I had a fever yesterday...

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A big world, a deep mountain and an old forest.

In the off-tourist monster forbidden area, monsters spread out one after another, roaring and wandering over the towering forests, as if declaring their territory.

This is a vast and boundless primitive forest with countless monsters and eighth-grade monsters. It is said that someone has seen a ninth-grade monster in it. Not to mention ordinary monks, even if they break into it alone and unpreparedly, they may not be able to escape unscathed.

A man in gray was fighting fiercely with three demon birds in the sky, and the battle was fierce. Seeing that other monsters and monster birds were about to come with a breath, the man in gray cursed inwardly, saying that he could not use his skills to rush out, and knocked back the demon birds with a bang, and fled quickly.

The clouds that could never be dissipated covered the sky and the sun helped this man to a large extent. After a while, he got rid of the demon bird and wiped the cold sweat that he actually didn't have: "Damn it, it's really hard to deal with. No wonder everyone says that this ghost place is not a few people together, so try not to come..."

"I think I, Xiong Min, will be wise and have to be inexplicably killed in this ghost place, and that's aggrieved."

The man in gray talked to himself in a rough tone. He tried to fly close to the ground to the air, his eyes shone out and glanced around the world, gritted his teeth and said unhappily: "If it weren't for these smog blocking the divine thoughts, I wouldn't have spent so much time, don't delay the major affairs of the sect."

Xiong Min kept searching, occasionally encountering monsters, and avoiding them if they can, and was unwilling to provoke them. Until he flew to a place and found a mountain that looked like a giant elephant. He immediately salied first, and was full of joy in his rudeness:

"Damn, I finally found it!"

The man shook in the air. After a little thought and preparation, he whistled down. In a blink of an eye, he landed on the mountain and said in a deep voice: "Xiong Min, Mingxin Sect, please see Senior Cui."

It seemed to be a plain sound, but it was actually a sound like thunder. It rolled away faintly in the air. A slow-climbing third-grade pangolin seemed to notice something, and it was extremely sensitive and accelerated. After only a few crawling times, it was almost fainted by the sound.

When Xiong Min shouted three times, he saw a ray of energy inside the "Giant Elephant's Elephant's Nose" rushing out and spreading the haze in the sky. It suddenly formed a clean and clear air path, as if it was a guide.

The deep cave is deep in the ground for several miles, as if groundwater seeps in, cold and humid, as if this yin and damp energy can naturally penetrate into the body.

"Express the purpose of coming." A sound suddenly rose. A gray figure almost blended into the environment, as if there was no trace of heat.

Xiong Min restrained her usual rudeness and her tone was neither arrogant nor humble: "I dare to ask, Senior Cui Kexiu, Senior Cui, Sui Dazun of our sect, asked me to bring a few words to Senior."

The figure sat cross-legged, like a rock that had not moved for years, swelling, but it made people feel the coldness in this "rock": "What do Sui Kurong want to say? Say."

The voice echoed in the crypt, and Xiong Min said, "He asked me to tell you that we have found Zong Changkong."

The rock-like figure suddenly trembled slightly, and the yin and dampness in the crypt seemed to be stronger. If Xiong Min had not been thick on the outside and thin on the inside, she might not have been able to catch it. After a while of silence, she might have calmed down: "I understand, you go."

There was no extra emotion in his tone. Xiong Min remembered Sui Kurong's explanation and took out a piece of paper and read it: "He asked me to ask you something..."

"Don't you want to seek revenge on Zong Changkong?"

The atmosphere was awkward and cold for a while, and the person sitting cross-legged did not raise his head: "Tell Sui Kurong. Inheriting Taoist traditions is more important than revenge."

Xiong Min looked at the paper that Sui Kurong gave him. The lines of words on the paper made him unconsciously leaching a fine cold sweat. After calming down, he read accordingly: "You are afraid of him! You dare not seek revenge on him! Is it right?"

This statement contains three decisive sentences, which finally made the cross-sitting figure slowly turn: "After so many years, Sui Kurong still has not made any progress. Is there anything else except provoking the general?"

Before the sound was over, the man raised his head and his empty eyes were terrifying. With a palm pressing, the overwhelming fist hit Xiong Min in a blink of an eye. He heard a loud bang, and a huge hole appeared on the wall of the cave, and the person disappeared without a trace.

The shadow flashed, and Xiong Min appeared safely, shook the whole body and shook it off with a random ray of light. The light in her eyes flashed without being arrogant or humble: "I finally understand why Sui Dazun of this sect insisted on me coming. It turns out that if someone else came, I might not be able to save my life under Senior Cui."

"The last sentence that Sui Dazun asked me to tell me is..." Xiong Min paused and read it out according to the above words: "My Mingxin Sect has invited the strong men from Yaotai to come down to the realm of the sect to take the life of Changkong!"

"Do you Choi Kexiu come or not!"

After saying that, Xiong Min was secretly alert, but this time it was in vain. Cui Kexiu fell into silence. Xiong Min looked at it again, turned around and was about to leave. As soon as she was halfway through, she heard the sound coming into her ears.

"Where are people?"

"Hundred Miles of Wasteland!"

