He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

"I say, how long are we going to wait here?"

A male cultivator with a gaunt face but an unusually plump body sat on a chair carved from golden nanmu wood, looking unhappy.

Across from him, a burly man with his legs crossed was playing with two iron balls of unknown material in his hands: "Why are you in such a hurry? If you're impatient, you can leave first."

"I have plenty of time, but some people, if they don't break through, they probably won't live for many years, right?"

The atmosphere at the scene was tense for a moment, until the two women approached, they calmed down a little.

Yao Yi, the leader of the Yin Yang Sect, possesses the Ring of Bi Tao and has reached the half-step emperor realm.

The Sword Demon Nangong Ling, carrying the Edge of the Sky, is also at the Half-Step Emperor Realm. A few days ago, he even killed a blind pseudo-emperor, and became the talk of the town.

Especially since the two girls have a close relationship and are said to be disciples of a powerful emperor, people dare not provoke them.

As soon as they saw them coming, the two who were bickering immediately stood up and behaved more flatteringly than Sect Leader Mingzong.

"Two seniors, please?"

Yao Yi glanced at their seats and showed a look of disgust: "I don't want to sit in a place that has been sat by a stinky man."

"That's right, that's right!"

Neither of them was angry, they just stood there, and no one dared to sit down.

The other monks also stood up when they saw this, fearing that they would anger the two girls and die suddenly before entering the legendary secret realm.

"It's boring."

Nangong Ling was not impressed by the performance of these monks and turned around to leave the slightly crowded reception room.

After the two women left, the other cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. The best among them were only in the late stage of the Venerable Realm, and they were still a long way from achieving great perfection, not to mention Nangong Ling who could kill the false emperor within a hundred moves.

"My goodness, who on earth is their master, who can train such terrifying disciples?"

"I heard it, just heard it." A cunning-looking man looked outside and whispered, "A fellow Taoist of mine came from the northwest corner. According to him, Senior Sword Demon was only a warrior in the Body Tempering Realm five years ago!"

The hall was filled with the sound of people gasping for air. The monks looked at each other and no one spoke for a long time.

"Fake... fake, right?" A female cultivator swallowed her saliva. "Five years to reach this realm? It took me more than five years to reach the Condensed Veins Realm back then!"

"The Nangong family in the northwest corner has become a near-holiday site. Everyone who's been there knows that five years ago, Senior Sword Demon was only a warrior at the Body Tempering Realm, isolated by the entire family. Then, she rose to prominence, first reaching the Star Stepping Realm within six months and defeating the clan sister who had dug out her Supreme Bone. This led to the Holy Temple's destruction, and later, she uprooted all of the Holy Temple's influence in Northern Continent..."

The one-eyed monk in the corner silently recounted Nangong Ling's past, leaving everyone stunned.

"Master Mu, is everything you said true?"

The Taoist smiled upon hearing this and said, "I am a cultivator from the northwest corner. I happen to know about this Nangong family. These matters can be learned locally. Another thing is that the Queen of the Western Wilderness Snake Clan, the Ice Queen of the Amy Clan, the Wind Saint of the Yuhui Sect, and the Evil Tiger King of the Yougu Mountains have equally close relationships with these two."

"How come so many powerful people emerged from the tiny northwest corner?"

The one-eyed Taoist priest flicked his whisk and said, "Hey, didn't you just ask the two seniors where their teachers came from? This is the answer."

The hall fell silent again. If a top-notch person appeared in the northwest corner, it might be a coincidence. Two people might be the jackpot, but so many people appearing in a row could only mean one thing.

Someone trained them!

As for who this person is, no one knows, but they all know that this person is definitely someone who can hold the sun, moon and stars in his hands.

"With that senior's participation, aren't we just here to serve as a foil?" A certain cultivator pounded the back of his chair unwillingly.

Taoist Mu glanced at him and asked, "Do you know what the greatest treasure of this Sun and Moon Altar is?"

The man shook his head hesitantly. Taoist Mu sighed, "I admire you too. You plunged in here without knowing anything. There are naturally many rare treasures in here, but the most important thing is the Emperor's Origin, which is enough to break the shackles of the false emperor and become the emperor! Those treasures are indeed tempting, but for the truly powerful, what they want is eternal life and the means to pass on their legacy for generations. In front of the Origin, everything else is secondary. And the rest of us are just picking up treasures from between the fingers of these false emperors. While they are busy fighting for the Origin, we can stop while we are ahead and consolidate or improve our own cultivation. As for the power of the Origin, don't even think about it."

