"Then what are you waiting for?" Mu Linxiao walked towards the palace, "My gambling luck has always been very good."
Seeing someone going to break the barrier, the monks became commotion again.
There are good people who want to join in to get a quota, but they are pulled away by their companions or nearby monks.
"You don't want your life, that's Lord Yushi!"
When they heard that it was Mu Linxiao, the evil spirit, those who were cautious immediately retreated.
However, some people still had the courage to go here to explore their spiritual consciousness. After finding that they were not attacked, they became bolder.
Others followed suit.
"Little Master, what should I do?"
Hua Wanzhao said: "I don't know if you have heard of a saying that the only martial arts in the world is fast. No matter what moves and techniques, if you can achieve the ultimate in speed, you will be among the best."
"Little Master means..."
Mu Linxiao was worthy of being a genius who gave birth to a baby before she was even a hundred years old. Hua Wanzhao understood her meaning in just one sentence.
He stood a foot away from the barrier and used his spiritual power with one hand.
The golden spiritual power condensed into the shape of a small sword at his fingertips, and as he controlled the spiritual power, it emitted a dazzling golden light.
When the small sword came into contact with the barrier, everyone could hear a sharp and piercing cry.
The sound was not only harsh, but also directly struck the monk's consciousness.
"drink!"
With a low shout, the barrier was broken!
The wind with a rustic atmosphere blew through the damaged areas.
"Little Master, fellow nephews, let's go."
Mu Lin smiled and rolled up his sleeves, taking the lead in entering the hole that was as tall as one person.
Ning Chenhao immediately followed.
Hua Wanzhao scanned them with her consciousness and still didn't see Ming Yiqian and Yan Xi. She sighed and walked into the cave entrance.
Wen Jingfeng and Feng Bumei looked at each other.
"Hurry up, this barrier can repair itself." Mu Linxiao urged on the other side of the barrier.
The two of them saw that the broken edge of the barrier was slowly returning to the cage, and they immediately ducked in.
Some people saw this scene and wanted to grab a ready-made bargain. Unexpectedly, they were not fast enough. By the time they reached the entrance of the cave, the barrier had been restored to the point where it could only accommodate one hand.
After another hesitation, the barrier returned to its original state.
"Damn it! They must have swallowed all the treasures!"
Someone cursed in a low voice.
"Oh, that's True Lord Yushi. He has the ability to say it in front of his face."
"What happened?"
Ming Yiqian and Yan Xi arrived late, along with Cheng Yingying and others. They seemed to hear someone talking about the True Lord Yushi.
A monk told them: "You are a step too late. True Lord Yu Shi just brought two disciples and Daoyan Sect Wen Jingfeng and Young Master Wan Du Lin Feng in."
Some people gloated: "It's really just a short time away."
Ming Yiqian ignored these people's harsh words and said to the others: "Well, let's see if we can go in. If not, then go look around the temple."
The other disciples had no objections.
***
The space here is much larger than imagined.
Although history books say that Qingning Secret Realm is an ancient battlefield, and after entering the temple area, the temple is indeed very dilapidated, but only after entering the boundary did Hua Wanzhao believe that this is really an ancient battlefield.
Compared to the corpses scattered everywhere in front of you, the broken walls and ruins outside are more like the ruins caused by natural weathering after the building was abandoned.
"It seems that the situation at that time was very tragic."
Ning Chenhao pulled out a sword stuck on the ground. The sword seemed to have been burned by some kind of flame. The whole sword was charred black, and the blade was broken in many places. The bones that fell beside it, the head, arms, and thighs were all broken.
There were visible injuries, some looked like they had been hit by heavy weapons, and there were also marks left by being slashed with a sharp blade.
The stone bricks under my feet were covered with black stains.
It is formed after oxidation and coagulation of blood.
"Um?"
Mu Linxiao picked up a knife. The blade of this knife was broken, but it still emitted a cold light, as if the countless years in the secret realm had no effect on it.
"This knife is good. I can't see what the material is. It should be good. Little Master, please put it away."
The evening photos of the flowers were quietly put into the storage bag.
"The barrier outside is so strong, will it be so safe inside?" Wen Jingfeng wondered.
Feng Bumei said: "I haven't found any poison so far."
"Haven't you seen it yet?"
Ning Chenhao said lightly: "This should be the former site of the ancient sect of Raging Sea and Setting Sun."
Wen Jingfeng was shocked: "The last battle of the ancient war, the battle of annihilation of the first sect in the raging sea and setting sun?!"
"Look!"
Unknowingly, they had reached the main door of the main hall.
The plaque above has three large golden characters.
Wentian Palace!
"It seems that the broken sword just now was the sword of Bei Lie, the number one sword cultivator at that time." Feng Bimei's voice was trembling.
"You tell me, why did the great masters at that time waste so much effort to set up such a barrier?" Hua Wanzhao said, "Such a self-repairing barrier must have a heaven within it to maintain its operation.
Treasures of materials and land.”
"Could it be——"
Everyone realizes that they are in a very dangerous situation.
At some point, a thin black mist rose between the bluestone bricks beneath my feet.
Wen Jingfeng clenched the folding fan in his hand: "It's coming..."
"roar--"
A semi-humanoid creature nearly two meters tall, with scarlet eyes and covered in black scales loomed vaguely.
Feng Bumei was shocked: "It's actually a demon!"
Wen Jingfeng: "Are there actually demons sealed here?!"
The demons are different from the monks who fell into demons. The demons in the history books are cruel and bloodthirsty, powerful, and feed on people and monks. Wherever they go, there is no grass growing, and they have no sense or humanity at all.
However, weren’t the demons expelled after the ancient war?
"Maybe it was because the setting sun of the angry sea had no energy left to fight anymore. At that time, the world of cultivation was dragged down by this protracted war, so we had no choice but to resort to this strategy, sacrificing the entire sect to give the world of immortality a breathing space." Ning Chenhao said.
"How to deal with this thing?" Wen Jingfeng asked.
The history books only write about the evil deeds of the demons, but they don't say how to kill the demons.
Mu Lin smiled and scolded: "Why are you panic? You can kill ferocious beasts, why can't you kill demons?"
Before he could finish his words, he ducked behind the yet-to-be-formed demon and struck down with his sword.
"Keng——"
Unexpectedly, the blade of the sword broke before it penetrated three inches.
No wonder, as Mu Linxiao is a Yuanying monk, his natal sword cannot appear in the Qingning Secret Realm. He is currently using an ordinary long sword that disciples use for practice.
"Use this!"
Hua Wanzhao picked up a still intact sword at her feet with one foot. Mu Linxiao grabbed it in the air and stabbed forward at the same time.
This time, the sword penetrated the demon's body without any obstruction, and at the same time, a stream of spiritual fire was transmitted into the demon's body through the sword.
In an instant, the unformed demon turned into a big fireball.
There was a pungent smell in the air, and everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses.
After avoiding the smelly area, Wen Jingfeng said: "This demon is no big deal."
"Of course it's no big deal if you have one, but what if it's a group?"
Mu Lin laughed.
At this time, the square in front of the main hall was most likely covered by black mist, and as far as the eye could see, there were more than ten tall black figures taking shape.
Hearing the shock, he took a deep breath.
Mu Lin smiled and swung his sword: "Little Master, you must not be merciful now..."