The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

But this time the rumors are more reliable than the gossip from those teahouse gentlemen.

The so-called "thousand-year catastrophe" is a rumor handed down by the immortal cultivators in ancient times.

Every thousand years or so, there will be an extremely tragic war between the fairy and demon worlds, and whoever can win in the end will establish the control of the human world for the next thousand years.

In the last battle between immortals and demons, both sides suffered heavy casualties, but in the end the immortal world won the final victory, and Mu Qinghe was also present.

In a blink of an eye, it has been so long.

This time, even though everyone seemed to be having fun at the Immortal World Conference, they were actually on guard.

Those of the older generation who participated in the last war and survived knew that that day was coming.

Even if it was not the exact day, the Immortal World Conference must not be neglected, so the most stringent defensive formation in history was arranged.

But think about it carefully... so many elites from the fairy world gather together, even if the demon world doesn't give face, it will have to wait and see.

No one thought that the Demon Realm wanted to wipe them all out.

"Immortal Xinglan, I think you have drunk too much alcohol!"

"Yeah, today is a happy day, what unlucky words to say."

"Come, come, have another drink!"

Bai Lin looked at the group of immortal priests who were still indulging in drunkenness, dreams and death, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

They seemed to avoid mentioning that rumor at the same time, and it was not without reason.

The three sharpest swords in the fairy world thousands of years ago were Xinglan, Qinghe and Hexuan, and one of them was lost in the last battle.Those who sacrificed with him did not count almost the entire elite force of the fairy world.

For thousands of years, the various sects in the fairy world fell apart due to the departure of the sect master. Now the conference seems to be lively and prosperous, as if there are many younger generations, but in fact it is far from being able to compete with the three immortals.

From a theoretical point of view, they will definitely lose against the Demon Race now.

"I have something that I want to inform everyone." When Immortal Xinglan was waved repeatedly by the crowd, Mu Qinghe suddenly stood up and spoke in a rare way.

Usually there will be no good things when he speaks, so everyone can only listen quietly.

"Everyone seems to be very curious about the defection of our sect's disciple." Bai Lin looked up at Mu Qinghe. Could it be that the master wanted to tell all about Mu Lingsang, "To be honest, a few days ago, the second disciple of our sect Mu Lingsang stole Hexuan's magic piano yesterday after plotting to kill and sacrifice his eldest disciple Mu Chengying, and he is still missing."

After finishing speaking, he added righteously under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"He has the mark of the demon race on his shoulder, I'm afraid we will inevitably have a war in the near future."

Everyone was horrified.

After a short silence, there were long whispers.

Bai Lin could feel their panic and fear from across the dining table. Mu Qinghe wasn't talked about because of the scandal of throwing out his own sect, what they were talking about was the demon king that they didn't dare to mention before.

"Qinghe Xianzun means that the second disciple of his sect has become the servant of Mozun?"

"I've been missing for the past few days, and I stole the magic zither yesterday. Isn't this a sign that the entrance to the demon world is going to be opened? Everyone knows that the zither owned by Immortal Hexuan is..."

Bai Lin pricked up his ears to listen, but the following words became less and less clear.

Could it be that Mu Lingsang's purpose of stealing the violin was not only to become stronger, but also to start the once-in-a-thousand-year war between immortals and demons?