On the stage, the six giants of the Demon Sect each sat down, without saying a word.

In the audience, more than a thousand ***chuang whispered and talked a lot.

"I know the middle-aged scholar! I also attended an auction he hosted at the last five-year magic cultivator gathering! His style is unforgettable for life!" Someone said this, and a young magic cultivator next to him couldn't wait to explain: "That's the blood droplet of our Blood Transformation Sect! The top existence among the peak spiritual demon cultivators! What he played with was his famous magic weapon, Blood Bodhi. I don't know how many cultivators' lives have been taken!"

"Who is that Taoist priest? He is so young, he can't be pretending, right?"

"Damn! You have the courage to come up and pretend to be someone to show me! That is the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Heart Sect, nicknamed "Ghost Taoist". Although he is not old, he is said to have lived for more than a hundred years, but he is also a senior ancestor with a peak spiritual cultivation level!"

"Where is the tall and thin old man? Who knows it? He can come together with two seniors, Blood Dripzi and Ghost Taoist. He should also be the senior at the peak of spiritual communication, right?"

"Amitabha! Let the little monk solve the confusion for the donors!" Putting his palms together, a demonic monk with scars on his head closed his eyes and whispered: "That senior is the head of the most low-key sect in the Demon Sect - the Ming Corpse Sect, which is Ming Lingzi!"

As a result, the identities of the first three demon cultivators who arrived at the scene have been made public, namely the head of the Blood Transformation Sect, the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Heart Sect, and the Ming Lingzi, the head of the Ming Corpse Sect.

However, the discussions of the demon cultivators at the scene did not stop. Instead, they focused on the identities of the three later psychic peak demon cultivators.

Soon, Luo Hunzi, weekend name, and the identities of Qin Yunyu and the three of them were also revealed by insiders, which also made the demon cultivators present admire him for a while.

In today's world of cultivators, the peak of spiritual communication is an ancestor-level figure, and can be regarded as the strongest combat power.

At this moment, the noon sun shone directly.

The hour of noon has arrived, and the auspicious time has arrived.

Buzz...

A long and long bell spread across the Luohunping, and the sound of the lingering sound was lingering in my ears and endless mist. At the heart of each demon cultivator on the scene, even the six peak psychic masters sitting high were slightly shocked and their faces changed slightly. You should know that after the monks reached the peak psychic cultivation level, their spiritual energy was almost liquefied, and their minds were extremely strong. Few things could make them feel trembling. The pinnacle monks could feel hearts. The bell sound might be of extraordinary origin.

The head of the Blood Transformation Sect, Xue Dizi, looked calm, while the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Heart Sect, Ghost Taoist frowned slightly. It was obvious that the two of them had thought of something, but they didn't say it out loud.

But the next moment, with a flash of light, a person and a bell appeared in the air. The man was elegant and the bell was simple, but the two complemented each other.

Humans are the elders of Luohun Cliff, the new high-level demon cultivator of the magical power realm - the sheep's grandson!

The clock is a half-magic weapon for becoming famous, and the treasure of the Soul-Lost Cliff - the Soul-Lost Bell!

The melodious bells lasted for a long time, which made everyone at the scene feel at ease. After a long time, someone pointed at each person and talked about it.

At this moment, Yang Sun Zisheng stretched out his hands to form a hug, and the left and right yang were attached to both sides of the Soul Bell, silently exerting his skills.

Just when the many demon cultivators present did not understand what this master of magical power realm wanted to do, a faint black halo burst out from the Soul-Falling Bell. After the halo emanated from the bell, it continued to extend in the air, stretching longer and longer.

The grandson of the sheep with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and the black halo on the Soul-falling Bell gradually turned into a chaotic gray.

The next moment, the sheep's grandson shouted softly, and thousands of gray inspiration lights suddenly burst out from the Soul-falling Bell.

Before the many demon cultivators at the scene could make a marvel, they all exclaimed.

Because the more than a thousand rays of light in the air actually spread out and shot towards all the monks on the scene. The spiritual light was so fast that before everyone could react, they stopped smoothly in front of each monk and floated still.

When the demon cultivators were shocked and puzzled and did not understand the intention of the sheep grandson, Luohunzi, the master of Luohun Cliff, solved everyone's doubts, but after hearing this, everyone sighed at Luohun Cliff's great efforts.

"Don't be surprised by fellow Taoists! There are more than a thousand demon cultivators on the scene, and I cannot cover everything from the Soul Cliff. I will provide you with corresponding entertainment. If you are not careful, please forgive me!"

While the sheep grandson took his hand back from the Soul Lost Bell, Soul Lost apologized slightly to everyone. Amid the sound of "dare not" at the scene, Soul Lost Lost continued to speak.

"Among you, many people came to Luohun Cliff from a distance. They were exhausted along the way. These more than a thousand soul-falling divine lights were considered as compensation for your soul-falling cliff. Thank you for coming to support you. Please feel free to refine them."

Luo Hunzi's words made many low-level demon cultivators admire him, and they quickly folded their hands together, sat cross-legged, and each sucked the Soul-falling divine light in front of them. Of course, there were also many demon cultivators who were self-reliant to collect the Soul-falling divine light. After all, it was just a divine light, and so many strands were divided, I believe that the effect was minimal.

"The elder of the Sheep's Grandson is a big deal!"

At this moment, the blood droplet sitting on the stage suddenly stretched out his finger and pulled a divine light from the fallen soul. Then the blood Bodhi moved slightly, and a red light passed on the divine light from the falling soul. The two disappeared from each other and no longer existed.

Blood Drops were a little surprised, and then sighed sincerely.

"The more than a thousand soul-falling divine lights of Elder Yang Grandson have miraculous effects on stabilizing the soul. Even if it uses the power of the Soul-falling Treasure Bell, it will emit thousands of ways at once. The cultivation of the Elder Yang Grandson himself is still terrifying enough!"

As soon as the Blood Drops were said, the demon cultivators' actions to collect the divine light from the fallen soul were three points faster. Even if there was only one, it was a great tonic that the demon cultivators could not reach on weekdays!

Even many demon cultivators who had looked down on the divine light of the fallen soul began to lower their heads to collect the divine light. Just kidding, even the Blood Dripzi senior who was at the peak of the spirit praised the divine light of the fallen soul. If you miss this village, you will not have this store!

As all cultivators know, the cultivator world has the most thorough research on human souls and the one who knows the most is the Soul Cliff!

It is said that after reaching the peak of spiritual power, the meridians in the body can cultivate soul power, and the soul power can re-temper the muscles, bones or spiritual souls. When the monk advances, the mind can stabilize the mind and increase the chance of passing. Although soul power cannot be generated directly by practicing at the peak of spiritual power, some special means can achieve the corresponding half of the effect.

Cultivation is a defiant act, especially for the demon cultivators here. Most of the practice techniques are dark, evil, and bloody. The resistance you feel when you advance is much greater than that of the righteous monks. It is what all demon cultivators dream of.

After the tea time, most of the demon cultivators refined the divine light from the fallen soul, and removed all the fatigue of the long-distance raid. At this time, the divine light in their eyes was restrained, and the soul was stable in every move, and there was no trace of leakage between the flow of spiritual energy.

It was a crack! I saw that there were still many innate realms. The initial Vajra demon cultivator was stunned. After a sound of his muscles and bones, he used this divine light to light his body and cool his whole body. He actually broke through and advanced directly on the spot!

"The Yangsunzi is indeed extremely talented and comes from behind!" The person who said this was Luosunzi, the master of Luosun Cliff, who had less philanthropy and more extraordinary. He stood up and bowed to Yangsunzi who slowly landed on the platform: "Brother Yu has reached the peak of spirituality for decades before his brother. He has been practicing diligently over the years. This time, the brother not only entered the realm of magic power first, but also became more and more exquisite in controlling spiritual power, which made Brother Yu very envious!"

Luo Hunzi's words made many intriguing people on the scene stunned again.

Then I thought about it and suddenly realized.

At the same time, more than a thousand soul-falling divine lights were emitted. Perhaps there was the help of the soul-falling clock, but at the same time, more than a thousand soul-falling divine lights were controlled to fly to each cultivator, floating in the air, one point near, one point away, and one point away, it would be alienated. Doesn’t that mean that the control of the sheep’s grandson has reached an amazing level?

According to the old sayings of the monk world, there are souls and thoughts, but not every peak spiritual monk can have a soul. It must have a number of divine thoughts of a monk reaching 2,000 in order to condense the soul on this basis. Generally speaking, most of the divine thoughts of a peak spiritual monk are six or seven hundred, and the highest is only one thousand. You must be promoted to the realm of magic powers before you can make a qualitative leap.

The number of divine conscious thoughts of the sheep's grandson is obviously stronger than that of ordinary initial magical powers. Judging from this situation, it is at least more than two thousand, and it is likely that there are more. His soul is stable enough to be comparable to the intermediate level of divine powers cultivator who is a little worse than that of the middle level of divine powers.

As soon as Luo Hunzi said this, the ghost Taoist's face turned pale. What kind of luck did this sheep grandson have? Not only did he successfully advance, but his realm seems to be quite stable. How can other demon sects compete with Luo Hun Cliff?

"I dare to ask the leader Luohunzi, what is the origin of that giant bell?" But the leader of the Blood Transformation Sect continued to ask Luohunzi.

"That is the most powerful treasure of the customary sect, half of the magic weapon - the Soul-falling Bell!"

Luohunzi had no intention of hiding his own private life. After all, this high-profile holding of the magic magic meeting was to enhance the reputation of Luohun Cliff and revitalize the reputation of the first demon gate of Luohun Cliff.

With the blood droplets in this way, how could Luohunzi let go?

The Blood Drops are indeed worthy of being the head of the Blood Transformation Sect. They are good at socializing and socializing, observing their words and expressions. After hearing this, they exclaimed to Luo Hunzi.

"Half magic weapon? It's rare! It's rare! Master Luohunzi, you Luohun Cliff are so hidden deep!"

"The Soul-falling Bell is something that suppresses fortune, how dare you show it to others easily?"

At this moment, everyone at the scene collected the Soul-falling Divine Light. After the sheep's grandson greeted each other one by one, he walked to the center seat and stood with his hands hanging down, not sitting down.
Chapter completed!