Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

Li Chengfeng's gaze suddenly deepened as he stared at the black robe, a strange sense of surprise welling up within him.

Among the ten elite disciples, a figure in a black robe had silently attracted his attention.

Although this person wasn't ostentatious, his height and build gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity, clear and intense.

He didn't dare to rashly use his divine sense to investigate, feeling that the other party's aura was powerful, as if they were using some kind of sealing technique to hide their true strength.

This made Li Chengfeng feel alert, knowing that Zhan Wusi must have sent a top expert for this Nine Jade Celestial Bloom competition.

That black-robed figure was especially daunting to him; although standing still, he didn't leak even a trace of aura, yet brought Li Chengfeng a heavy sense of oppression.

This stemmed from the keen perception deep within his soul, something ordinary people couldn't comprehend.

Li Chengfeng remained calm, deeply imprinting this person in his mind, warning himself to be careful in dealing with him.

Not far away, a huge coffin appeared out of thin air, its aura majestic, like a towering mountain, surrounded by corpse energy, resembling a mist in a celestial realm.

Seated atop the coffin was a terrifying giant, ten zhang tall, his fangs protruding outwards, revealing endless ferocity, golden power overflowing from his body like a waterfall, inspiring awe.

On the giant's shoulder stood a white-robed cultivator in the late stage of Core Formation, his demeanor elegant, his temperament extraordinary, like a banished immortal from a poem.

He was the leader of the Corpse Refinement Sect this time – Mei Fei. His appearance undoubtedly added a touch of brightness to this terrifying and mysterious scene.

Standing on Mei Fei's huge coffin were ten elite disciples, their auras powerful, their eyes sharp, filled with corpse energy.

Behind them were forty or fifty rogue cultivators and Qi Refinement disciples, of varying quality and appearance, exuding a cold, evil aura, even carrying a nauseating stench of corpses, making people keep their distance.

In the distant sky, a giant jade bottle floated, like a work of art crafted by the heavens.

On the bottle, the ten elite disciples of the Joyful Union Sect stood gracefully, their beauty unparalleled, like a painting, every glance, every flirtatious gesture like a fairy in a celestial realm, intoxicating people.

The demonic rogue cultivators were captivated by their beauty, their minds in turmoil, some with dull eyes, some drooling, some even wanting to step forward and loosen their robes, a truly astonishing sight.

The outer disciples of the Joyful Union Sect, about eighty in number, were paired men and women, following the tenets of the Joyful Union Sect, cultivating the secret methods of the Joyful Union Palace, flying and dwelling together, with women taking the lead and men becoming the aid to their cultivation.

Among them, the leading beauty, Luo Xiaoxiao, in the late stage of Core Formation, was about thirty years old, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes were like autumn waters holding waves, captivating souls; her figure enchanting, like overlapping peaks; her legs long and straight, like pillars supporting the sky, making men feel inferior and willing to serve her for life.

This was the Joyful Union Power cultivated by the Joyful Union Sect, needing no deliberate display, already enough to make men fall for them, go crazy for them.

The charm they displayed was actually a profound illusion, able to strike directly at the heart, making people unable to resist.

However, Li Chengfeng remained unmoved in the face of these women.

His spiritual power was strong, his mind firm, and the only thing he was interested in about the Joyful Union Sect was their illusion technique, which could directly strike the heart.

As for these outer disciples of the Puppet Sect, including Yang Weiguang and Du Hai, they had completely fallen, becoming foolish and silly, even starting to undress.

Such scenes were not only happening in the Puppet Sect, but also in the rogue cultivator disciples of the other four sects.

It wasn't until Elder Ai He let out a cold snort, which sounded like a thunderclap, that the disciples gradually regained their senses, each one ashamed and lowering their heads.

Fortunately, most of the elite disciples had guarded their hearts and were rarely bewitched.

Xue Tian and the leading elders of the other sects all issued stern voices, using cold snorts as deterrent force, causing those disciples who had lost their minds to gradually regain consciousness.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the crowd, smiled slightly, her voice as pleasant as a silver bell, but with a hint of coquettishness in her smile, making people's hearts flutter.

Her fair skin shimmered with tempting luster in the sunlight, causing some of the disciples present to waver again.

Seeing this, Xue Tian snorted coldly and said sternly, "Luo Xiaoxiao, put away your coquettishness. This is not the time for you to show off. Our contest should take place in the secret realm.

The true test will be how many spiritual herbs the disciples gather by then."

Hearing this, Luo Xiaoxiao chuckled, seemingly unconcerned by Xue Tian's warning, and replied, "Elder Xue, I heard that you lost both your wife and your army this time, not only did you not get any benefits, but you were almost trapped in Qi State.

If your family elders hadn't gone to rescue you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been in charge of leading the team this time."

Elder Ai He of the Puppet Sect also chimed in with a smile, "That's right, no wonder Elder Xue is so angry, it turns out that his energy is blocked and his strength is not reached."

Hearing this, Xue Tian's face darkened, he looked at Ai He and said coldly, "Ai He, you just wait and see. Don't forget your previous betrayal, this time we will definitely make you suffer heavy losses."

At this moment, a magical artifact filled with demonic energy suddenly appeared in front, the Soul Devouring Banner, famous in the Soul Devouring Sect. When it unfolded, it was like a giant beast, with the disciples of the Soul Devouring Sect standing on it.

At the front of the team, ten elite disciples shone brightly, and behind them was an alliance of sixty or seventy cannon fodder rogue cultivators from the Soul Devouring Sect, holding soul banners, the sound of ghosts crying rising and falling, a gloomy and terrifying aura permeating the surroundings.

Leading them was a ghost-faced elder, his face eerie, with only a skull-like ghost face left, nicknamed "Skull Face" Liu Rui by the Jianghu.

He let out a sinister laugh, revealing his white teeth, making people shudder.

With a wave of his hand!

The ten elite disciples shook the Soul Devouring Banner, and ten ghost general-level Soul Devouring Banners appeared in the air, the ghost generals roaring angrily, the scene extremely terrifying.

Liu Rui confidently announced, "Disputes are useless, the real contest will be revealed in the Ghost Valley Secret Realm.

Our disciples of the Soul Devouring Sect, each holding a ghost general-level Soul Devouring Banner, are even more capable of summoning ten ghost generals in an instant. May I ask, who dares to be our enemy?"

His words revealed endless provocation and confidence, as if declaring the invincible status of their Soul Devouring Sect.

Elder Mei Fei of the Corpse Refinement Sect said with a smile, "Now that everyone is here, let's not waste time on verbal disputes.

Our purpose is to open this secret realm and scavenge as many spiritual herbs as possible.

According to my calculations, I am afraid that the next opening will be at least a hundred years later, so everyone must cherish this opportunity.

Inside, everyone should try to be harmonious and not fight too fiercely."

His words seemed to be advising, but in fact, they contained a deeper meaning, as if fanning the flames.

Everyone looked at Elder Mei Fei and stopped arguing, taking out their magical artifacts one after another, but the atmosphere was full of gunpowder, and it remained to be seen how the disciples of each sect would fight desperately in the face of adversity.