Su Li floated to the ground and glanced around calmly. At the entrance of the vast Secret Realm, there were already thousands of qualified practitioners waiting here. Most of the practitioners came in groups of three or five, and whispered incessantly.
Glancing at Fan Zisang, Yue Lin and others not far away from her, Su Li kept silent and continued to wait. She was at the outermost edge of the platform, and the closer to the gate of the Secret Realm, the higher the status of practitioners.
At this moment, a slightly abrupt voice came into her ears.
"Look! The young man closest to the gate of the Secret Realm is Beixiao Liang! "
Following this low exclamation, everyone in the surroundings followed his gaze and looked over. Then, an even louder discussion broke out.
"It's really him, the inherited disciple of Yuxu Sect who has the most potential to become the holy son!"
"Yes, he has only cultivated for six hundred years, so he can enter the Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits!"
"It is said that this evildoer can escape unscathed from an old ancestor of Jindan Realm with his cultivation at the peak of Zhuji Realm. Who among his peers can be his opponent?"
"I'm afraid only Chen Xianghan of Zihan Sect can fight against him."
"It's a pity that Chen Xianghan has cultivated for more than a thousand years and can't enter the Secret Realm. She is still inferior to Beixiao Liang …"
The discussion grew louder, and soon spread to where Beixiao Liang was.
"Senior Fellow Apprentice, listen, they are all talking about you!"
The other inherited disciples of Yuxu Sect looked at Beixiao Liang with admiration in their eyes. Some of them might be older than Beixiao Liang, but the cultivation circle respected the strong. Beixiao Liang was so powerful that he was naturally respected by all inherited disciples of Yuxu Sect.
Beixiao Liang looked at the gate of the Secret Realm without any change in his expression, as if the discussion around him didn't affect him at all.
"The Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits is about to open. Don't be impatient and echo the crowd."
When his voice came out, all the disciples of Yuxu Sect from different peaks responded respectfully and calmed down together.
Seeing this scene, Su Li's eyes flashed a trace of softness. She used to be admired by thousands of people and loved by all disciples of Yuxu Sect, just like Beixiao Liang.
"Is Beixiao Liang a disciple of my master …"
Su Li was thoughtful. She had been in the cultivation circle for more than one thousand and two hundred years, including the time she spent in the Reincarnation Mirror. Beixiao Liang was only over six hundred years old, and all the other disciples were less than eight hundred years old. Naturally, she didn't know them.
"Well, I can't return to Yuxu Sect in a short time. It's no use to think too much.
"Well, I can't return to Yuxu Sect in a short time."
But at this moment, Beixiao Liang frowned and turned to look in the direction of Su Li, but he found nothing.
Someone noticed Beixiao and asked.
Someone. and Liang's and Beixiao Liang.
Beixiao Liang shook his head and returned to his original appearance, but there was a trace of doubt in his heart.
"Sect, Li Sect disciples of Sect. and. and and.
The competition in the big sects was fierce and cruel. Ever since he started his cultivation, he had encountered countless dangers, but he had always relied on his innate intuition to escape. Now that his intuition had appeared again, he could not ignore it.
"Sect" Su Is Li Li Among them. "Li of Sect and.
Beixiao Liang was silent, but there was a slight expectation in his eyes. He thought that this trip to the Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits would be as boring as last time. Now, it seemed that he might gain a lot.
At the same time, Yue Lin, who was also waiting in the periphery area, took back the carrier rune in her hand. She couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. She turned to look at Su Li and sneered.
"I got in touch! B * tch, you wait and see. The Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits will be your burial place! "
Time passed by slowly. One day was nothing for practitioners. By the next morning, the last spiritual boat arrived, and all the five thousand practitioners selected from the Jiuzhou Region had arrived.
As the last practitioner passed through the tactical matrix and landed on the platform, the gate of the Secret Realm moved immediately. The bright rings around it rotated slowly, and then turned into phantoms that couldn't be seen clearly after a few seconds.
The calm ripples turned into a whirlpool with a slight suction!
"The Secret Realm is open!"
Before the practitioner who had been here more than once finished his words, Beixiao Liang jumped into it and disappeared. With him taking the lead, the rest of the disciples didn't hesitate and poured into it one after another. The practitioners on the platform decreased rapidly, and soon it was the turn of the practitioners from the Outer Dimension.
"Let's go!"
Yue Lin glanced at Su Li and stepped into it with the three people of Huajian Sect. Su Li still stood still. Seeing this, Fan Zisang had to go first. Just when half of his body was about to disappear into the whirlpool, Su Li suddenly moved!
She stretched out her fingers and flicked, and a transparent mark fell into the back of Fan Zisang's neck. Then she disappeared into the whirlpool.
Sensing a trace of the vague mark, Su Li was slightly relieved. She succeeded. The fluctuation of the whirlpool could perfectly cover the tracing mark she planted.
Glancing at the empty surroundings, Su Li didn't hesitate and flashed into the whirlpool.
