After the battle in front of Baoyue Palace, a large number of elite disciples in the three holy lands suffered heavy losses, and almost the entire army was wiped out. This was gradually known to other disciples who were still in the secret realm.
In the following days, they behaved quite calmly and did not fight among themselves. They just quietly retreated to the outside and started exploring.
In the blink of an eye, the ninety-day time limit came. In the Kunlun Secret Realm, the three remaining holy places and the people of the Black Demon Clan gathered near the entrance and flew into the space passage one after another.
Pumice Star Sea.
The barrier around the Kunlun ruins showed a periodic pattern and became thicker again.
At this moment, Su Shengzhen, Shen Tunan, Mu Qianjue, and Shi Wuya were standing in the air, each driving their magic weapons and trying their best to maintain the space passage.
The space passage has been maintained for three full months. Even though the four of them are powerful gods, they look a little tired at this moment.
Moreover, the golden clouds around the ruins of Kunlun trembled from time to time, showing signs of instability, as if they would soon fly into the turbulence of space again.
Around the square, the saint-level elders from the four forces looked at the space passage eagerly one by one. The deadline was coming soon, and they wondered how their disciples would gain inside.
There are many treasures in the Kunlun ruins, and there should be a lot of harvest. I just hope that the disciples will not suffer heavy casualties.
"I wonder how the eight disciples like me will gain from it. Guanzhu Peng, you Lihuo Temple has the most disciples entering this time. I wonder if you are interested in making a bet with me. Let's bet on which disciple will gain more." Duize
The temple owner Yun Mengze smiled and said.
"Haha, Master Yun wants to bet, so of course I will accompany you. I wonder what Master Yun wants to bet on?" Peng Yue secretly wondered in his heart whether Shi Mu and Shi Mu could get the thing for him, but his face remained calm at all.
"I heard that Guanzhu Peng got a Ten Thousand Water Soft Crystal some time ago. I was about to refine a magic weapon, but I just needed this material. This is my bet." Yun Mengze said with a smile, turning over his hand and taking out one.
The long black whip seemed to be made from some kind of fairy bamboo, and the whip body appeared in sections.
"Black Bamboo Whip! Master Yun is so confident that he actually used this treasure as a bet." Peng Yue raised his eyebrows and said.
Yun Mengze smiled and said nothing.
"Okay, since Master Yun Guan is interested, I will naturally accompany you." Peng Yue said with a smile.
The other temple owners were also very interested at this moment, and a few of them also made bets on how much the disciples would gain.
The same goes for Qinglan Holy Land and Zhuyun Sword Sect. Compared with before, the tense atmosphere has eased a bit.
At this moment, the light in the mid-air space channel flickered, and a group of disciples flew out from it. They were disciples of the Qinglan Holy Land. There were only about thirty people in the group. The leader was Zhao Jian. Several disciples fell in the Qinglan Holy Land.
Near the elders.
Master Su Sheng frowned, and the expressions of several elders of Qinglan Holy Land changed.
"Zhao Jian, why are there only you people, and where are the others? Are they still behind?" asked an old man with white eyebrows from Qinglan Holy Land.
"Elder Liu, these people are already all the disciples of our Qinglan Holy Land. The others have perished in the secret realm." Zhao Jian lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and looked sad and excited.
"How is that possible!" When the white-browed old man heard this, his face changed drastically and he lost his voice.
When the other three parties saw this scene, they did not show any expressions of gloating about the misfortune. Their faces became more solemn, and the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere before was gone.
There are a hundred disciples from each sect who enter the secret realm, and they are all carefully selected leaders from their respective sects. Many of them are very likely to aspire to the holy realm as long as they give a little time.
According to the original estimate, losing a quarter or at most one-third inside was the maximum limit, but now only less than one-third is left, which is really unexpected.
At this moment, the space channel flashed slightly, and another group of people flew out. This time it was the Zhuyun Sword Sect. The number of people was surprisingly smaller than that of Qinglan Holy Land, with only about twenty Yanzi.
Mu Qianjue's face looked a little ugly, let alone the saint-level elders behind him. If Mu Yishang hadn't been at the head of the team, he might have looked even more livid.
"Mu Yi, how come there are only you, and where are the other disciples?" Several elders of Zhuyun Sword Sect flew over and asked quickly.
"Several elders and disciples did not do things well, and the other disciples have been killed in the secret realm." Mu Yi looked at Zhao Jian and others in Qinglan Holy Land, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"What!" The expressions of several elders of Zhuyun Sword Sect changed greatly.
Mu Qianjue and others naturally noticed Mu Yi's eyes and turned to Zhao Jian with unkind glances.
Suddenly, the space passage flickered twice in succession, and people from the Lichen Sect and the Black Demon Clan also flew out. They were similar to those from the Qinglan Holy Land and the Zhuyun Sword Sect. There were only about twenty people from each side coming out.
Especially for the Black Demon Clan, the people who are alive at this moment are all ordinary people who are in the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm. None of the real elite disciples appear here.
The same goes for the Li Chen Sect. The chief disciple of the Eight Views who entered it, except for Li Huo Guan Wen Hua, did not participate. Among the other seven people who entered, only Mo Qinghui came out.
Peng Yue's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes searched among the more than 20 people from the Lichen Sect several times, but he did not find Shi Mu and Yan Luo. Could it be that they also fell among them?
Boom!
At this moment, the golden clouds outside the Kunlun ruins trembled violently, and a large amount of golden light poured out, pushing the four god-level powerful masters Su Shengzhen, Shen Tunan, Mu Qianjue, and Shi Wuya back.
The space passage trembled violently and closed suddenly after a few breaths.
