There are five big monsters at the scene, namely the ferocious beast, the hydra monster, the human dragon, the butterfly monster, and the mermaid monster.
All of them are hovering high in the sky next to the door of the secret realm. Their demonic power is overwhelming, and their huge aura is overwhelming, making people terrified.
Their naked squatting behavior also made many humans hiding in the dark anxious. They communicated secretly with their spiritual thoughts and discussed decisions.
"Damn it, once the door to the secret realm appears, it will automatically disappear after three days. If you can't get out in time, you will have to stay in this secret realm for hundreds of years, waiting for the next opening before you have a chance!"
"In this secret realm, there are no rules, few resources, and dangerous places everywhere. If you stay here for hundreds of years, what's the difference between staying here and waiting to die?"
"Instead of waiting for death, it's better to take a risk and fight them!"
At a certain time when several big monsters were wandering around, a little far away from the gate of the secret realm.
A gray ray of light shot straight from the ground below to the door of the secret realm. It was as fast as a photographer chasing the wind. It was less than three feet away from the door.
The body of the gray light is the body of a gray dragon. Its body is thin and shimmering with metallic luster. It is obviously a thing that has been tempered for thousands of times.
The person driving the corpse of the gray dragon was a pale-faced young monk who was an inner disciple from the Corpse Exorcist Sect.
Seeing that the door to the secret realm was just a few feet away, his eyes suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.
"The speed of a golden elixir-level dragon is really terrifying. Even the big demon can't react at all!"
But at the next moment, all his expressions were frozen on his face.
Five giant tails of different colors, each thousands of feet long, shrouded the sky above the disciples of the Corpse Exorcist Sect, forming a bright and giant multi-colored light curtain, completely engulfing him.
The physical bodies of the disciples of the Corpse Exorcist Sect were wiped out silently.
Even the corpse of the gray dragon he controlled was charred black, riddled with holes, and turned into a pile of useless waste.
His tragic death immediately sounded the alarm to other human monks.
"That's Wei Youxian. What he was driving just now was a golden elixir dragon whose body was sacrificed and refined. His speed was probably much faster than the dragon's life. Not even he succeeded, and the others didn't even have to think about it.
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"Could it be that this young master can only die alone in this secret realm?"
"Wait a minute, there are still three days, maybe these big monsters will get tired of it and leave soon."
These human monks.
There are disciples from the Corpse Exorcist Sect, Xinghe Sect, and Xianhu Sect in Taihao Dojo, as well as disciples from other sects such as Cursing Words Sect, Jingkong Temple, Xutian Sect, Tianmo Sect, Fairy Sect, Ancient Talisman Sect, etc.
All of them were filled with regret. Some had given up on escaping, while others simply hoped to leave the demon clan.
Among the disciples of the Immortal Gourd Sect, there is a man who is acting alone, located in a dense forest dozens of miles away, using a magical water mirror to closely observe everything happening in the sky.
He has a fair complexion, a handsome face, and is wearing a blue Taoist uniform. His face is cold and confident, and he doesn't seem to be worried about his own safety at all.
"Stupid." The handsome man shook his head and sneered, "Do you really think that the big demon will give you an opportunity to take advantage of it? I'm afraid I have already prepared your pockets!"
He turned around and looked at the stocky middle-aged man behind him: "The power of the great demon is quite terrifying. Fan Cheng, are you sure about it?"
The man named Fan Cheng wore an iron hoop on his head, wore a black shorts and a tutu.
The muscles all over his body stood out with clear edges and corners, and his naked eyes shone with dazzling blood red.
"If I fight them, I probably won't be able to survive three moves. But if I just escape into that portal, it won't be difficult." The middle-aged warrior Fan Cheng said coldly.
"Okay! My life is in your hands!" The handsome man nodded.
"Don't worry, young master, even if I am torn to pieces, I will definitely send you out! I just hope that my daughter..."
"Don't worry, I have detected that she has cultivation aptitude, and she will definitely be able to train her like my sister in the future!"
"Thank you, young master!"
After the two communicate properly.
The powerful man Fan Cheng turned into a dazzling red light ribbon, wrapped around his young master, and rushed into the sky.
