Seeing Liu Jianfei sweating, it was obvious that this secret technique was very mentally taxing. Thinking about it, he knew that it must be extremely taxing, and he was even more satisfied with it.
Qin Mengyun nodded hurriedly.
Yang Qingmeng stared at him closely, showing a pleading look.
Liu Jianfei smiled and said: "Time is urgent. We really need to have the Twelve Ancestors, but something serious is going wrong. Also, does the sect master know what the secret realm is?"
"The secret realm..." Lu Qingxue sighed, looked into the distance leisurely, and said quietly: "It has been a legend for a long time. I didn't expect it to appear again. I'm afraid the world will be uneasy."
"Sect Master..." Liu Jianfei said curiously: "The secret realm is only here, what about the outer realm?"
"There should be no such thing as the Heavenly Realm." Lu Qingxue shook her head and said, "The secret realm is transformed by gods and demons."
Liu Jianfei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It takes ten days to push them to this level of strength," Qin Mengyun said softly, "Master, this secret realm is very powerful."
"Yes," Lu Qingxue said: "What's even more terrifying are the ancestors in the secret realm. These are immortal old monsters. I don't know what level of cultivation they have reached. We..."
She frowned and shook her head slightly, showing dignity.
Liu Jianfei said: "I will continue to ask."
After he finished speaking, he sat down in front of another middle-aged man in gray. He formed a seal with his hands and murmured in his mouth, but there was no sound. The void twisted. His hands in the seal gently touched the forehead of the middle-aged man in gray.
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Suddenly there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the surrounding area shook, like the earth shaking.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes suddenly sat up straight, his eyes staring straight into the distance, showing confusion.
Liu Jianfei said: "Why are you here ordered to come?"
"Conquer the Diewu Sect!" The middle-aged man in gray said with a hint of fanaticism in his stiffness.
Liu Jianfei's face changed slightly.
He was not shocked by the news, but disturbed by this hint of fanaticism. Once this happened, it was difficult to ask any more questions, and he hurriedly shouted: "How to conquer?"
"Catch all the disciples of the Diewu Sect and force the leader of the Diewu Sect to bow her head. If she doesn't surrender, kill ten disciples. Kill her in one go until she surrenders!" The dull voice of the middle-aged man in gray was even more fanatical.
Liu Jianfei shouted: "You are the only one who takes action, where are the Twelve Ancestors?"
"The ancestor is in retreat and will be here soon!" The middle-aged man in gray clothes became more and more enthusiastic.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by enthusiasm. Then he came to his senses and slapped Liu Jianfei with a fierce palm.
Liu Jianfei's face was as pale as paper and extremely ugly. He ignored the slap and did not dodge or avoid it, but he was about to receive a slap.
"Bang!" Yang Qingmeng knocked away the middle-aged man in gray with a palm, and quickly looked at Liu Jianfei: "Brother Liu!"
Liu Jianfei waved his hands, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing without moving.
"This is a backlash." Lu Qingxue shook her head and said, "Don't disturb him."
"Sect Master, is he okay?" Yang Qingmeng asked worriedly.
Lu Qingxue said: "This kind of backlash must be very painful, but it won't be fatal. It will get better after a while."
She looked at the motionless middle-aged man in gray, shook her head and said, "You killed him with this palm."
Yang Qingmeng said embarrassedly: "Sect Master, I am in a hurry... Do you want to rescue him?"
"Forget it, I'll just kill him, I'm afraid I'll be tempted..." As soon as she finished her words, a sneer suddenly sounded, and the void distorted, and an old man in gray robes was already standing in front of them.
The old man in gray robe has a slender figure, and the broad gray robe covers his body, like a bamboo pole carrying a robe, which looks empty.
The muscles in the old man's face have almost disappeared, leaving only bones, and the same is true for his neck, which looks like a layer of skin sticking to the skeleton, which looks quite terrifying.