The golden light of the Kunlun ruins flourished, and the surrounding golden clouds rotated rapidly, wrapping the Kunlun ruins and flying slowly towards the distant sky at a rather slow speed.
The Three Holy Lands and the Black Demon Tribe were in deep sorrow due to the heavy casualties among their disciples, and they did not care about the closure of the Kunlun Ruins.
"What happened? Why did so many disciples die?" The white-browed old man from Qinglan Holy Land looked at Zhao Jian and asked.
"Elder Liu, the thing is like this..." After Zhao Jian was about to enter the ruins of Kunlun, he explained in detail the situation he encountered at the beginning.
"The various restrictions in the ruins and the puppets are very powerful, which exceeded our expectations and caused many casualties. But what really caused the death of more than half of our sect's disciples was the Zhuyun Sword Sect and the Lichen Sect after entering the ruins.
The Taoist friends from the two factions did not cooperate at all and only looked after their own interests, which is why we were taken advantage of by the puppet army and the black demon clan and suffered heavy casualties." Zhao Jian said coldly.
The white-browed old man frowned and his eyes became cold.
"Hmph! What Fellow Daoist Zhao Jian said was truly righteous. However, on that stone platform, in full view of everyone, Fellow Daoist Zhao Jian was the first to attack us and killed several members of our Lichen Sect. I witnessed this with my own eyes.
See, how do you want to explain this matter?" Mo Qinghui said with a sneer.
"If you Lichen Sect and Zhuyun Sword Sect hadn't taken the lead, I wouldn't have taken action." Zhao Jian looked at Mo Qinghui and Mu Yi and said angrily.
"Senior Brother Zhao Jian really knows how to confuse right and wrong. It was obviously you people from Qinglan Holy Land who attacked us first." Mu Yi was already filled with righteous indignation, but now he scolded with an angry look on his face.
"I have said before that the initial blow was not delivered by our Qinglan disciples at all, but was framed by someone!" Zhao Jian refuted coldly.
"Hmph! Do you have any evidence for what you said? Who knows if you are shirking responsibility! Besides, that little girl is wearing your Qinglan Holy Land costume!" Mu Yi said with a sneer.
Zhao Jian's face was furious and he was about to speak.
"Okay, stop arguing." The white-browed old man suddenly shouted and scolded.
Zhao Jian immediately closed his mouth and looked at Mo Qinghui and Mu Yi with hatred in his eyes.
"According to what you said, could it be that the disciples of the three holy places just killed each other and finally died? As the leader, why didn't you stop the fighting?" the white-browed old man said in a deep voice.
"Elder Liu, after we calmed down a little, we naturally stopped killing each other immediately, but then we all fell into a trap and were enveloped by a huge illusion array. This array can affect our minds, and everyone actually killed each other.
Get up, the last elite disciples of our Qinglan Holy Land have all perished there, and most of them died in the hands of the Zhuyun Sword Sect." Zhao Jian's eyes were full of hatred, and he looked at the disciples of the Zhuyun Sword Sect not far away.
The white-browed old man's face was ashen, and he suddenly looked towards Zhuyun Sword Sect, and a fierce murderous intention suddenly broke out.
The other elders of Qinglan Holy Land also looked at Zhuyun Sword Sect with murderous intent on their faces.
The combined momentum of several saint-level elders was like a huge mountain, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming everyone in the Zhuyun Sword Sect.
At this moment, figures flashed in front of the disciples of the Zhuyun Sword Sect, and several saint-level elders appeared. Their bodies shone with light, and a huge aura suddenly erupted.
Two invisible forces collided with each other, causing the void to buzz and tremble violently.
"What do you mean by this? Is Qinglan Holy Land going to start a war with our Zhuyun Sword Sect? I just asked Mu Yi, most of the disciples of my Zhuyun Sword Sect are also people from Qinglan Holy Land.
If you want to kill him, we will accompany you to the end!" A saint-level elder from the Zhuyun Sword Sect held the sword secret in his hand and said in a cold voice.
The two sides were at war with each other and seemed to be about to take action immediately.
"Stop!" A voice emerged, ringing in everyone's hearts like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, causing most of their murderous intentions to disappear in an instant.
A figure slowly descended from the sky, it was Master Su Sheng.
At this moment, Shen Tunan, Mu Qianjue, and Shi Wuya also fell from the sky. The expressions of the four god-level beings were not very good.
"Two Taoist friends, it seems that the ruins of Kunlun far exceed our expectations. It is dangerous and unpredictable. As for the reason why my disciples and I suffered heavy casualties, I can't just blame anyone, so let's end it here.
"Master Su Sheng looked at Shen Tunan and Mu Qianjue and said.
"That's it." Shen Tunan said expressionlessly.
Mu Qianjue's face was gloomy, and after a while, he nodded slowly.
Shi Wuya looked at the remaining clan members, his face was ashen, but when he saw the tense situation in the three holy places, he suddenly felt a little happy in his heart, which diluted his depressed mood a bit.
"Everyone, since the ruins of Kunlun have disappeared, we don't need to stay here any longer. Let's say goodbye." Master Su Sheng waved his hand, and a green light emerged, covering everyone in the Qinglan Holy Land.
With a flash of green light, everyone in the Qinglan Holy Land disappeared without a trace.
Shen Tunan and Mu Qianjue soon left with the disciples of the Lichen Sect and the Zhuyun Sword Sect. Shi Wuya sneered, waved his hand, and flew back to the nearby giant boat with the remaining black demons, speeding quickly.
Leave.
In the blink of an eye, the nearby area returned to silence, with only the temporary shelters standing there alone.
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Naturally, Shi Mu had no idea about the situation outside. At this moment, he was still meditating in seclusion in Baoyue Palace.