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After nearly a month, Meng Jiao and the other three finally arrived at the secret realm of the South China Sea.

During this time, Kang Tan kept trying to find an opportunity to chat with her privately.

But when he was not busy on the battlefield, he realized that these two people were almost inseparable except for short breaks.

Seeing that the secret realm was about to open tomorrow, he was worried that they would be separated again after entering like before, and he finally couldn't help but call Meng Jiao aside.

Meng Jiao thought there was something in the secret realm that required attention, so she followed him.

Mo Yanchen clenched his palms unconsciously when he saw this scene, and lowered his head to try to hide his desire to step forward and tear the two apart.

People who cultivate immortality have sharp ears and eyes. Bai Xuan could tell that his breathing was disordered, so he took out the bottle of Tranquility Pill from his arms and placed it in his palm.

"You are angry, why?"

His emotions were suddenly brought to light, and Mo Yanchen raised his head in a panic, but after a moment he forced himself to calm down.

"Thank you, senior. I just thought of some personal matters. It's nothing serious for now."

Bai Xuan pushed the medicine bottle in his hand forward.

"Why lie? Jealousy is jealousy. If you keep it in your heart, it will breed evil in your heart."

Mo Yanchen's ears turned red after being told this, and he didn't know how to refute for a moment.

When he was about to accept someone's kindness in the awkward moment, he didn't expect a white hand to push him down.

She told Kang Tan directly that she was cultivating a Taoist partner, but she didn't expect to see her "house being robbed" when she turned around. Meng Jiao had no choice but to teleport forward and hold down Mo Yanchen's hand.

"Have you run out of the pills I gave you?"

Shocked by the coldness in her tone, Mo Yanchen shook his head eagerly and subconsciously explained,

"No, I am going to take it and hand it over to Master."

Thanking Bai Xuan for his kindness, Meng Jiao raised her hand and touched his forehead, taking a drop of blood from between his eyebrows and blending it into her own life plate.

"The secret realm is dangerous. If we are separated, you will return to the space and wait for the master to find you. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Mo Yanchen tightened his sleeves nervously. For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Can't we go in together?"

There was a familiar pain on his forehead, and Mo Yanchen knew that what he said was a bit childish.

If the secret realm intends to separate people, nothing can stop it except the Immortal Binding Rope.

Just before the secret realm was opened, Mo Yanchen still held onto the corner of Meng Jiao's clothes with a fluke mentality.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found that what was in front of him was not a secret place at all, but rather a devil's cave.

The demon general who had been waiting for a long time knelt on one knee when he saw him come out.

"Welcome back, young master."

Except for Meng Jiao, no one who entered the secret realm at this time noticed that it had been invaded by the demons.

Now it seems that this secret realm is probably a conspiracy of the demons against this generation's proud son.

This also explains why they insisted on persisting despite countless casualties, but retreated when the secret realm was about to open.

The high-level plane DD cannot be monitored in real time, and it feels really bad to be calculated against.

As for Mo Yanchen, he shouldn't be in danger until his ability reaches the level where the curse takes effect, so Meng Jiao had to ask DD to keep an eye on him while she changed into red and began to sweep the secret realm.

But this time the speed was faster than last time, so more and more people were scolding her.

Meng Jiao had no time to explain. She couldn't just tell everyone that this was all a conspiracy of the demons.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, the demons can easily detect the problem and take action against them in advance.

In short, she should do her best and leave the rest to fate. As long as she has a clear conscience, that's enough.

However, during this process, Meng Jiao also met Kang Tan and Bai Xuan.

The divine consciousness, which had given up hope, explained the situation to the two of them.

But they didn't expect that the two believed her call without even thinking, and then the people who swept the secret realm,

From one person, it became three people.

On the other side, Mo Yanchen listened to the man who claimed to be his father telling him about his so-called life story.

He could sense how powerful the man in front of him was, so he didn't want to put his master in danger, so he just sat there and listened to his story.

At first, he believed what he said, because there were indeed traces of demons in his memory fragments.

But when the person on the other side talked about how much he missed his "biological mother", he began to feel that it was very fake.

Jiemie was unaware of his current experience and still regarded him as a spirit that did not understand reason but longed to understand love.

Trying to influence and control at the same time.

Little did he know that the Mo Yanchen in front of him was not like the one in the previous life who had no one to teach him.

Although he did not understand love, he knew that even if there was no love between him and his master, he could not bear the short half-day separation.

Not to mention those who truly love each other and give birth to life?

The person in front of me keeps saying that he misses me, but his expression shows undisguised disgust, which is really incongruous.

Jiemie still had a bit of patience at first, but as time went by and his men sent back reports on the secret realm,

Without any hesitation, he ordered his men to push Mo Yanchen towards the blood pool behind.

"Yan'er, the great cause of the demon clan must be completed by you. Don't be afraid. Your father has only prepared some pure Yin bodies for you. Once you have absorbed them all, your father will help you find a pure Yang body for your growth. Don't let your father down."

Based on his current strength, Mo Yanchen knew that he could not break free at all.

I was too lazy to waste words with him and thought about hiding in the space for a while, but I didn't expect that the man had set up restrictions around the blood pool.

The moment his body was immersed in the blood pool, Mo Yanchen gritted his teeth and trembled all over.

The pain felt like being thrashed by thousands of needles at the same time. Every meridian in the body was torn apart in a short period of time, healed again, and torn apart again and again.

Even the joints between bones seemed to be breaking and reforming.

The scene of the massacre in his mind became clearer and clearer, and the chaotic scene made his brain gradually dizzy.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable. It seemed that I had never suffered any pain since I met Master.

Before he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep, he clenched the jade pendant and whispered,

"Master, I'm in pain."

Speeding up the journey, Meng Jiao couldn't help but spit and curse.

"Damn it, you stupid demon king, you didn't even check that he already had the Yin Lin Heart in his body before you soaked him, and you even tried to use the Yin Power, did you want him to explode on the spot!"

She silently killed a demon soldier and devoured him, and the aura on Meng Jiao's body also turned into that of an ordinary demon.

Jiemie had never thought that someone would dare to break into his demon palace alone, so Mengjiao had been walking along the way in an upright manner. If she couldn't explain something, she would just swallow it up, so it was considered a smooth journey.

As time went by, Mo Yanchen's consciousness began to become uncertain.

Snow was flying all over the sky, and the white long skirt was fluttering. The hem of the skirt swayed gently in the cold wind, as if dancing with the falling snowflakes.

The man had a tall and straight posture, and with each move he cut through the sky, forming beautiful sword flowers.

He recognized that sword; it was the Ice Sword that his master often called with disdain.

He ran towards her excitedly, his beautiful face without a trace of worldly air.

The look he gave her at this moment was icy cold.

He also stopped, and he knew at a glance,

This person is not his master.