Boom! The sudden vibration shocked a small piece of the monster's forbidden area, and the endless haze formed a terrifying vortex.

At this time, the figure sitting cross-legged finally rose up and took a step out of the tearing space and disappeared.

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Secret fighting between certain sects, competition between certain aristocratic families, friction between certain countries... The Three Thousand Worlds are so big that similar things always emerge one after another.

Putting aside those things that are happening all the time and are commonplace, the most eye-catching thing in recent years is the Baili Cave Meeting.

All the people from all sides understood that these young monks may not necessarily have super strong people, but some of them can represent the future and become the backbone of the future. Moreover, those who are interested can see from them whether the future is dark or bright.

Similarly, privately, there are trends in the North Sea Wilderness Realm and Minglin Wilderness Realm.

Strictly speaking, it is the Huangquan Taoist and the Three Life Taoist.

Since invading the deserted world more than ten years ago, some visionary people and forces have been paying attention to it. What is interesting is that the forces that pay attention to this matter never say anything. No one cares if they don’t know the forces that are yelling loudly.

Two things, one is bright and one is dark, have become the focus of many people and forces. A confrontation of grievances that are brewing, but there is no attention and is almost unknown.

As Tan Weiran expected, although Mingxin Sect did his best to overdraw the future for this showdown. It was obvious that he had self-knowledge and had no intention of inviting the strong man from Duhe to the outside world. He had no connections and no confidence.

If there are strong men in Yaotai, why bother to hire someone again?

However, Sui Kurong was guided by Zong Changkong, and Gu Xixi was guided by Zong Changkong. Just because he was familiar with him and knew his power, he thought of fighting with him. Sui Kurong asked himself that he could not have ten percent of his confidence no matter what.

In fact, Jin Hongxue used this reason along the way to explain this matter to this powerful man named Koulei.

Jing Hu was the one who was in charge of the vacuum lock, Lian Wuyue successfully pulled out and rushed to the Baili Desolate Realm.

Sui Kurong spent a lot of time and effort to find Cui Kexiu's traces. It was to find a reliable helper when he killed Zong Changkong one day. When Xiong Min brought his words, Cui Kexiu also embarked on the road to the Baili Desolate Realm.

The most important thing is that at this moment, a shuttle where Kou Lei, Jin Hongxue and Han Yue are located is sailing rapidly from an outside world vacuum.

Time is passing by bit by bit, and Mingxin Sect gathers all its strength. It intends to achieve its achievements in one battle, revealing its hideous appearance and approaching the Baili Desolate Realm.

What about the other party?

In addition to occasionally giving advice to Weiran and Lu'er, Zong Changkong was almost completely buried in the Huangquan Martial Realm.

Last time, he saw Tan Weiran breaking through 70% of the sword spirit with his own eyes, and he knew that there was no reason to drive Tan Weiran away. Besides, he really needed help. At this time, in this situation, he could only acquiesce to stay.

Lu'er continued to devote herself to her cultivation. She only showed her rare joy when she was practicing. When Tan Weiran noticed it, she asked in private, Lu'er quietly told him that this was the first time she felt the fun of practicing!

It turns out that there are skills in this world that are not very fierce and not very hurtful.

Lu'er can't practice the true meaning of Dragon Claw Hand or Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound, because these moves are too aggressive, and she instinctively doesn't like them.

Tan Weiran devoted himself to practicing swords and devoted himself to pushing the sword spirit to 80% or even 90% before the enemy arrived!

As early as in the sword pool, he had some experience with 80% of the sword spirit in the Great Wilderness Sword God. Unfortunately, now he has always lacked a little key and lacked a little as a guide, so those accumulations are difficult to produce qualitative changes.

When Tan Weiran tried to condense the stronger sword soul again and again, Zong Changkong actually wanted to tell him: "That is absolutely impossible!"

In a word, the true energy in Lingyou Realm is not enough, and it cannot exert 70% of its essence!

Even if you have a great understanding, how can you condense 80% of your spirit when you can't even use your mutants?

Compared with the turbulent storm of Mingxin Sect outside, the peace talks in Changkong are very calm here, which can be described as extreme movement and static.

The unexpected peace is the peace before the storm, and the peace from the heart.

The decisive battle is coming, and everything you should do is done, and what you should let go is given. Just wait for the enemy to arrive and just decide the outcome!

Just fight, live, die, die.

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The Baili Wasteland Realm.

After a craze every 120 years, the Tu Ghost City quickly returned to its usual desolation as the departure of people from all sides. However, this time is destined to be different from the past. After a brief period of desertion, Tu Ghost City welcomed a group of Yuxu Sect members.

When Yuxu Sect successfully controlled the desert area and was on guard against spy and destruction, it ignored the news of some gossip.

The rumors about "Yuxu Sect took down Baili Cave Palace" were flying all over the sky. This super heavy revelation attracted countless relevant forces to send people to spy on it. The actions of the Yuxu Sect confirmed the truth of the news and caused an uproar in the outside world.

On this day, countless people from all over the world came to visit, and people from all sides who were peeping around the desert saw a small black shuttle coming silently.

"Hmph! Who is coming?" Xi Hucheng snorted coldly and the Qi of the Lord flew up.
Chapter completed!