He put his hands together and stood in the void looking down at Lu Qingxue and the others. There were two balls of blue light in his deep-set eye sockets, like will-o'-the-wisps.
Lu Qingxue and the other seven people felt goosebumps all over their bodies when he glanced at them. They felt extremely uncomfortable and their bodies tensed up involuntarily, as if they had encountered the reaction of a natural enemy and sensed danger.
Qin Mengyun shouted: "Who are you?"
"Disciple of the Tianfeng Sect." The old man in gray robe like a skeleton laughed hissingly. His voice sounded as if his throat had been rubbed by sand. He felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to cover his mouth or cover his ears.
"The ancestor who came out of the secret realm, right?" Lu Qingxue said calmly.
"Hehe!" The old man in gray robe chuckled: "Little girl, you have some knowledge."
Lu Qingxue said: "You are using our Die Wu Sect as a weakling!"
"The Diewu Sect is not strong in martial arts, but it is well-informed and all of them are beautiful. It is most effective to win over the disciples of various sects." The old man in gray robe chuckled and said: "If you say you are not going to attack you, who will attack first?"
"Very good!" Lu Qingxue said calmly: "Once the secret realm is revealed, Tianfeng Sect will dominate the Heavenly Demon Realm!"
"It's good that you know." The old man in gray robe chuckled and said: "If you know what's going on, surrender obediently, and let us drive you, you will dominate the Heavenly Demon Realm in the future, and the benefits of your Diewu Sect will be indispensable. If you don't give in, then don't blame me for being ruthless.
Destroy the flowers!"
"You want to slaughter all our Diewu Sect?" Lu Qingxue said calmly.
The old man in gray robe said: "Who let you know the secret realm? You can only die!"
Qin Mengyun snorted: "To unify the Heavenly Demon Realm is really a dream. Let's ask the Dream Sect first if he agrees!"
"The Great Dream Sect is nothing to worry about!" the old man in gray robe said herrily: "A bunch of guys who think they are smart and have secrets in their hands, what should they be afraid of?"
"Well, we shouldn't be afraid?" A long voice sounded, but Cheng Yuan slowly walked out of the void and stood opposite the gray-robed old man, followed by two yellow-robed old men with solemn expressions.
Cheng Yuan chuckled and said: "The old monster who came out of the secret realm is very talkative, and he still doesn't take our Dream Sect seriously!"
The gray-robed old man's will-o'-the-wisp eyes danced with flames, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is quite capable. It seems that he took advantage of my appearance!"
"How can those who came out of the secret realm hide it from us?" Cheng Yuan said calmly: "Tianfeng Sect is lucky, but that's the end of it. So what about the secret realm? You have been huddled in the secret realm for ten thousand years, and your cultivation has not been seen.
How strong!"
"Haha..." The old man in gray robe looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, shaking his head: "You are really a frog in the well, I'm just going to deal with you with a backhand!"
He said and patted it gently.
Suddenly the wind howled and the clouds surged.
Everyone around him couldn't open his eyes. They just felt like they were swaying in the strong wind. They couldn't use all their strength. They tried their best to stabilize their bodies but couldn't. Then they were hit in the chest.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Amidst the muffled sounds, a figure flew out.
When the strong wind stopped, everyone except Cheng Yuan and Lu Qingxue were lying on the ground, seriously injured.
"Haha..." The old man in gray robe stood firmly in the void, looked down at them and laughed strangely, shaking his head and saying: "But still, the little brats haven't made much progress in ten thousand years, they are all so weak!"
Lu Qingxue's white clothes fluttered, and her body exuded a hazy white light.
Cheng Yuan's face was gloomy and serious, and he stared at the gray-robed old man: "What a Heavenly Wind Palm!"
"This is the Heavenly Wind Palm." The old man in gray robe shook his head and said: "How well the younger generations have practiced the Heavenly Wind Palm. It really brings shame to our ancestors. You two can block the Heavenly Wind Palm. You are indeed worthy of it."