Everyone had different expressions. Many of them actually only had a vague understanding of the Sun and Moon Altar, but they suddenly understood after hearing what Taoist Mu said.

The cultivator who just spoke seemed to be thinking about something. His cultivation was still shallow and he was not greedy. If the origin did not belong to him, he would not force it.

After much investigation, it was found that the several entrances to the Sun and Moon Altar in this area, as well as the surrounding forces, were occupied by cultivators from other places.

Originally, the strongest person in this area was just a cultivator at the Moon-Chasing Realm, not even as good as the Yuhui Sect, not to mention the level of those who came this time.

"Hey, goblin, are you sure the entrance is here?"

The girl, carrying a broad-bladed giant sword on her back, wandered through the garden with her arms folded. The other monks didn't dare approach, staying far away, making it quite quiet.

"It should be about the same..."

"What is should?"

She kicked the small stone on the ground, but saw that the stone disappeared into the void.

"Oh my goblin!"

"Keep your voice down, I saw it!"

Yao Yi also became nervous, and pulled the restless Nangong Ling and walked towards the strange point.

She squatted down, stretched out her hand, and soon touched a place that felt strange.

"There's a crack here." Yao Yi could only insert a finger at first, but then she could fit her whole hand in. "It's expanding rapidly, I'm afraid I'll be able to fit in soon."

Nangong Ling also squatted down: "You really guessed it right!"

"What do you mean by 'Meng'? This is my feeling, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you have a great sense."

The two women squatted there, waiting for the altar to open, as if they were watching a cricket fight.

The monks not far away just glanced and didn't look any further, so as not to offend the legendary sword demon who killed people like crazy and had no place to complain if he was killed.

Nangong Ling looked back at the monks, frowned, and waved his hand to set up a hidden formation.

"You are simply trying to cover up the truth." Yao Yi looked at her with contempt.

"What three hundred taels?"

"I forgot. This is a story my master told me. It's normal that you haven't heard it."

"You damn goblin!"

Nangong Ling grabbed her cheeks on both sides. Yao Yi was naturally not afraid of her and pinched her face with her backhand.

While the two women were fighting, the invisible crack in front of them suddenly burst into a brilliant light!

"Quick, get in quickly, this formation won't hold out for long!"

"Let go first!"

"No, you first!"

Ling Yun couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he transformed into his real body, punched each of them on the head, and then kicked them into the secret realm.

The Sun and Moon Altar absorbs the energy of the sun, moon and stars. After countless years of gestation and the layout of supreme power, it uses the entire Qiang Realm as the base of the formation and the five continents as the center of the formation, gathering energy near Zhongzhou Mingzong in order to preserve the only remaining origin of the emperor.

After so many years of evolution, and with the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, countless natural treasures have also been born in the secret realm.

However, compared to the origin of breaking through the Emperor Realm, these are just prizes.

After kicking the two women in, Ling Yun waited for a few breaths and then dismantled the formation set up by Nangong Ling.

Without the shielding of the formation, the beam of light shot up into the sky, dazzling like a beacon. In an instant, the entire world seemed to darken, with only that ray of light shining.

Now, even the northwest corner, which was thousands of miles away and even behind Zhongzhou, felt this powerful fluctuation.

No matter how stupid the other monks in the garden were, they knew what was happening and rushed over.

At this moment, all the concepts of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness were thrown aside, and the monks who were originally chatting and laughing started fighting in order to be the first to enter.

Later, when the truly powerful ones entered the arena, countless low-level cultivators died tragically on the spot...

In the secret realm of Qiang Realm, Nangong Ling and Yao Yi appeared on a translucent platform emitting light.

Looking down, they saw countless hot lava flowing under the platform. The temperature was so high and the energy was so strong that even they were afraid.

Not long after, another figure appeared on the opposite side of the platform.

Then came the second, the third... Soon, the platform was filled with hundreds of cultivators, all of them were at the Half-Step Emperor level!

