"Daolian...the secret realm..."

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were slightly swollen and red, and she kept murmuring softly.

Zhao Wujiang's figure disappeared.

The tip of her nose was slightly sour, and she burst into tears again in the heavy rain.

Zhao Wujiang is still alive?

Have you already come to this world?

Just now, was he guiding me secretly?

Xuanyuan Jing's heart boiled, and she remembered Daolian's secret realm in her heart.

She knows a lot about the secret realm of Daolian, and she also owns a lotus tablet.

As early as when she left the Tianbaozhou Renzong in the Shenshui South Territory, she had already learned about the Daolian Secret Realm, and Zhang Lindao also gave her a lotus tablet from the Daolian Secret Realm.

She had not originally planned to go to the Daolian Secret Realm. She was not very strong now. If she went to the Daolian Secret Realm, she would not be able to compete with a group of strong men at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm.

What she saw in the heavy rain now made her change her mind.

She must go to Daolian's secret realm. Wujiang's shadow keeps repeating, maybe Wujiang is inside.

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes suddenly trembled, and she thought of a possibility. Could it be that the secret realm where the Great Xia Dynasty is located is the Daolian Secret Realm?

In fact, Wujiang is not dead, but is trapped in a secret realm, waiting for him to rescue him? Did he give her a hint secretly?

Xuanyuan Jing stepped into the small ruined temple and used his cultivation to steam dry his wet clothes.

The heavy rain was still pouring outside, and huge raindrops continued to fall from the sky.

She bowed again to a wooden statue enshrined in the temple.

This statue has no face, but it has a majestic appearance. Under the dim candlelight in the temple, there is a hint of evil.

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Zhao Wujiang stepped on the muddy water, holding a hatchet and a tattered oil-paper umbrella at his waist.

He looked up at the city made of blue and black boulders.

There are two characters deeply carved on the city, as if someone had carved them with a sword in a strange script.

Due to his preconceptions, he probably recognized these two words, which should be "Youdu".

Youdu City can be seen as far as the eye can see, with both sides extending into the mist of the dark night.

The city gates were wide open and there were no defenders.

The city was dark, with some faint light.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the city step by step, his body's cultivation level already running wildly.

"Xu..."

The sound of a horse being stopped and the sound of horse hooves sounded behind Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang turned around and saw a carriage slowly approaching.

The horse driver is a middle-aged man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat.

"Little brother, are you traveling alone?" The middle-aged man pulled the reins of the horse, and the carriage stopped next to Zhao Wujiang.

"Exactly." Zhao Wujiang nodded with a kind smile.

"Then get in the car." The middle-aged man held up his bamboo hat and said:

"It has been dark for a while. If we don't find Xi Ling Inn, it will be a difficult night."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered and he shook his head slightly:

"When I go out, my father once told me not to disturb others.

Brother, I appreciate your kindness."

"Little brother, it's a good thing to be vigilant, but..." the middle-aged man smiled mellowly.

Before the man finished speaking, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and the head of a pretty and lovely girl was revealed:

"Humph, are you worried that my father will try to kill you? You are treating your kindness like a donkey's heart and lungs."

"Su Su." The middle-aged man glared at the girl, cupped his fists at Zhao Wujiang and said:

"My little girl said it unintentionally. If my little brother doesn't want to, I won't force you."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the sky and saw that it was completely dark. He thought about the words of the pig and monkey he met at the demon temple on the top of the mountain and thought about it.

He scratched his head, smiled warmly and honestly, cupped his fists and said:

"Brother, that's hard work."

He tapped his toes and jumped onto the carriage. He did not enter the carriage compartment, but sat beside the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, smiled heartily, held up his hat, and started to continue driving.

The girl also looked at Zhao Wujiang and couldn't help but comment in her heart that he was quite handsome and had a good temperament, but he was just rustic and could not compare with his senior brother.

Senior brother is good-looking, has high cultivation level, and loves himself.
Chapter completed!