After Kicking The Original Sect, She Discovered That The Villain Was Ambitious

"..." Outside the secret realm, Heiming's eyes left the mountains above.

The teleported Xuanfu Sect and other sects gathered together.

"What's going on? It was teleported inexplicably? Is it chaos in the secret realm again?!"

"Yeah, what's going on? I haven't finished taking the red blood grass yet!"

"Look at the jade slips, the administrator has issued a notice! The Santa Secret Realm and another small secret realm were in chaos due to the collision of spiritual energy, so we were ejected!"

"I knew that there would be chaos in the secret realm every year, especially this year!"

…

The complaints continued.

The sword-wielding master patted Lin Zhong Heiming on the shoulder, "I asked Wei Xiaosi and Jiang Laoer to go and count the number of people. When the number of people is ok, you can start the killing array."

"Yeah." The magic cube in his hand was surrounded by spiritual energy. Heiming hit it with two fingers, and the upper part of the cube rotated, sealing the entrance and exit of the teleportation array.

Demonic energy is invisible.

Refracted by the silver double mirror, his breath has already enveloped the small secret realm. At this time, the secret realm is like a cage, a death cage trapped in the Rubik's Cube.

As he pleased, teleportation was just a matter of using his hands.

Everything is under control.

"Baili!"

Someone called him from behind.

Hei Ming took the Rubik's Cube in his hand and turned around.

It's Star Festival.

He had just finished what he was doing and rushed over. His steps were very fast, and his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned. "Our Zong Luo Yunshu, Mo Chen and A Jing didn't come out! Where is Qiaoqiao? You can see her." Got it!"

she is not here? !

Heiming's eyes tightened, and he looked nervously at Xuanfu Sect. Wei Xinyu was running over, speaking in a fast tone, "Master! There are fewer people, and Bai Qiao didn't come out!"

"What, Qiaoqiao didn't come out?!"

The master holding the sword subconsciously glanced at Heiming.

How did she escape the forced transfer of the Rubik's Cube? !

"..."

Heiming closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, his voice was hoarse and his thoughts were messy and he sighed, "I probably know the reason. I'll go find her."

It is not possible to change the killing formation.

The five talismans practice together, and the power of the five elements blends with each other and is interdependent.

He has been favored by Heaven, inherited the will of Heaven, and is not affected by the domain trapping formation.

She is also very lucky...

"I'll go with you!" Xing Changjie stepped forward.

Hei Ming's eyes were full of teasing, and he smiled coldly, "I am enough alone, the best thing you have to worry about is the goggles."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left a group of people behind and went deep into the forest. A Rubik's Cube formed by pieces of transparent lens floated in front of his eyes. The man's index finger and thumb rubbed together and the Rubik's Cube twisted.

Shanta Secret Realm

"Ah!" A golden light hit the lower abdomen of the goggles, she screamed miserably and hit the tall sycamore tree.

Severe pain came, and she slid down, curling up into a ball and holding her stomach. The pain caused tears to overflow from the corners of her eyes involuntarily.

Damn it, what are these gods doing to find their weak junior sister and soft-boiled boy from Tianhe Sect?

If their appearance hadn't completely disrupted her ability to enter the teleportation array, she would have been trapped in the secret realm!

Teleportation has a certain range. In order not to be discovered by the gods, she left the Tianhe Sect team alone.

The Tianhe Sect has been inexplicably unlucky recently. They are constantly encountering high-level monsters on the road, causing problems to their disciples. Most of their mana has been consumed, and before they can catch their breath, they are immediately caught by the Gods!

"The remnants of the demon clan." The group of gods was led by a middle-aged man.

He stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his posture as tall as a mountain, as if he were an insurmountable and majestic peak.

His eyes were blazing, and he became interested in the face wearing goggles.

"I seem to have seen you many years ago. You were a slave who came from the Solitary Sinnery with Di Yan?"

The word "slave", for Geng Jing, is a scar that will never heal.

She endured the pain and slowly got up, glaring at him and sarcastically saying, "Yes, you gods are so superior, but in fact you do more disgusting things behind the scenes than us demons!"

The man's expression obviously darkened. He moved his boots and kicked the goggles hard on the chin!

Geng Jing groaned, holding back tears and biting his lower lip. Those purple eyes were filled with hatred, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

"You are still uttering arrogant words even when you are about to die. You are just a lowly slave from the Solitary Sinnery. The Demon Lord has been sealed, and you are just a mere ant trying to make a comeback?"

"Hahahahaha! You are a bitch slave, I remember you." Feng Jing smiled and propped up his body again, his words were like a hidden knife, piercing his heart.

"Gushui Shen, who was defeated by A Yan in the past and stepped into the swill, if your lackey hadn't arrived in time, how would you still have the life to show off in front of me now?"

The man's eyes suddenly turned sinister.

An image flashed through his mind.

The rebellious man was handsome, young, and condescending. His raised jawline was perfectly curved, and his arrogance was deep in his bones.

The exquisite brocade boots ravaged his face vigorously, and he pressed him into the humiliating swill. The young man's beautiful lips rose, his purple eyes were stained with madness, and he smiled evilly and arrogantly.

The voice was hoarse and low like a demon, and he said with full of wickedness, "Come, wag your tail like a dog and beg for mercy."

The man was extremely angry at this shameful memory. The muscles on his face were horribly twisted, and his knuckles were clenching loudly. "You are simply looking for death!"

When he was about to pierce the sacred weapon in his hand, a sickle flew over, cutting the sacred weapon with lightning speed, and then flew back to the master's white and tender hand with a "snap".

The man was stunned, and they all turned to the person.

"Who is this god?"

He faced the woman with white hair and red eyes, his attitude changed drastically, and he blessed her respectfully, "Long time no see, the little god has met the Fu Dao God."

Bai Qiao felt nauseated after hearing this, and her tone dropped a notch, "Don't call me by my previous title."

He just smiled softly and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Second Highness of the Yin Division, don't you consider returning to the heaven? The Lord God misses you very much as his right-hand man to kill all the demons for him."

"..." He spat out the last four words, and Bai Qiao's eyes sharpened, and the hand holding the Soul-Destroying Scythe trembled faintly.

"What is your purpose?"

"It was purposeful at first, but now the plan has changed. It's just to encircle and suppress the demon clan." He said, glancing at the goggles from the corner of his eye, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

[Born only as a tool for entertainment]

[The Asylum is a group of disgusting demons]

[Hahaha, he is just a sinner who escaped from the devil's cave with his illegitimate son, a slave who has been buried in the world of cultivation for many years, and he is worthy of fighting with them gods]

"..."

Bai Qiao listened to these words from God's heart word for word.

All the malice crawled up his body.

A group of hungry beasts are eager to tear apart the pure heart, and the beauty withers away.

Bai Qiao's face was expressionless, as if these bad words had become a habit and were an indispensable part of her life in the past. She was numb.

Her eyes were dim. She had listened to too much hurt and indifference in the past, and gradually lost her previous luster.

The merit bell is clearly not on me, so why can I still hear these words?

So tired.

The inheritor of Heavenly Dao is not happy.

"Go back to your heaven."

Even though the Soul-Destroying Scythe's blade was only a foot away from his neck, the man retreated calmly, his smile disappearing, "I'm sorry, but the demons must be destroyed."

"Then there's nothing to say!" Bai Qiao turned his wrist and his power flowed.

Dozens of red talismans circled around the body, and the blood sickle whirled, like a bright red crescent moon, piercing the air! Stir up waves!