At the same time, heart-shaking roars came from every corner of the blessed land.
What followed was a burst of overwhelming fighting spirit, soaring straight into the sky.
Immortals, demons, demons, and monks from the three realms fought fiercely, and their positions were clear.
Countless figures shuttled through the air, rising and then falling miserably.
Some people fight openly and openly, and all kinds of magical arts are endless.
There are people hiding in the dark, waiting for opportunities, and they can kill with one strike, and they are as cunning as a fox.
Some people had no choice but to fight one against two with their natal magic weapon, and in the end their souls were wiped out.
Some people don't hesitate to blow up their souls, but they have to hold them back before they die.
Blood, flesh and blood flying, blood spraying.
Even though they were dozens of miles apart, Suning and Dao Huo'er could still smell the strong smell of blood coming from afar.
The Paradise of Cave Heaven has become a battlefield, like purgatory, with corpses floating in a sea of blood.
"Are we going to participate?"
Playing with the remaining core of the fruit, Dao Huo'er asked softly: "What is that guy's cultivation level? Have you discovered anything?"
Suning said bluntly: "My mind is not as good as mine, but it's not much different."
"My cultivation level is at the Great Perfection level of the twelfth-level True Immortal, but since you can compete with me on a par, you obviously have the means to advance to the Fourteenth level of the True Immortal."
Dao Huo'er was dumbfounded and said: "Stronger than the Wen Dian mask girl?"
Suning muttered: "I can't see through it, but it gives me the impression that I am only strong, not weak."
Dao Huo'er couldn't help but clicked his tongue, flicked the fruit core with one finger and said: "How come you have never heard of such an outstanding direct disciple before?"
"Who do you want to learn from? Which master of the Martial Palace?"
Suning touched the Qiankun bag, took out a "Yishen Pill" specially used to heal the mind and said: "The civil and military palaces have profound heritage, and there are too many secrets that are not known to outsiders."
"It's too late to inquire now. All we can do is take it one step at a time."
"Listen to what the half-dead man said, he seems to know where the seal of the Heaven-Shaking Divine Halberd is."
Dao Huo'er said impatiently: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and chase."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took one step into the air and controlled fire like a dragon.
Suning followed suit quietly, feeling even more confused.
For example, why would the masked woman, who has always been proud and arrogant, look down upon the dull young man?
As we all know in this treasure hunt, the Immortal Realm is dominated by the Wen Palace and the Martial Palace as a supplement.
If we want to be obedient, it should be the disciples of the Martial Palace who obey the disciples of the Wen Palace.
How come the masked woman is so inferior to others that she doesn’t even get a chance to speak?
It's weird, so weird that it makes people shudder.
Especially when Suning thought about it carefully, the more she thought about it, the more outrageous she felt.
So, he stopped Dao Huo'er, who was clearing the way in front of him, and told her to hide in the deep valley and wait, and not to go out without authorization.
As for himself, he chose the nearest battlefield to investigate.
Let’s not mention the other disciples in the Immortal Realm for now. If we can catch the disciples from the Civil and Military Halls, we can hope to find out the origin of the dull young man.
"Hahaha, Wen Dian Tianjiao is nothing more than this. We are both the twelfth-level True Immortal of Great Perfection. What can you do to me?"
Thousands of meters away in the open space, a Demon Realm disciple and a Wen Palace disciple were fighting each other with spells. After more than a hundred moves, it was still difficult to tell the winner.
The former is surrounded by evil spirits and laughs wildly.
The latter was furious and his face was ashen.
"clang."
The wand slashed to the bottom and hit the long sword controlled by the Wen Palace disciple.
The roar was endless and sparks flew everywhere.
The two of them retreated and glided out.
The demon disciples escaped into the black mist, and their faces were difficult to distinguish.
The disciples from the Immortal Realm seized the opportunity, made secrets with one hand, and muttered words in their mouths.
"boom."
Suddenly, a big hand slapped him on the forehead, and then grabbed him into the void.
The demon disciples were left stunned with a look of shock and fear.