"Sure enough, he's doing something!" Zhang Xuezhou narrowed his eyes. It has already been learned from the Red Fire Ghost that the Kuimu Ghost King wants to gather thousands of cultivators to perform a blood sacrifice and open the door to immortality. Such a big movement cannot be concealed at all. Zhang Xuezhou asked Xu Na to use her rich wife network to find out, There will be a harvest. Xu Na was puzzled: "What are you doing, isn't this a good thing. "As long as the mages show their talents at the Magic Fighting Conference and get a good ranking, they will be able to win the Heavenly and Mortal Treasures sponsored by the Huang's Consortium." "If you are willing to become a guest of the Huang's consortium, you can also enjoy the resource offering of a thousand catties of gold every year." "People in the group say that this is a rare event in a hundred years, and there must be countless geniuses gathered." "The "May 47" bureau of Jingcha General and many financial groups are watching, and they want to carve up these masters from this law fighting conference and serve them."
Zhang Xuezhou sneered: "Poison is hidden in sugar, this is a huge trap." "Ah?" Xu Na was taken aback: "What kind of trap." Zhang Xuezhou put it simply: "Kuimu Ghost King intends to massacre 10,000 cultivator blood sacrifices and open the door to immortality when he is going to hold the Fadou Conference in Xinfa Square." "At that time, there will definitely be corpses scattered across the field, and blood will flow like rivers." "Massacre, blood sacrifice..." Xu Na's face turned pale. She is considered a new mage now, but after hearing all the words, she knows that this is not a good thing. "I will inform them not to participate." Zhang Xuezhou didn't say anything after hearing the words. Soon, news that the French Fighting Conference was a trap, The news spread among the upper elite that day, and slowly reached the ears of cultivators. But no matter the cultivator or the rich and powerful, they will listen to it and will never take it seriously. Because the rich and powerful want to use this to recruit masters to serve, and to increase the strength of their own forces against demons and ghosts. In order to become famous in one fell swoop and enjoy more resources for cultivation, cultivators will participate without hesitation no matter what happens. Huge interests have blinded everyone's eyes, even if there are rumors and rumors, and a few people are suspicious, they can't stop the magic fighting conference from unfolding. The point is that they all have self-confidence. There are tens of thousands of cultivators gathered. The world is so big that no evildoer dares to make trouble in such a conference. It is the safest. Xu Na's kind reminder was undoubtedly in vain. Seeing this, Xu Na didn't do anything more. She had already done what she could, and if she didn't believe in evil and went to die, she couldn't stop her. Zhang Xuezhou had already expected this, and the ghost king Kuimu's painstaking plans would be shattered by unfounded rumors, so he didn't care. As long as the magic fight conference starts. He will participate, go, with only one purpose, to capture Kuimu Ghost King in this magic fight conference, kill him, and get the main line reward of both hands.
The life and death of other people has nothing to do with him. At night, it closes at 8 o'clock. Xu Na went upstairs to take a shower. Zhao Qianqian visited unexpectedly. "Miss Zhao, come here so late, please sit down." Seeing this, Zhang Xuezhou knew that there was nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, sat on the chair, and snapped his fingers: "You Ji, serve good tea." When You Ji heard the words in the kitchen, she immediately made tea and brought it up. Like a princess, Zhao Qianqian sat gracefully, did not look at You Ji, and asked solemnly: "Master Zhang, you don't seem to be curious about why I came." Zhang Xuezhou said: "You must have something to do when you come here, just speak up." Zhao Qianqian nodded and said, "The Fadou Conference will be held in Xinfa Plaza in two days, and my Zhao Consortium will also be there." "Today, rumors spread suddenly and unexpectedly, saying that the fight meeting was a trap, and my father was too busy to get away, so he specially asked me to find you and ask for your opinion. "This matter is true or false." Zhang Xuezhou frowned, and said frankly: "Really, if you father and daughter don't want to die, then don't go." Zhao Qianqian looked surprised, and quickly nodded calmly: "Understood, I will truthfully tell my father what you said, this is your consulting fee. "Father said that the master is an expert, even the news from your mouth is worth the money, you take it well, and Qianqian will leave." While talking, he took out a small suitcase with 500,000 in it. Stand up and Zhang Xuezhou chuckled, took the money, and waved his hand to signal You Ji to remove the tea set. "Sign in has been refreshed, whether to check in or not. " Zhang Xuezhou: "Sign in." "Sign in successfully, get Yin Jue Pill. " "Sign in has been refreshed, whether to check in or not. " Zhang Xuezhou: "Sign in." "Sign in successfully, get Yin Jue Pill. " Two days later, at eight o'clock in the morning. Xinfa Square has built hundreds of arenas. Hundreds of thousands of spectators are seated one after another, Hundreds of drones simultaneously broadcast the scene of the Fadou Conference. Because Xinfa Square is open-air, there are countless people standing on the surrounding curbs looking at the venue.
There was a lot of voices and voices. Women, young and old, all ran out to watch this rare grand occasion. The streets are blocked. The Inspection Bureau stationed 200 inspection envoys with live ammunition to maintain order at the scene. Some residents living in residential areas near Xinfa Plaza look down through the glass windows at home and directly enjoy the Supreme experience of VIP seats. Huang Yuhong, who was revived strangely, walked to the front of the stage, smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Everyone, today is the first Yin & Yang world magic fighting conference." "I, Huang Yuhong, am honored to be able to preside over the overall situation." "Gossip, I won't talk anymore." "At this time, there are more than ten thousand talented cultivators standing in the audience, eager to become famous in a battle. The world knows that I am talking nonsense, but it is annoying, haha." The tens of thousands of cultivators in the audience and the tens of millions of citizens in the audience burst into laughter. Huang Yuhong brightened up the atmosphere, and said with a smile: "Then let me get straight to the point, and briefly explain the rules. There are a hundred rings on the venue." "The one who gets on the ring first is the ring master. "Choose a War Practitioner to fight on the stage, the winner is the master, and the loser is the end." "Choose the War Practitioner and you can keep challenging until you defeat the master. If the master persists until the sunset, he will be promoted to the top 100!" "Wow..." There was an uproar in the arena: "This is not fair."