And it instantly split into hundreds of red ribbons with the same color and shape in the sky, making it difficult for people to tell which one they were!
Only the sound of "Peng Peng Peng" could be heard.
Many great demons use their special skills frequently, and the demonic power is permeated, and most of the red lights are easily eliminated.
But a few parts were also missed, allowing them to get in front of the secret door.
Just when the red light suddenly hit.
The door to the secret realm suddenly shines with black light!
The missing red lights exploded one after another, leaving only a single light stagnant in mid-air, revealing the warrior Fan Cheng and his young master.
Both of them looked extremely ugly.
Obviously, they didn't expect that the big monsters would actually tamper with the door to the secret realm!
"Yang realm warrior?" The ferocious beast looked over with a pair of golden eyes, "I didn't expect that there are still human sects that dare to raise warriors of this level privately!"
"Mo Yun still has a way, otherwise we will let these two flies escape without saying anything!" the Hydra demon sneered.
"Young master, leave quickly!" Fan Cheng, the warrior, roared angrily and threw his young master to the ground.
The whole body was covered with red mysterious light, and the momentum reached the extreme at this moment, already faintly beyond the level of the Yang Domain, and suddenly rushed towards the butterfly demon closest to them!
'Wow!'
The five tails of the ferocious beast came out at once, forcing Fan Cheng, who was so powerful, to stop somewhere in the air.
Then, the green spears spinning around the butterfly demon were shot out rapidly!
Fan Cheng waved his fists and struggled to resist the two spears at the front.
Then he was completely exhausted, and was shot through his body with green spears, and was brutally nailed to death in the void.
A large amount of blood spilled from the air, his eyes widened with astonishing hatred, and he would not rest in peace!
But the young master he tried so hard to serve suddenly knelt on the ground, kept knocking on the ground with his head, and begged for mercy in a sharp voice: "My lords, please spare my life! My great-grandfather is the elder of the Xianhu Sect, and he will definitely die one day.
Bring a generous gift and come to thank me!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Elder of the Immortal Gourd Sect?" Butterfly Yao sounded like a woman's soft and waxy voice, with a hint of doubt.
"Yes!" The young master raised his head, showing a hopeful look on his face, as well as tears and dust marks hanging on his cheeks, which made him look quite embarrassed.
"What is that?" the butterfly demon asked in confusion, his tone sincere and not fake.
After hearing this, the young master couldn't help but look a little dull.
Then, his location was covered by a flash of scarlet, and his whole person disappeared in an instant.
The head on the far left of the Hydra demon not far away had just closed its bloody mouth, wriggled its mouth twice, and spat out broken pieces of cyan clothing.
"You humans are just our food, and you still want to negotiate terms?" it said disdainfully.
Many big demons looked indifferent, and it was clear that their thoughts were no different from those of the snake demons.
After seeing the tragic end of these two forerunners, the remaining sect disciples were all shocked and frightened, and hid obediently in the dark, not daring to act rashly again.
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In a sealed room in Master Shouzheng's palace.
Gu Li's whole body was flashing with dazzling white light, and his aura broke through Qi training in the blink of an eye and entered the level of foundation building.
And this is just the beginning.
The early stage of foundation building, the middle stage of foundation building, the late stage of foundation building, and the peak stage of foundation building.
It was not until the foundation building was completed that the upward trend gradually stopped.
The aura on Gu Li's body also became mellow, like a seed about to germinate, as if it could break through the foundation and enter the golden elixir stage at any time.
Her accumulation was so profound that as soon as she received the inheritance from Master Shouzheng, she achieved several consecutive jumps in her cultivation.
Moreover, there are no signs of any unstable foundation.
Maybe this is one of the reasons why Master Shouzheng chose her.
In front of Gu Li, a strange-shaped magic weapon floated, seemingly guarding her.
This magic weapon is about one foot long and is silver-white in color. One end is a pen with black hair, and the other end is a sharp knife that emits a heart-warming silver light.
This is Master Shouzheng's magic weapon, the Zhengqi Sword. The pen is used to judge evil, and the knife is used to kill evil deeds.
It was so famous in ancient times that many great powers died under this magic weapon.
Shan Zixuan, the powerful man who came in with him, also benefited greatly.
