Zuo Lengchan rushed to the entrance of the secret realm, trembling with anger, and cursed at the disciples below.
At this moment, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing dark clothes, flashed in the sky and appeared next to Zuo Lengchan.
"You have the nerve to reprimand them? You can't even stop a bunch of little beasts from the Lingkong realm."
As soon as the old man arrived, he started to speak in a strange manner.
Zuo Lengchan looked at the old man and his face darkened. This old man was an underground palace elder from the Dark Palace named Fang Wuchen. He had never dealt with him.
"Hmph, did you know that Cheng Hai intervened in this matter?"
Hearing this, Fang Wuchen's face twitched. He had already learned the news and informed the sect to take down the black market. However, people from Jixia Academy had already arrived and protected the black market.
Fang Wuchen was extremely angry about this, because Cheng Hai was able to create a black market in Wangyue City, and it was the people from the Dark Palace who held up the pressure of the Wuji Sect for him, because they wanted to conquer Cheng Hai.
But I didn't expect that Cheng Hai turned out to be a pickpocket, and he had obviously been connected with Jixia Academy for a long time.
"Stop talking about this now, the old monster Nangongque from Jixia Academy is here..."
Fang Wuchen said with an ugly expression.
"Nangongque!"
Zuo Lengchan was shocked. Nangongque was the Dinghai Shenzhen of Jixia Academy and one of the most powerful beings in the entire Nanli Dynasty.
Even Nangong Que's true realm is still a mystery to this day, because no one has ever seen Nangong Que take action with all his strength.
There are rumors that Nangong Que is likely to reach the ninth level of the underground palace, and can be ranked alongside the ancestor of the Netherworld Sect, the god of the Moon Temple, and the ancestor of the Nanli Dynasty, King Nan.
It is precisely because of Nangong Que that Jixia Academy's status in the Nanli Dynasty cannot be shaken, and it is the most powerful sect without doubt.
Now that Nangong Que has arrived, the pressure from the Wuji Sect and the Dark Palace may be considerable. Li Tianyi, Qin Mu and the others may not be able to move.
"Boom!"
At this moment, a deafening roar came from the sky in Wangyue City, and a power that destroyed the heaven and earth was transmitted into the city.
Zuo Lengchan and Fang Wuchen's pupils shrank, and they looked up at the same time. They saw a palm print covering the entire sky being pressed, and the thirty-six heavenly star sealing formation that blocked Wangyue City was instantly shattered.
"Nangongque, what do you want to do!"
A roar rang out, and a figure shrouded in black light soared into the sky from the distant ground, appearing in the sky above Wangyue City in an instant, facing the huge palm print.
"Maikala!"
A roar came from the black light, and the world lost all color at this moment, with only endless darkness pouring toward the palm print.
"Bang bang bang!"
The palm prints were crushing and crushing, and the darkness continued to collapse. The black light trembled continuously, as if it was about to explode.
"Old monster Wuji, what are you waiting for!"
"Hmph, Nangongque, don't be too presumptuous!"
A huge green chessboard rose from the earth and crashed into the sky with a rumble. A figure could be seen vaguely under the chessboard, holding the chessboard with both hands, resisting the palm prints together with the boundless darkness.
"The ancestor has taken action."
Zuo Lengchan and Fang Wuchen spoke at the same time. The person above the black light and the chessboard was none other than the Ancestor of the Dark Palace and the Wuji Sect.
"Huh, Dark King, old monster Wuji, the two sects have joined forces to surround and kill the disciples of Jixia Academy. You are looking for death."
Nangong Que's voice echoed between heaven and earth, but his body was nowhere to be found. There was only a palm print, which suppressed the Dark King and the Wuji Old Monster and disappeared one after another.
"Nangongque! They broke into Wangyue City and deserved to suffer this disaster. You can't save them!"
The Dark King's breathing was heavy due to the pressure of the palm print, but he still shouted.
"That's right, Nangongque, your wish to save them is already wishful thinking!"
Old Monster Wuji also said, "To tell you the truth, Senior Nether Emperor of Netherworld Sect supports us in doing this!"
As soon as these words came out, the power of the palm prints in the sky skyrocketed, and Nangongque's voice became extremely cold.
"I asked you how dare you do this. It turns out that the old immortal Youhuang is backing you. That's fine, I will kill you and then deal with that old immortal!"
"Nangongque, you have such a loud voice."
In Wangyue City, a figure stood up from the alley with his hands behind his back. He looked like a dying old man, very ordinary, without any spiritual energy fluctuations on his body.
But behind him, a strange shadow appeared, and weird twisted arms protruded from the shadow, facing the palm prints in the sky. They actually blocked the downward momentum of the palm prints and remained stagnant in the sky.
"Senior Youhuang."
The Dark King and the old monster Wuji breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old man one after another, clasping their fists in greeting.
"Old Immortal, do you want to fight to the death with me at Jixia Academy?"
Nangong Que's figure appeared out of thin air in Wangyue City, standing in front of the old man with a cold expression.
"Nangongque, you know very well that we can't help each other."
The old man grinned and spoke intermittently, as if he would run out of breath the next moment.
"What can I do? If any of the disciples of our Jixia Academy are harmed today, I will kill you!"
Nangong Que narrowed his eyes, and a writing brush appeared in his hand. When the old man saw the writing brush, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Jiantianbi, Nangongque, you are crazy!"
The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. He stared at the brush with fear in his eyes.
This writing brush is the most precious treasure of Jixia Academy, a middle-grade spiritual weapon of heaven level, the Pentian Brush.
This is a treasure brought by the first generation master of Jixia Academy from Jixia Academy. Its power is extremely terrifying. Even the most powerful person like Youhuang would not dare to take it by force.
"Hmph, I am going to take back my disciples from the academy today. Whoever stops me will die!"
Nangong Que was so domineering that both the Dark King and the old monster Wuji were dumbfounded. Their hands and feet felt cold when they looked at the Heaven Sentence Pen.
If the two of them join forces, they may not be Nangong Que's opponents. If they add the Sentinel Pen, they may be easily killed by Nangong Que.
At this moment, they all regretted whether it was too risky to accept the benefits from the Prime Minister and listen to the Nether Sect's temptations to target Jixia Academy.
"Nangongque, there is no need to go to this step!"
The old man narrowed his eyes, and the shadow behind him surged violently, as if something was about to come out of the shadow.
Seeing this, Nangong Que's expression condensed slightly. He knew Youhuang's methods and he was serious about it.
Just when Nangongque was getting ready to fight with all his strength, the old man waved his hand, and the shadows behind him stopped surging.
"Nangongque, all five disciples of your Jixia Academy have entered the secret realm. Even if I want to give them to you, it is impossible."
"What!"
Nangong Que's face sank, and his murderous intent became even stronger, "If they are harmed in any way, our Jixia Academy and your Netherworld Sect will fight to the death!"
"Haha, I can't say for sure."
The old man laughed sinisterly. Seeing that Nangong Que was about to use the pen of judgment, he said: "Nangong Que, you want to start a war with my Netherworld Sect. I am not afraid of you, but I advise you to understand this secret realm first before making plans."