Villain: I Call My Disciple The Queen

"Immortal Alliance Conference in three days?"

When Su Yumo heard the news, he understood.

If nothing else.

Three days later, the Immortal Alliance Conference should be his home field.

Aren't the protagonists all through an opportunity, and then pretend to hit the face, show their might, and become famous in a battle.

Until then.

Any heavenly pride will be eclipsed in front of him, the protagonist.

It will also cause the adoration and worship of many beautiful beauties, who will come to kneel and lick him.

The more I think about it, the more excited I become.

Su Yumo's breathing couldn't help but quicken, and he began to look forward to the arrival of the Immortal Alliance Conference three days later.

......

Qingzhu Pavilion, cultivation room.

"I'm going to push hard, it may hurt a little, just bear with me a little."

"Hmm... Ah, Master, no, it hurts

, slow down..." "Yes, Master, slow down, I... I can't bear it..."

"Master, just... Just like this... Go inside..."

It's such a powerful master, it's been sucked in..."

"Don't be anxious, be patient!"

Yes!

Cultivation room.

There was a muffled snort from the little apprentices.

Su Yuan withdrew his palms.

In front of him.

The little apprentices who sat cross-kneeled with their backs to him, their faces relaxed, and a trace of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

Just now.

It was Su Yuan who was using his own pure demonic qi to help the little apprentices cultivate.

Devoured by the little apprentices at the same time.

If you practice for a few more days and nights.

Even he couldn't stand being sucked dry of demonic qi.

Especially Jiang Yuebai, this almost perverted Xuanling body, the speed of whale swallowing is too terrifying.

Because the Xuanling body can absorb the spiritual power of others and use it for one's own use.

Like other little apprentices.

He all needed to slow down the speed at which the demonic qi entered his body.

Otherwise, the tearing pain brought to them is unbearable.

Only Jiang Yuebai.

It is actively absorbing his demonic qi, and at the same time absorbing his spiritual power.

It really deserves to be the body of the Xuan Spirit.

"I'm so tired Master..." The

little apprentices all collapsed to the ground, panting.

They had all been practicing in retreat with Master Venerable for two days and two nights.

Practice all day and night.

Rao is them, and they are a little overwhelmed.

Su Yuan glanced at the tired panting little apprentices lightly.

Tuoba Lan and Zhou Qiang have now advanced to the seventh layer of the Divine Hidden Realm.

Jiang Yuebai had already entered the Transformation God Realm Triple Realm.

Only Phoenix Yun is still stuck in the True Yang Realm Ninefold.

Su Yuan stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Yun's white and slender waist, and put his big hand on her shoulder.

"When will you enter the Avatar Realm, and when will you rest again."

Feng Yun was held in front of Su Yuan.

Feng Yun shook her head, her little face was flushed, she had no strength at all.

"Master, no... I...... Ah,"

Su Yuan did not continue to get used to Xiao Fengyun.

Strong magic qi.

From Su Yuan's palm, it turned into a sharp arrow and shot into Feng Yun's body.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

Then, in the cultivation room, there was a scream of phoenix Yun.

......

Time passes.

Soon it was the Immortal Alliance Conference.

This year's Immortal Alliance Conference was held in the Sword Sect's Sword Sect Square.

In the center of a circular square, stands a giant sword about tens of feet long and wide, and around the square, there are many stands.

Soon.

In the entire Ancient Desolate Realm, sects with heads and faces came to the Sword Sect one after another to participate in this so-called Immortal Alliance Conference.

After all, everyone wants to become a member of the Immortal Alliance.

Once he entered the Immortal Alliance, he meant that he had half of the right to speak in the entire Ancient Desolate Realm.

Whoever is not impressed.

On the highest and gorgeous six grandstands, the sect masters of the six major factions sat and watched the sects below enter one after another.

It didn't take long.

A huge giant sword landed on the square of the Sword Sect, and on it stood a group of people dressed in red robes and wearing Asura masks.

The person who came was none other than the Heavenly Market Sect.

Flying sword on.

The sect master of the Heavenly Market Sect and the disciples participating in the battle fell from the flying sword.

Many of the people who came from the sect turned out to be the Heavenly Market Sect, and they all frowned and looked at each other.

"Why is it the Heavenly Market Sect, why are they here?"

"yes, what are they doing?"

The Heavenly Market Sect has always been a loner.

The last time I participated in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, it was already very rare.

Now to participate in the Immortal Alliance Conference, it is really too strange.

Tang Jiufeng lowered his flying sword and straightened his robe.

Under the Asura mask.

Those sharp eyes.

Disdainfully glanced at the Sword Sect Master and the others, sneered, and led the disciples of the Heavenly Market Sect to sit on the stands.

