This place is extremely hidden, and the top formations from the Tribulation Period are used around it as a means of concealment and defense.
This cultivator exudes an evil feeling from the inside out, and his cheeks are covered with densely packed mysterious tattoos.
And next to him, there was actually a miniature passage connecting the secular world, only about half a millimeter in diameter.
It seems that this guy is constantly testing the concentration of spiritual energy in the world, trying to re-enter the world when the next spiritual energy tide arrives.
Withdrawing his consciousness, the white wolf was thoughtful, but in the eyes of the kitten, seeing that the white wolf was silent, he thought it was scared.
So he advised:
"Big Dog, I don't think you belong to this secret realm. You should leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, you might be killed by him, and all your cultivation will be wasted."
White Wolf shook his head, smiled, and patted the kitten on the head:
"Just him? Any flea on my body can kill him. I'm just wondering whether I should kill him now or keep him for my master."
The old cat's face turned red, this dog is really bad, why would he pat people on the head when they have nothing to do?
However, when Bai Lang said that the fleas on his body could kill a hundred and eighty thousand former owners, he immediately looked contemptuous:
"Just blow it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the whole secret realm shake violently.
The white wolf looked happy:
"Don't believe it, my master is here! Let you see what cheating is, ah no, cheating!"
…
Time goes back to ten minutes ago.
In the Sirius Sect's meeting hall, a rather rugged-looking bearded man sat at the head, and a gloomy, pale-faced guy who looked a little kidney-deficient sat at the bottom. The hall was full of people with various beginnings of appearance.
Humanoid minions.
"Brother, since we trapped the wife of the sect leader of Qingyang Sect half a year ago and achieved a strategic victory over Qingyang Sect, now under the threat, more and more other small sects have taken refuge in our sect.
According to preliminary statistics, there are currently about 120,000 cultivators available, including more than 118,000 for body training, more than 1,500 for qi training, 400 for foundation builders, 50 for golden elixirs, and 20 for Yuanying.
.
If the Qingyang Gate's mountain-protecting formation wasn't too powerful, we could actually defeat them now and unify the secret realm."
Mao Hubeard looked unhappy:
"How many times have I told you, don't call me brother, call me lord!"
"Okay big brother."
"...
Forget it, forget it."
Mao Huzi stood up and clapped his hands:
"Dude, stop making such noise! Just calm down!"
All the younger brothers looked at their sect leader in confusion, and we didn't say anything.
The bearded face didn't care about this and continued:
"The struggle between us and the Qingyang Sect has lasted for more than two thousand years.
Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, we used a trick to trap the biggest variable. During next year's Zhongyuan Festival, when the Yin Qi gathers, the Qingyang Gate's mountain-protecting formation is at its lowest, which is also when our skills are at their strongest.
, then you can break through their mountain gate.
But before that, you must restrain your subordinates and don't let them bully the sects that have just surrendered. These are all cannon fodder during the siege, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sect Master!"
The men shouted in unison.
"Well, now I'm going to make a six-point summary of my future work..."
At this point, I felt the whole secret realm shake violently.
"What the hell? There's no record of earthquakes in the secret realm!"
"Report----"
A disciple who looked like a messenger came running:
"Report, report, report..."
"What a shame! If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
"Report to the sect master, deputy sect master, someone is calling!"
Qing Mian frowned:
"Can't? Is there anyone in this secret realm who dares to attack us?"
"Report to the deputy sect master, they didn't hit our mountain gate, but someone broke in from outside the secret realm!"
The bearded face immediately became angry:
"I fucking spit on your face!
No one can break in from outside the secret realm!"
"Report to the sect master, there is an image transmitted in real time on this photo stone."
Mao Xiuxian waved his hand, and the shadow stone floated in the air. The images and sounds at the entrance to the secret realm were known to everyone present.
I saw a dozen turtle immortals headed by Mrs. Liu, who just entered and tore up dozens of disciples who were guarding the entrance and exit of the passage with their bare hands. The scene was extremely bloody, with arms and legs and all kinds of dirt flying around.
Then followed a middle-aged man wearing a black gold dragon robe and a phoenix crown.
And after they waved, an endless army of undead, wearing armor and holding various weapons, marched from the entrance of the passage to the secret territory in neat steps.
The army that had entered the secret realm quickly arranged a battle formation, and immediately sent out a large number of light cavalry as scouts, acting extremely professionally.
The bearded man swallowed hard, he had never seen this scene before! It was too scary.
And next to this undead army, several guys wearing fancy clothes came over. The handsome guy headed by them actually wore slippers and had a dazzling comb on his head.
I saw one of the young girls quickly flying into the sky after saying a few words to the leader, followed by streaks of black energy that covered the sky and the moon.
Because Liu Bufan and others entered the secret realm without any concealment, the demonic Taoist who was retreating in the magma valley at this time clearly perceived all this.
Just when he was about to get angry because someone disturbed his retreat, he saw this kind of battle with his spiritual consciousness and was instantly discouraged.
Marder, I am a demon cultivator, not a stupid cultivator. Not to mention that there are several people who cannot clearly see their strength. He knows that this team of Yin soldiers alone is not something he can fight against.
He is neither a monkey nor a surnamed Sun, and he does not have a bald master. He has no idea how to make trouble in the underworld and escape unscathed, so he should stay in seclusion and hope that no one will discover him.
In the mountain gate of Qingyang Gate, an old man led a group of disciples and watched everything that happened at the entrance through the secretly installed picture stone.
A middle-aged man said:
"Father, this is simply unreasonable. How can the secret realm be opened from the outside?"
The old man stroked his beard and did not speak. Instead, he looked carefully at the group of people who entered the secret realm.
At this time a girl came running:
"Grandpa, father, what happened?"
But when I saw this image, I couldn't help but cover my mouth, and then exclaimed: