There are always fairies plotting against me

If the powerful Hedao (Demon Lord) or Tongsheng (Demon King) of one side suffers heavy casualties in the cave, it will inevitably affect the future combat power structure.

In addition, there must be precious natural treasures in the cave, so everyone knows that it is impossible for both sides to perfunctorily send some ordinary strong men to enter and seize the treasures.

There is no doubt that this is the first time that both sides have staked a huge sum on a game after decades of peace between the two worlds.

The fact that each side sent two Shenyin (Demon Saints) to guard both sides of the Wujiang River shows their determination.

The Wu River is rushing and flowing endlessly.

High in the sky, Shangguan Qi was shaving his beard as he looked across at Qingyun Jun: "This is beyond my expectation.

A cave heaven of the barely venerable grade will allow you to come here in person."

The lord of the royal court, Qingyun Jun, whose body was radiating golden light and who looked like a roc spreading its wings, had a blank expression on his face. “Aren’t you good at fortune-telling?”

"I wasn't counting on you." Shangguan Qizheng smiled faintly. "I heard your Dapeng clan has a 'Qilin child'?"

A murderous intent flashed across Qingyun Jun's eyes. He had been hiding for so many years, but the upper realm was plotting against him. Now Shangguan Qizheng had figured it out...

But the upper realm is ultimately of the same origin, but the human race——

Therefore, the human cultivator that Qingyun Jun hated the most was not Zheng Dongliu, the cultivator who had once severely injured him, but Shangguan Qizhen, the human cultivator who was the master of "fortune-telling and divination".

The old man in front of him, who is as tough as Zheng Dongliu, is simply the strongest brain assistant of the human race.

Qingyun Jun, who had suppressed his murderous intent, glanced at Qi Huizu, whose sword intent was soaring into the sky, standing beside Shangguan Qizhen, and kept silent.

There is a consensus among the demon clan: in the game, as long as the person standing next to Shangguan Qizhen is not Zheng Dongliu or Qi Huizu, then Shangguan Qizhen can be killed at the lowest cost.

Once the attacking Zheng Dongliu or Qi Huizu is paired with the assistant Shangguan Qizhen who is proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia, the two of them can attract the attention of more than seven demon saints.

Although the demon tribe also has intelligent people, they are no match for Shangguan Qizheng, the master of "Numerology".

Always lose by a little.

"Old bird, why are you silent?" Qi Huizu, arms crossed and holding a sword, laughed wildly: "Did you get poked in a sore spot on your wings?"

Qingyun Jun gave Qi Huizu a deadpan look. "I heard that your proud son, Qi Xingyu, not only didn't inherit your Linyuan Sword Dao, but also ended up practicing Yin-Yang Sword Dao. He spends his days visiting brothels with Zhao Shize, a disciple of Wandao Sect's Yang Wentong?"

The smile on Qi Huizu's face suddenly froze. Had the story of his rebellious son spread so far?

Qingyun Jun smiled contemptuously: "Be careful that one day you will die in a woman's belly."

"Haha." Although Qi Huizu cursed his 'good' son in his heart every day, cursing in his heart was different from cursing openly.

"Do you think my son is weak just because he practices Yin-Yang Sword Dao?" Qi Huizu was still a little proud. "Be careful that the treasure you hide in the cave will also be clipped like you."

Qingyun Jun sneered, looked down at the vortex entrance in the cave, which was gradually taking shape with a golden-red light, and said lightly: "Don't regret it when the time comes."

There was a clamor of noise on both sides of the Wujiang River.

In the teahouse square temporarily built on the east coast, the 300 people selected by the human race were either sparring and warming up, or drinking tea and observing the demons on the other side, estimating the strength of some of the new faces.

Although the demon tribe on the west coast did not build a teahouse square, they were also observing the human personnel this time.

Although the demons are arrogant and still verbally despise the human race, which was once domesticated, they do not underestimate the rising human race in their hearts.

The battle for the cave heaven has always started before the cave heaven is opened. Therefore, at this moment, there are only cultivators on both sides of the Wujiang River who are qualified to enter the cave heaven, and there are no elders to protect them.

From this moment on, life and death depend entirely on one's own ability. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere.

"Pavilion Master Shangguan warned us to be on the lookout for a demon king from the Dapeng clan. Did you spot it? Did you spot it? Did you spot it?"

"Brother Jiang, did you see it? Brother Zhao, did you see it? Junior Sister Guan, did you see it?"

"I didn't notice it at all."

In the crowd, the young man was chattering non-stop as he moved left and right, but no one paid any attention to him.

Even though no one paid any attention, Qi Xingyu, the young master of Linyuan Sword Sect, was still very interested in asking other people questions.

Although everyone was annoyed, they could only remain silent.

Because Qi Xingyu did not rely on his father to sit on the position of the young master of Linyuan Sword Sect. Before Mu Qingyue first came to prominence, he had always been firmly sitting on the throne of the number one swordsman of the younger generation.

"Brother Zhao, what do you think—" Qi Xingyu hugged Zhao Shize, who he had been to the brothel with, and said, "Changing the subject, why hasn't Brother Lu arrived yet? Is he in seclusion or—"

Zhao Shize looked at Qi Xingyu speechlessly. Not only did this guy talk a lot of nonsense in normal times, but he also talked a lot when playing games with the believers in the brothel, making the believers in the brothel love and hate him-"

He interrupted Qi Xingyu directly: "Senior Sister Mu!"

Qi Xingyu paused and turned his head quickly, but there was no sign of Mu Qingyue.

He was about to continue speaking after feeling relieved, but Zhao Shize had already moved far away, and the space around him was already empty.

"Are you two friends? Are you, are you——?"

Qi Xingyu was yelling. In the teahouse, Zhu Nanzhi stared at Mu Qingyue and asked again, "Master, why do you call your husband 'Jin'an'?"

Mu Qingyue did not respond. She had heard this question so many times that her ears were callused. Zhu Nanzhi was puzzled all night and kept muttering to himself when he slept.

I really don't understand why she is so obsessed with this issue?

Isn’t this just a nickname used by elders to address younger generations?

I have clearly said it many times, but Zhu Nanzhi just doesn't believe it. Why does this woman have so many doubts?

"Master used to call my husband by his first name, but now she calls him 'Jin'an'." I feel...

"Don't worry about what you think!" Mu Qingyue interrupted Zhu Nanzhi coldly. She jumped out of the window in a brand new black embroidered shirt and a black and gold horse-faced skirt. "The cave is about to open."

"Can you please listen to me finish what I have to say? Isn't my husband also your junior apprentice brother?

Zhu Nanzhi muttered as she followed out wearing a pure white, cross-collared dress embroidered with blue cloud patterns.

Above the Wu River, a golden-red vortex with a diameter of only three meters emitted a strange light. The light was so strong that it gradually cut off the flow of the Wu River. Then the golden-red light filled the ravines of the Wu River, allowing people to stand on it smoothly.

Soon, figures of humans and demons began to confront each other on it, and the spiritual power and demonic energy with the same origin but different paths had begun their first collision.

Zhu Nanzhi stood in front of the team returning to Qingmiao Palace, looking at the sky in a daze.

Mu Qingyue lowered her head and gently stroked the scabbard of the "Chao Mu" sword, pursing her lips and saying nothing.

"Oh, exactly three hundred people, why not four hundred? Are you feeling inferior to us?" Wo Mo of the Kaishan Rough Ox tribe exclaimed in amazement, "How sensible!"

Jiang Wuya had a blank expression on his face. Zhao Shize had already taken out a big, fragrant meat bun and threw it at Wo Mo, then took out another one for himself.

"Try it." Zhao Shize said calmly, "Peace will only last for now."

"You're so good." Wo Mo laughed heartily: "Zhao Shize, I'll do you a favor today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ate one meat bun at a time. After chewing a few bites, his expression froze.

Zhao Shize took a leisurely bite at this moment, his face comfortable. "It tastes good, right? The one stuffed with mountain buffalo and cabbage, my favorite."

This was specially prepared by the chef in the dining hall, which was enough to cover up the first taste of the meat bun made with Kaishan Wild Buffalo.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!"

Wo Mo had an ugly expression on his face as he bent over and spat on the meat bun in his mouth. Feeling that it was not enough, he held his throat and vomited again. The laughter of the hostile tribes, including the human race and even the demon race, made his expression even more uncomfortable.

Zhao Shize finished his meat bun in a few bites and patted his stomach: "I specifically asked our chef, this wild mountain ox should be considered your cousin and elder, how does it taste?"

Wo Mo was breathing heavily, his eyes were red and he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

Before he could speak, Qi Xingyu patted Zhao Shize's shoulder hard and said, "This is so fun, why don't you share it with me?

Do you have any other meat buns? Fish, bear, roc, dragon, whatever you have, come quickly.

Let me play too, play—"

The Wujiang River is filled with a happy atmosphere.

Womo suddenly roared "Yi Yi", his eyes were red and he was gasping for breath and was about to speak when he was suddenly slapped and thrown backwards.

"Shame on you." Three young men stepped forward. They were from the bloodlines of the other three guardians of the Demon King's Court except the Northern Demon Saint.

Nine-tailed tiger Luwu, blue-eyed fire lion, and iron-backed gray bear.

Yun Lan put his hands behind his back and said, "You Wandao Sect's Lu Jinan doesn't dare to come?"

"Are you, a little lion, qualified to talk to our senior brother?" Zhao Shize said, "Why not ask the silent guy behind you to come out? Oh, he's not qualified either."

Yun Lan smiled noncommittally and said, "Since the blind man from your Wandao Sect is here this time, Lu Jinan is afraid of being overshadowed and doesn't dare to come?"

The burly young man beside him, as black as a bear, laughed and said, "And that Saintess from Qingmiao Palace, right? It's your first time participating in a cave heaven. Don't be so scared that you just sit on the ground crying and can't move."

"Alright, both of you, stop talking." Mingyuan, a descendant of Luwu, glanced at the cave that was about to open and said to Jiang Wuya calmly, "You guys can discuss it over there. We have three more spots on our side."

The three demon kings spoke to each other, especially Mingyuan who gave orders in a direct tone.

Mingyuan looked at Jiang Wuya with a smile: "Time is limited, you can decide, right? Or will Lu Jinan come?

Or should we have a fight to decide?"

It is not yet 9 o'clock, and a little mist is in the air, like raindrops.

a long distance away.

The spatial rules surrounded by sword light flickered and passed through a distance in the blink of an eye, like a meteor.

It took some time, but it's still not too late.

The figure in the space and sword light was naturally Lu Jinan. He was a little obsessed with his enlightenment at Tianqian Peak.

Although my comprehension was successful, it was already late when I came to my senses.

Therefore, there was no time to completely integrate the sword energy of the "Boundary Breaking State of Mind" that was still leaking out of the domain into the domain. Lu Jinan first conserved his spiritual power and flew across the Chang'an domain at high speed in a flying boat. After arriving in the Datong domain, he directly traveled through space.

After seeing the dry Wujiang River, Lu Jinan knew that his destination was near, so he breathed a sigh of relief and sped up again.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being late and making a fool of himself, but as the Holy Son of the Wandao Sect, there were many situations that required him to step in and deal with them.

On the misty river that filled the golden-red light, Mingyuan still looked at Jiang Wuya with a smile, hinting at him, "You are the second senior brother of the Wandao Sect. Can't you decide such a small matter?"

After a pause, he pointed to the cave entrance which had stabilized: "Open the entrance, why don't you——"

Before he finished speaking, the cold sword energy contained in the mysterious rules of space suddenly swept over like an overwhelming force. This sword energy was extremely aggressive, like a whirlwind that swept away all the remaining clouds, appearing and disappearing in an instant, covering a thousand miles.

"This sword energy—Big Brother is coming!"

"It is indeed the eldest brother, but such an arrogant sword energy is really not like the reserved style of the eldest brother."

"Lu Jinan—is this the sword energy that can break through the realm of mind? Did he break through so quickly?"

"It feels a little different from the realm-breaking state of the human race's Mu Qingyue—maybe not."

"Lu Jinan——"

On the foggy river that became noisy again, many people and monsters changed their expressions and looked strange.

Because in their perception, Lu Jinan of Wandao Sect has always been a reserved person, and it is difficult to tell his true strength.

It was the first time for most people and monsters to feel such an intuitive and ridiculous sense of oppression from Lu Jinan.

As the light flashed, ripples appeared in the space.

Wearing a Shuiyun crown and the standard brocade robes of the Wandao Sect, Lu Jinan stood at the forefront of the human race with the certificate of the underworld in his left hand, his aura awe-inspiring and domineering.

Mingyuan's eyes flashed with deep fear. Just as he was about to speak, Guan Wen, a disciple of Wandao Sect, quickly spoke up: "Big Brother, the demon tribe has three more spots, and they want us to give up three spots."

After a pause, Guan Wen spoke faster: "The three of them even called Senior Sister Mu a blind idiot and Saint Zhu a crying little girl who only knew how to be afraid!"

Mingyuan frowned and looked at Guan Wen, who was ranked fourth in the biography of Wandao Sect. The last two sentences were just nonsense, right?

He didn't think much about it and looked at Lu Jinan: "Since you are here——

Lu Jinan walked towards the three demon kings: "Go on."

"I know you definitely won't agree to give up your spot just like that. Now that the entrance to the cave is open, why don't we just go by our own speed and not allow the last three to enter?"

Mingyuan looked at the approaching Lu Jinan. The cold sword energy emanating from him forced him to use his demonic energy to resist.

"If you have any other ideas—

Mingyuan paused before he finished speaking, and suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Retreat!"

The spiritual power was like a cloud of mist, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. Under the realm of time, space, life and death, the sky and the earth seemed to be darkened.

At this moment, Mingyuan felt as if he was trapped in a pitch-black world. He could only hear the buzzing sound of swords and two abrupt screams.

His face changed and without hesitation he transformed into a five-tailed tiger and retreated at high speed.

Within the sight, there was a majestic sword energy rising from the ground, with magnificent momentum.

But in this sword energy, a golden feather suddenly appeared, followed by a figure in a black robe rushing over.

The scorching and dazzling golden demonic energy tore a crack in the sword energy.