68 How did the ghost pupil get into this barrier?

The much-anticipated competition among the six sects finally kicked off at Suixing Mountain.

The day before the competition began, all the sect disciples went to Suixing Mountain one after another with swords.

Ji Chen didn't have a sword, but he had a younger brother, Fu Changgeng, who could send him there with a sword.

When they reached the sky above Suixing Mountain, it was spring and the rain began to fall again.

Fu Changgeng asked Ji Chen, "Senior, it's raining. The competition will start tomorrow. Should we go into the mountain first, or stay in the inn at the foot of the mountain for one night before going into the mountain?" Ji Chen

remembered that Xue Wuxi had given special instructions not to stay outside the barrier casually.

He was not a stubborn person. Although he would sometimes commit suicide, he really didn't want to return to Gui Tong's hands and be controlled by him.

So he said to Chang Geng: "Let's go into the mountain."

"Okay, senior."

Ji Chen had been to Suixing Mountain before, because he wanted to try whether he could ascend, so he came to the ascension platform on the top of the mountain.

As a result, he was warned by the system that he could not come back after ascending, and even if the mission was completed, he could not return to the original world.

Ji Chen had to give up the idea of ​​ascending, and was forced by the system to swear to his three disciples that he would never ascend in this life.

After all, there would be no wine to drink after ascending.

No wonder the three disciples would rather guess that he was hiding than to think about whether he had ascended.

Perhaps because Suixing Mountain is a sacred place and is not often open to the public, Ji Chen felt that there was no difference between five hundred years ago and now.

Looking from above, trees and grasses grew thickly.

Eighty-one bronze pillars towered into the clouds, and above them, the fairy palace was ethereal, with layers of pavilions. The Temple of the Gods was located, and the dragon-shaped pillars were majestic.

It was as if the gods in the sky were watching over the world.

The fairy mountain floating in the air was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the peach forest was pink and shrouded in the misty rain.

Fu Changgeng stepped on the sword and landed. The mountain wind blew the hair of the two people. A row of fairy cranes followed his figure, flapping their wings and flying together, circling around.

Finally, the two stopped outside the Temple of the Gods.

As the two men landed, the figures of the cranes disappeared in an instant.

The Temple of the Gods was the main venue for this competition.

And it wasn't just the two of them who came. Many disciples also came here directly, stopping to look out in the spring rain.

The Temple of the Gods was not open yet, and the heavy door was tightly closed.

Ji Chen didn't like the feeling of being wet by the rain, although the rain was not heavy.

He looked around and his eyes were fixed on a place under the dense shade of trees, "Let's go there and wait."

"Okay."

The two walked towards the woods and sat down side by side against two trees to rest.

After sitting for a while, Fu Changgeng probably felt bored and began to point at a group of people who were still standing outside the temple waiting, muttering.

"This is the disciple of the head of Shanghua Sect..."

"This is the disciple of the great elder of Wuji Sect"

"This is the younger brother of the head of Lanyue Sect..."

"This is..."

Ji Chen was only concerned with drinking and didn't bother to listen to a word.

He didn't care who was who, he only cared about who could take his sword.

Just as he raised his head to drink, suddenly, Ji Chen's sight was attracted by a person!

His hand holding the wine pot stopped for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the man.

The man was standing alone outside the palace gate. He was very tall and wore the uniform of Wuji Sect. His long hair was tied in a ponytail and he didn't wear a crown.

But even though the blood pupils and the red engraving on the forehead were hidden, Ji Chen still recognized it at a glance!

- Ghost pupils!!!

Is this guy pretending to be a disciple of Wuji Sect so brazen?

He didn't even change his face, just changed his clothes and appearance? !

Ghost Eye looked in the direction of Ji Chen.

From a distance, Ji Chen and his eyes met, but there was no reaction.

Fu Changgeng, who was still mumbling, also saw Ghost Eye.

He was suddenly stuck, because he suddenly couldn't remember how to introduce the person in front of him to Ji Chen.

"This person... looks so familiar, is he my disciple of Wuji Sect? No wonder he looks familiar."

Ji Chen glanced at him, his heart full of contempt: How bad is your memory, he almost strangled you to death in the secret realm!

But Fu Changgeng obviously didn't react that this was the Demon Lord, and thought he was familiar because he had seen this person in Wuji Sect.

What's more, the other party was wearing the uniform of the Wuji Sect and could enter the fairy spirit barrier. No one would think that this was the Demon Lord.

Fu Changgeng scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Senior, I can't remember clearly... Mainly because senior disciples don't often come back to the sect. I have only met many of them once or twice and can't even remember their names."

Ji Chen didn't want to pay attention to this severe prosopagnosia patient.

He wondered in his heart: How did Guitong get into this barrier? And it looked like nothing happened.

While thinking about this, Guitong had already walked towards him.

For a second, Ji Chen's mind suddenly flashed with the scene of being drugged by Guitong and having his body toyed with by him.

It seemed that he didn't feel that disgusted before.

But now he felt nauseous and even wanted to stand up and avoid the other party.

But Ji Chen held back. He knew that since Gui Tong could come in, he would not let him escape from his sight.

He came just for him. He

didn't even change his face. Wasn't it because he wanted him to be filled with fear when he saw him? The more he fled, the more he would want him to do it.

Gui Tong soon stopped in front of Ji Chen.

Ji Chen was still sitting. He had to look up to look at the tall Gui Tong in front of him. Both of them had calm expressions.

A hazy mist was lingering around the two of them. The atmosphere suddenly became cold and ambiguous.

When they got closer, Ji Chen realized that the sleeve of Gui Tong's right arm was empty.

He must have lost his arm.