These powerful men from the Qiang world quickly gathered together in groups of three or five, and there were also many lone wolves lurking among the crowd.

Nangong Ling, Yao Yi, Feila, Qian, Chi Tong and Yun Zhi also met each other, and Yiyin became the largest group among the small groups present.

The other four girls had been teamed up in pairs, lurking at the entrances of different secret realms. However, they were not as lucky as the girl and were a step slower in entering.

After the six girls got together, they huddled together and whispered to each other.

Some cultivators tried to leave, but found that they were blocked on all sides by invisible restrictions. Even with their pseudo-emperor means, they were unable to break through, and they also lost the ability to fly.

After waiting for about half an hour, just when someone was planning to join forces to break the deadlock, the platform suddenly shook, and then the translucent floor under their feet was neatly divided into squares of the same size.

"No way, are we supposed to step on the grid?"

The girl looked at the grids under her feet. One grid could accommodate more than ten people, each with a different color.

Suddenly, the grid where the monks were standing gradually became completely transparent, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Everyone present had crawled out of a pile of corpses, and on a whim, they immediately left their original grid.

The grid disappeared within five seconds, and the hot magma below emitted waves of heat along the disappeared holes.

This heat wave made countless monks change color. If they fell down, they would probably die!

Before they could get scared, the new grid they stepped on began to flicker again.

"At this rate, the grids will only get smaller and smaller," Fira whispered. "We'd better stand together and try to slow down the disappearance of the grids."

The other women nodded repeatedly, and in unison, at the last second before the platform beneath their feet disappeared, they simultaneously jumped to the grid on the left.

"What on earth is the world trying to do? Are they planning to use such a stupid game to reduce our numbers?"

Chi Tong was a little dissatisfied and slightly revealed his fangs.

"Now it's just jumping on the grids. When the grids become fewer and fewer, it will not be a simple jump anymore." Qian has already noticed the signs.

Just as she said, when the number of grids dropped sharply to less than 20, the monks fought each other for living space.

Under the control of the world consciousness, their destructive power was greatly reduced. Although the battle now was not to kill the opponent, but to drive them off the grid, the result was still tragic.

Because of the Six Women's Alliance, other small groups were no match for them. Chi Tong wielded her black iron staff, sending any cultivator who dared to approach flying back.

A pseudo-emperor who had hurriedly fled from her attack range puffed his beard and glared angrily: "You have so much space there, why can't you let me pass?"

"Fuck off!"

Chi Tong didn't give him any good look, and said with the stick in hand: "If you dare to come close again, I will break your legs!"

The women united as one, and the false emperor gritted his teeth and continued to fight for living space with the surrounding monks.

In less than a few minutes, only three grids were left on the huge platform.

During this period, many monks fell into the lava under their feet and disappeared without a trace before they could even scream.

"They shouldn't be dead."

Qian observed the cultivator who had just fallen and found that the signs of her disappearance were the same as when she had just entered the secret realm. In addition, this was a secret realm established by the world consciousness to cultivate cultivators from the Qiang Realm. There was no reason to kill them all.

There are three grids, two of which have people standing on them.

After the grids under their feet disappeared one after another, the remaining ten or so people jumped onto the middle grid together.

The moment they landed on the grid, a ray of light enveloped them and swept them away into the platform.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves on a vast plain. Surrounding them were lush forests and flowers swaying in the wind.

The pseudo-emperors who just fell into the lava are all here. Each of them is intact and neatly arranged, with no one missing any limbs.

The only difference is that, according to the order in which they fell into the magma, the light that appeared on the shoulders of the monks who fell later in time would be more intense.

They quickly distanced themselves from each other, staring at each other warily. After all, they had just experienced a fight, and even internal backstabbing, so many monks didn't trust each other.

At this point, no matter whether they are the new generation or the immortal old ones, everyone is fighting for immortality, and conspiracies and tricks are no longer of much use.

[snatch!]

[Spiritual Light Exchanges for Origin.]

[One hour.]

After these words entered everyone's minds, they were once again enveloped in light and appeared in different areas.

"Battle Royale?"

Chi Tong shrugged and just as he grasped the black iron stick, another option emerged in his mind.

[Do you want to select this equipment as your only weapon?]