Where the human monks are, they are basically sitting cross-legged on futons, all calm.

However, the place where the foreign powerhouses are located is quite different. Instead, they are stationed in small animal skin tents one after another. Each animal skin tent represents the power of a foreign race.

When the three of Zhuo Wen came to the door of darkness, this was what he saw.

On the side where the human monks were, Zhuo Wen saw Sen Qiyin, the suzerain of the Ten Absolute Yin Corpse Sect, and the team of the Ten Absolute Yin Corpse Sect led by him.

Except for the Shijue Yin Corpse Sect, he basically doesn't know the rest of the human race forces, but he knows that every team here is not simple, and behind them represent Dao Palace-level forces.

And Zhuo Wen quickly set his eyes on the side where the alien race was, and he saw an animal skin tent at a glance, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

On the top of this animal skin tent, there is a flag with a phoenix pattern. He knows that this animal skin tent is the place where the Phoenix Clan is stationed.

"Chen Xue..."

Zhuowen murmured, after learning that the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan had come, Zhuowen couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Miss Yao, I heard that the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan is here too. I wonder if you have seen the Saintess?" Zhuo Wen suddenly asked Yao Xiangjun beside him.

Yao Xiangjun shook his head, and said: "The saintess of the Phoenix tribe is indeed here, but the saintess wears a veil and rarely comes out, so I have never seen her real face."

"However, I have heard that this saint has the posture of sinking fish and wild goose, and the appearance of closing the moon and shameful flowers. She has attracted many arrogances in the prehistoric world, and even many arrogances have fought to win the hearts of beauties."

Zhuo Wen nodded, he was even more sure that the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan was Mu Chenxue.

At the same time, there was a sense of cruelty in his heart. Zhuo Wen was very displeased with those arrogances who were pursuing saintesses in Yao Xiangjun's mouth.

Xing Xinglan brought Zhuo Wen and Yao Xiangjun to the open space where the human monks were, and came to one of the teams.

The team was small, only about seventeen people, and the one who deserved Zhuo Wen's attention the most was the leading monk in the team.

This is a grey-haired, but energetic old man with a rosacea nose. He often has a smile on his face, giving people an amiable feeling.

However, the terrifying aura emanating from the old man makes people dare not approach the old man at all and keep them at a respectful distance.

"The strong man in the early days of Tongtianzhu..."

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a dignified look. He felt a powerful aura similar to that of Sen Qiyin from this old man. He knew that the strength of the old man with rosacea in front of him was no longer inferior to that of Sen Qiyin.

In addition to this old man, there are two other people in this team who are very powerful, and they should be half-step through the cultivation base of God. These three old men should be in charge of managing this team.

As for the others, their auras are not particularly strong, they should only be disciples sent by the Yinyi God Sect.

"Master!"

Xing Xinglan and Yao Xiangjun hurriedly bowed down to salute the old man, their eyes full of awe.

From the eyes of Xing Xinglan and Yao Xiangjun, Zhuo Wen could tell that this old man with rosaceous nose should be the leader of Liangyi Sect.

"Senior, this is An Shaojin, the leader of our Yinyi God Sect, who is a strong man in the early days of Tongtianzhu. Hurry up and salute with us!" Seeing that Zhuo Wen was indifferent, Yao Xiangjun quickly reminded.

Zhuo Wen just bowed his hands to An Shaojin, without even bending his waist, which made Yao Xiangjun and Xing Xinglan almost faint from fright.

Brother, this is the leader of the Liangyi God Sect. In the Xuanmu Tianyu, he can be regarded as a peak figure. It is too long for you to perform the ceremony of the same generation.

An Shaojin nodded, noticing the young man with scars brought back by Xing Xinglan, his eyes showed doubts.

Just now Zhuo Wen treated him like a peer, although he didn't like it in his heart, he didn't show it.

"Who are you? You are so courageous, you didn't kneel down to salute our leader?"

Before An Shaojin could speak, a young man with gloomy eyes slowly stood up and looked at Zhuo Wen with a bad expression.

Zhuo Wen glanced at the young man indifferently, and found that the latter's cultivation base was not bad, and his cultivation base was already at the early stage of the Creator.

"Your leader hasn't spoken yet, what are you talking about?" Zhuo Wen said indifferently.

Hearing the words, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of rage, suppressing his anger and saying: "What are you? Teach me."

Zhuo Wen didn't bother to pay attention to the young man, but looked at An Shaojin, cupped his hands and said, "Sect Master An, I was invited by Miss Yao to help you enter the Dark Gate to fight for the blood of the ancestor witch."

"you��"

An Shaojin's eyes were strange. The young man in front of him was just the master of mystery. Who gave him the courage to use the name of the Liangyi Sect to enter the Gate of Darkness, and brazenly wanted to help them fight for the blood of the ancestral witch.

Brother, please, can you be a little self-aware!

With your cultivation base, you are a scumbag. I am afraid that you will be wiped out as soon as you enter the Dark Portal. Where are you so confident that you can say such a request to us with confidence. JrNovels.com