Judging from the aura, she had actually broken the cage that had trapped her for a long time and stepped into the level of the Yang Realm.
After a while.
Gu Li opened her eyes, and two silver rays of light pierced into the void at the same time, and did not fade away for a long time.
"I...I actually made a breakthrough." Shan Zixuan looked at her hands, two golden vortexes of mysterious light appeared in the center of her palms, her expression was both happy and a little worried.
Yang realm warriors can already be called high-level warriors. In today's era when immortality is so popular, they are almost as good as everyone shouting and fighting.
Breaking through to the Yang Realm may be a new beginning, and it may even become a countdown to her life.
"Don't worry, my righteous sword can help you protect your cultivation." Gu Li said.
After saying that, the Zhengqi Sword seemed to have a spirit, and a silver light shot out from it and hit Shan Zixuan.
Let its breath suddenly begin to decline, and finally stabilize at the level of the peak of innate Qi.
"The ancient and powerful spiritual treasure is really powerful!" Shan Zixuan said happily.
There was no happy expression on Gu Li's face.
With a burst of spiritual power, she drew a water mirror in the air with her hand, clearly revealing the colorful scene next to the door to the secret realm.
Naturally, the two women also saw the tragic fate of the two human monks who tried to escape through the door.
"This...can we go out?" Shan Zixuan asked worriedly.
"It doesn't matter, I have a powerful spiritual treasure in my hand, so I can give it a try." Gu Li looked confident.
Thinking of the strength of the ancient powers, almost all of them capable of destroying the world, Shan Zixuan immediately put down a lot of worries in her heart.
"When are we leaving?" she asked.
"I have to wait for Han Li." Gu Li looked firm and did not see any wavering. "I will leave only if he leaves. If he doesn't show up, I will keep looking for him!"
In fact, they already knew that Han Li was just a pseudonym, and his real name should be Liu Shu. However, due to the habit they had developed in the past, they still liked to call him this pseudonym.
But they didn't know that the name Liu Shu was also a pseudonym.
At this time, on the bank of the Forbidden Sky River, a man wearing a black robe and a red and black square cloth crown was standing quietly against the wind, his face neither happy nor sad.
It was Yun Bufan, the True Lord of the Shanhai Sect, whose patience was so amazing that he had been waiting beside the Forbidden Sky River.
A large part of the reason for this comes from the spiritual awareness of high-level monks and the good habit of cutting off the roots and eliminating the roots developed over the years.
Yun Bufan didn't know that Liu Mang had left the Forbidden Sky River long ago and came to another independent mysterious space in the secret realm.
Hu Sha, a tribe girl, led Liu Mang to the residence of the most noble elder in the tribe.
The great elder sensed Liu Mang's arrival and invited him to taste the tea he had brewed.
Liu Mang was more respectful than obeying his orders, and strode towards the fifth-floor attic where the great elder was staying.
The interior of the attic is covered with various black and white pictures, some of which are animated, some similar to those of Liu Mang's previous life, and seem to record many ancient secrets.
The first painting tells the story of a majestic man holding a golden sword in a primitive jungle.
On the left side stood a more majestic middle-aged man holding a gun, and on the right side stood an old man holding a staff. The three of them were in a jungle filled with ferocious beasts, and fought with various huge beasts every day.
A dangerous fight is going on.
In the second painting, this majestic man has already put on a golden crown, his expression is passionate and arrogant, and underneath is a dense crowd of kneeling men.
The man with the gun and the old man with the staff were still standing respectfully beside him, one on the left and the other on the right.
In the third painting, the man with the gun and the old man with the staff began to teach the Dharma, leaving behind two completely different inheritances.
Seeing this, Liu Mang already knew the identities of these people.
In the ancient times, the Human Emperor led the human race to open up the world of immortality. He had two outstanding figures, the Martial Ancestor and the Ancestor, to assist him. He also passed down the two lines of martial arts and immortality, and they have been developing rapidly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The next few paintings are all about things in different periods.
There are warriors who break through the void and walk away, and there are monks who survive the thunder and disappear.
By the eighth painting, the two lines of human warriors and monks are getting stronger and stronger, but the warrior line has a slight upper hand.
