reply to this senior, the disciple of the Five Poison Sect just now."

"Five Poison Sect?"

The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage frowned and thought for a long time, but could not figure out the existence of such a sect, so she had to temporarily put the idea aside and leave with the maid.