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"We're here, Junior Brother. This is it."

The flying sword took Zhou Qingyuan flying at full speed for an hour, almost flying out of the Wanhua Sect's territory and arriving at Qushan, which is close to the junction of the two states.

"Senior Brother Feijian, you're here?"

As soon as the two landed in front of a cave near Qushan, two monks in simple clothes came forward to talk to them. Dozens of monks were standing or sitting around them, with different expressions.

Zhou Qingyuan sensed the realm of the two people, but it was only the middle stage of foundation building.

His spiritual sense swept the surrounding monks by the way. Under the perfect level of the hidden essence and the vein art, these people could not even sense that Zhou Qingyuan was asking about them.

The highest is only the late stage of foundation building? They are all a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

At this time, Feijian used the method of spiritual sense to transmit sound to Zhou Qingyuan:

"These people are all casual cultivators. Thanks to their information, I know that there is a secret realm that is about to be opened here."

Zhou Qingyuan nodded, without saying anything, just standing aside, watching Feijian and those casual cultivators call each other brothers and sisters coldly.

Seeing Zhou Qingyuan's cold and distant look, the others did not try to talk to him, but secretly asked Feijian where this person came from.

Feijian stood in front of Zhou Qingyuan, communicating with these casual cultivators about the information of this secret realm, while passing it to Zhou Qingyuan through his spiritual sense.

"We came just in time, the secret realm here is about to open."

As he said, Feijian took out a talisman and handed it to Zhou Qingyuan, "This is a sword talisman that contains my full-strength attack. If you encounter a situation that you can't handle, you can use your spiritual power to activate it and use it."

Zhou Qingyuan took the sword talisman and put it in his pocket, and nodded.

Then Fei Jian patted Zhou Qingyuan on the shoulder again and said with a smile:

"I heard from old man Qi Yuan that you have great experience in fighting. I don't think I need to worry about you.

I have observed this circle and no one has a higher cultivation level than you. After you go in, you just need to be careful of being surrounded by others.

But it doesn't matter. At worst, just throw my sword talisman away and no one can hurt you.

These two are my friends. You will have a companion if you follow them."

Before leaving, Fei Jian seemed to have just realized that exploring the secret realm was dangerous, and began to explain the precautions to Zhou Qingyuan in a nagging manner.

After all, he has been wandering in danger for many years and has never taken exploring a secret realm seriously.

But now it's his junior brother's turn, and he can't help but worry.

Faced with Fei Jian's instructions, Zhou Qingyuan just nodded continuously, and didn't have any expectations for this trip to the secret realm.

I wonder when I can return to the mountain?

Just when Zhou Qingyuan had this thought, the spiral light pattern at the entrance of the cave began to glow, and many casual cultivators began to become excited.

"The secret realm is about to open!"

"Brother, come on."

Zhou Qingyuan felt someone gently push his back. Feijian stood outside the cave, smiling brightly and waving at him.

Subconsciously, Zhou Qingyuan also waved his hand and walked into the cave with the other two casual cultivators.

But at the moment of stepping into the cave, a strange spiritual power surged quietly.

A flash of light passed by, and Zhou Qingyuan opened his eyes again, standing alone in an unfamiliar hall.

"Is this the power of the secret realm?"

Zhou Qingyuan frowned, always feeling that the transmission fluctuation just now was not like a natural force, but like a formation.

Using his spiritual sense to look around, Zhou Qingyuan quickly found the shabby plaque on a high place, which read [Transmission Hall].

Walking in the unfamiliar hall, Zhou Qingyuan's hand ignited a ball of golden flame, changing its shape from time to time in his hand.

One by one, the shabby books were picked up by the spiritual power, fell in front of Zhou Qingyuan, opened automatically, and were quickly thrown down by him.

"Have the valuable things been emptied?"

After exploring for only a moment, Zhou Qingyuan gave up this place that had been taken by others and continued to move forward.

After passing through the hall, there was a narrow and long path in front of him. It was narrow and difficult to walk, but there was only this intersection.

Zhou Qingyuan frowned slightly, and the golden flames at his hand suddenly surged several times, turning into a fire snake that roared and penetrated the entire path.

The narrow path was forcibly burned and widened by the terrifying flames, and Zhou Qingyuan walked leisurely in the golden sea of ​​fire.

His relaxed mood did not last long. After passing through the corridor, a spacious cave appeared in front of him, and a huge white altar stood not far away.

At this moment, more than a dozen monks had been pierced to the ground by huge spears, and blood flowed straight through the spears to the altar below.

On the altar, a bloody fang-shaped long knife floated quietly, and a blood-red eyeball grew strangely on the handle of the knife. It was not an ordinary thing at first glance.

"Brothers, here comes another one."

On the altar, one of the three figures made a mocking sound, and as the spiritual power flowed, the huge spear transformed by the power of the magic circle was whistling towards Zhou Qingyuan.

"Hoo!"

In an instant, the flame in Zhou Qingyuan's palm began to expand and shape, and instantly turned into a roaring striped tiger, swallowing the spear straight into its belly.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the evil sacrificial scene in the field, a man and a tiger smiled ferociously at the same time.

As Zhou Qingyuan spoke, the tiger transformed by the golden flame expanded to a size that occupied half of the cave in a breath.

"Roar!"

Before the three monks could speak, the golden tiger had already roared and pounced on the altar where the three were, completely ignoring the monks who were still alive on their spears.

"Damn it! How did they let such a person in?"

"Such power. Is this the life-defining Dan fire of the foundation-building period? Why is it different from ours!"

"Stop talking nonsense, and concentrate on activating the magic array!"

The spiritual light flowed, and the formation set up by the three Yuanying early monks was brought to the extreme. Countless spear phantoms condensed in the cave and suddenly shot at the colorful tiger.

Unfortunately, it was useless. All the spears were like the driest firewood encountering the most explosive fire, and they were burned out in an instant.

The tiger head fell, and the three demon cultivators only had time to sacrifice their own defensive spiritual weapons. The next moment, their figures were swallowed by the tiger, and the golden flames directly ignited their bodies.

"Damn it, this flame is burning my Nascent Soul!"

"No! This guy is not something we can handle. Quickly awaken the Demon Blade to finish him off!"

"But what if the master blames us later?"

"You're dead, why do you care about this? Listen to me!"

Under the agitation of spiritual power, the three demon cultivators poured a lot of spiritual energy into the demon sword in the center of the white altar.

"Sizzle."

The closed eyeballs on the hilt suddenly opened, and the purple frenzy turned into a whip that corroded everything and whipped around.

Zhou Qingyuan looked at the scene in front of him. Although he believed that he could handle this demon blade even if it was activated, he was not interested in asking for trouble.

So, he stretched out his right hand, and the top-grade spiritual weapon given to him by his senior brother Feijian whistled out.

"Yu Shen."