After a short period of darkness —
The scene changed. Su Li opened her eyes and found herself in an empty and lonely wasteland. She couldn't see anyone as far as she could see.
"How could I be transmitted to this place in Jituyuan?"
Su Li frowned. Without saying anything, she identified the direction and flew quickly. Jituyuan was the most barren place in the entire Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits. There was basically no chance. It was very far from the converging place of nimbus that she was going to this time.
Fortunately, the Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits would be open for two months. As long as she could get there and spend about seven days to absorb nimbus, she could reach the twelfth hurdle of Lianqi Realm. She had enough time to hurry.
Three days later, Su Li just left the area of Jituyuan. Suddenly, her heart moved, and the pneuma of the tracing mark became extremely clear.
"Fan Zisang is not far from me. To avoid trouble, I should resolve the Poisonous Spirit Devouring Insect on him first."
Thinking of this, she slightly adjusted the direction and continued to rush.
At the same time, in the dark and dense forest, Fan Zisang leaned against a giant tree with a pool of blood on the ground. He wiped the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth and stared at the three people in front of him with a gloomy face, "Do you really want to listen to Yue Lin's nonsense? Are you trying to kill me? "
The tall and thin young man snorted coldly, "Fan Zisang, don't play tricks on me! You are just a servant of Mount Head, not even an inherited disciple. How can you be regarded as a fellow disciple of our sect? "
"Right!"
Another inherited disciple of Qinghua Mount stood out and sneered, "I have heard from Junior Sister Apprentice Yue Lin that you are a lowly servant. Just because Mount Head likes you, you embezzled Junior Sister Apprentice's practicing resources openly and secretly. It is unforgivable! Even if you escape today, we will report to Master Uncle and punish you severely after we get out! "
Fan Zisang was silent. These people had been completely fascinated by Yue Lin, and they wouldn't listen to anything he said. So … he didn't need to care about the old friendship.
Swish!
With a thought, the flying sword was unsheathed and floated in front of him, pointing at the three people with cold light.
The three people of Huajian Sect were immediately angry, "How dare you take the initiative to attack us? You are courting death!"
Fan Zisang looked cold, without any affection for fellow disciples. Just when the four flying swords were about to collide, suddenly —
Boom!!
A terrifying spiritual pressure poured down without warning. A ferocious human face suddenly appeared at the root of the giant tree that Fan Zisang was leaning against. The hanging branches turned into sharp swords in the blink of an eye, penetrating the chests of the three people, leaving a basin-sized bloody hole.
"Help … me …"
The young man was full of horror. He only uttered two words, and then his eyes dimmed quickly. He fell to the ground without any vitality. The other two didn't even have a last word.
Ding! Clang!
The three flying swords fell to the ground and collided with each other, making two crisp sounds, which seemed more terrifying in the quiet forest.
"What's going on?!"
Fan Zisang's pupils shrank suddenly. He leaned against the giant tree and didn't see the human face, nor did he see what penetrated the bodies of the three people.
"I can't stay here for a long time. I have to leave first."
Fan Zisang focused his mind and didn't have time to care about the treasures on the corpses of the three people. He drove the flying sword to escape without saying a word.
Shortly after he left, the human face on the giant tree reappeared, but it was not as ferocious as before. Instead, there was an indescribable calmness.
"Since it is your blood that awakens me, I will spare your life this time. These three corpses can help me recover a little, and my roots can continue to extend … "
There was a low murmur in the nothingness, and the ground where the corpses were immediately made a strange grumbling sound. Then it turned into a small green swamp and sank the corpses into the ground. In the blink of an eye, the corpses were restored without any trace.
A few hours later, Fan Zisang came out from the side of the dense forest. Looking at the empty green plain, he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.
Although he didn't know why the existence in the dark didn't hurt him, the situation just now was absolutely life-threatening and very dangerous.
"What is this place? It's a pity that the map of the Secret Realm mastered by Huajian Sect only occupies a small part. This place is obviously not in the map description."
Looking at the dense forest behind him, Fan Zisang took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and sat in meditation to recover. But he suddenly woke up after a moment of meditation, and his face looked terrible.
His speed of recovering Genuine Qi slowed down.
After hesitating for a moment, Fan Zisang stretched out his right hand and found that the whole palm had become dark, and something could be vaguely seen wriggling in it.
But as long as he tried to force this thing out, it would quickly become silent again, and he couldn't sense it.
"Boy, don't try to recover Genuine Qi. When you fought with your three companions just now, the Poisonous Spirit Devouring Insect has completely awakened. At least 30% of the Nimbus you refined into your body has been swallowed by the Poisonous Spirit Devouring Insect. If you go on like this, you will only speed up your death."
Fan Zisang fell silent. He was chased by the three people all the way, and he had no way to escape. Now he survived. But … the Genuine Qi in his body was less than 10%. How could he continue in the Secret Realm of Shattered Spirits if he didn't recover?
Wait for death?!
Fan Zisang suddenly smiled and transmitted the sound, "Senior, although my cultivation is low, I don't want to wait for death unwillingly. Just let me be willful for once."
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