One day, they encountered the extremely powerful Starry Sky Monster Clan, and the two sides launched an extremely fierce and bloody war.
The demon clan suffered a lot of losses, but the human clan also suffered heavy casualties, especially the fierce-tempered warriors who had the courage to compete for the first place. I don’t know whether it was deliberate or luck, but the strength of the monk lineage was relatively intact.
In the ninth painting, there are seven great monks with unclear faces. Some are surrounded by thousands of rivers, some are embedded in the depths of the sun, and some are covered in golden light and stand among thirty-six lotus flowers.
Go... Together with the demon clan, they brutally wiped out the remaining lineage of warriors.
On the tenth painting, there is a terrifying black shadow of the demon clan whose body is larger than the stars. There are many strong demon clans standing below, all with respectful expressions.
Not far away from it, seven great monks from the human race also occupied an area alone. However, the looks cast by the surrounding monsters were more or less contemptuous, and no monsters were willing to do so.
Get close to them.
The eleventh picture is somewhat unclear, and you can only roughly see countless tribulation thunders coming down.
"Are these the so-called Seven Ancient Ones who saved the world and led the human race to drive away the demon race? Bah!" Liu Mang was filled with anger.
He looked at the seventeenth painting.
It was told above that an old man who held a strange magic weapon with a pen on one end and a sword on the other brought the remaining lineage of warriors to this space.
And he used great magic to cover the entrance to this space with a river of forbidden air.
Liu Mang knew in his heart that this old man should be Master Shouzheng, the master of the secret realm.
He knew that martial arts could not be tolerated in the world, so in order to keep the flame of the martial arts alive, he kept one of them here.
It can be seen from this that among the strong monks, only some are extremely vicious.
After Liu Mang finished looking at all the portraits, he suddenly turned his head and looked at an old man in the room.
He looks to be about seventy or eighty years old, with snow-white hair and sallow skin on his face, covered with various dark spots. He can be said to be very old, and some people would believe him if he even farts the next moment.
But the warrior's intuition told Liu Mang that this person was extremely dangerous!
Liu Mang looked solemn, clasped his fists and said: "Well, Great Elder, I was all thinking about the mural just now. I have been neglectful, so please don't take it to heart!"
"It's such a small thing, I naturally won't care about it." The elder's old voice sounded, "I can feel the abundant energy and blood in your body, distinguished guest, as well as the overwhelming strength that is bound to be shocking if it is not revealed."
"The great elder is so complimentary." Liu Mang was stunned after hearing this.
"Distinguished guests, please have some tea." Without seeing the elder move, a small porcelain white teacup flew in front of Liu Mang and hovered in mid-air.
Liu Mang didn't hesitate, just picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
He could feel a cool air instantly filling his body, making him feel very comfortable.
At the same time, his sense of spirit seemed to have grown a little stronger, which showed that this tea was precious and must be a treasure.
"You have such courage, you are worthy of being a man of destiny who can cross the river of death." The great elder smiled, and then with a solemn look on his face, he bent down and bowed to Liu Mang, "I have a request, please agree to it!"
When Liu Mang saw him, he tried to help him through the air, but he couldn't help the elder's hunched body.
"Although the great elder gives orders, if I can do it, I will definitely not refuse." Liu Mang said this after he had just received someone's favor.
"We want to go out, and I hope that the distinguished guest can take my family members to leave with him." The elder raised his body and said, staring at Liu Mang.
"I wonder how many people will be brought?"
"Of course they belong to the whole clan."
Liu Mang was a little embarrassed after hearing this: "The Death River is extremely dangerous. I can only barely protect myself. It is difficult to bring one person. It will be even more difficult to bring the whole clan."
"We have a treasure that can carry us and resist the erosion of the Death River. But it cannot move on its own and needs someone to take it away." The great elder said, "If your distinguished guest needs anything, just ask. Although our clan
Trapped in a corner, but there are quite a few treasures accumulated over the years.”
After hearing this, Liu Mang felt something in his heart: "I need the fundamental method of martial arts."
He has already collected nine techniques above the Yang Realm realm, and there is still only one left to go before he can deduce the eleventh level of the Sunset Sutra!
This tribe, inherited from ancient times, must have what he wants.