Wu Jianqing saw that the group of people from the Heavenly Market Sect had also appeared here, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression could not help but become a little surprised.

"Oh, I forgot to tell Sect Master Wu, it was I who agreed for them to come to the Immortal Alliance Conference, and the Heavenly Market Sect, as a member of my Ancient Desolate Realm Immortal Gate, voluntarily participated, so naturally I have no reason to stop it?"

Shitai Liuyin, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Wu Jianqing with a smile.

Wu Jianqing's face was gloomy, and he stared at Mrs. Liuyin, his voice slightly displeased.

"Then why don't you tell the old man?"

Ryuin Shitai smiled back and said, "Then you didn't ask me either, did you?" "

You!"

Wu Jianqing was choked like this, but he couldn't speak.

"Hmph!"

Now Ye Xuan is dead.

Among the younger generation of the Sword Sect, there are really few who are too outstanding.

He heard.

Not long ago, the Tianhu Sect produced a genius.

With the strength of the True Yang Realm, he broke into the Nine Ruins Trial Land alone, and finally came out unharmed.

At this moment, Wu Jianqing's heart was a little jealous.

Sure enough, as he expected.

In the subsequent competition.

Su Yumo's performance is particularly eye-catching.

Especially when his strength of the Transformation God Realm appeared, it directly shocked the audience.

Such a young genius of the Transformation God Realm!

Even the original Ye Xuan could not compare with it in the slightest.

Tang Jiufeng looked at Su Yumo's outstanding performance, and the corners of his mouth were about to go to the sky.

Only Wu Jianqing's face was gloomy.

It had only been less than two hours since the Immortal Alliance Conference had been held.

The disciples of their Sword Sect were almost eliminated.

On the contrary, the Heavenly Market Sect, the more courageous the battle, has now left their Sword Sect far behind.

"Abominable!"

"Could it be that my Sword Sect, apart from Ye Xuan, doesn't have a genius?"

Only then did Wu Jianqing discover this fatal problem.

Among them, there are also many geniuses, all folded in the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

The contest continues.

Burst!

In the ring.

Su Yumo's body suddenly flashed a white light, his figure exploded, and he suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Looked at.

Tang Jiufeng's smile froze, and he quickly stood up.

This time is the Heavenly Market Sect fighting against the Mang Heavenly Gate.

Mang Tianmen was just a small sect that did not enter the stream, and it did not attract their attention.

But who knew that the woman who fought in Mang Tianmen was so strong.

The move was strange and strange, causing Su Yumo's move to retreat, and he even slapped a palm on his chest, almost killing him on the spot.

If it weren't for the timely action of the Dao protector in Su Yumo's body, he protected him.

Su Yumo was crushed by this palm.

"Divine Hidden Realm!"

I felt that the woman had burst out the aura of the Divine Hidden Realm just now.

The sect masters of the six major factions in the stands all stood up.

"Impossible, even if a person's talent is strong, it is impossible to reach the Divine Hidden Realm at such a young age!"

In the ring.

Su Yumo felt that all his internal organs were about to be shattered, and the pain was unbearable.

Seeing that the woman from the Mang Heavenly Gate had lost her hand, she no longer concealed it, and the seven-fold cultivation of the Divine Hidden Realm burst out.

In Su Yumo's body, an energy resisted the coercion for him.

"Demon Clan!"

The faces of several sect masters who were also in the Divine Hidden Realm changed drastically.

Because that woman's spiritual power breath actually carried a strong demonic aura.

Wu Jianqing and the others realized that the situation was wrong and flew down the stands.

See Exposure.

The woman no longer concealed it, and returned to her appearance as Tuoba Lan.

The hundred people of the Mang Tianzong on the stand were all restored to disciples of the Demon Clan.

Led by Zhou Qiang, Feng Yun and Jiang Yuebai.

That's when it was there.

The sky suddenly thunderclouds rolled, and the wind roared.

The terrifying aura shrouded the entire Sword Sect Mountain, and a deafening roar burst out of the air.

A unicorn full of blazing fire, poked its head out from the thundercloud, brought a little Mars, full of majestic momentum, stepped on the top of the void, blood-red pupils, looking down, making people tremble.

On the back of that unicorn.

A figure stood there, just the momentum that destroyed the world suppressed everyone below and could not move.

"Su Yuan!"

Everyone suddenly got up, looked at the back of the unicorn, and stood on the figure, shocked.

"I heard that you are holding some kind of Immortal Alliance Conference, and you came to make it lively, you should have no opinion, right?"

Said.

With a wave of Su Yuan's sleeve robe, more than a dozen bloody heads fell from the sky.