Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"Sorry, but I really don't think I have this ability."

After saying that, Chu Tian knew that no matter how much he refused, he probably wouldn't be able to make Xia Yun waver.

So after finishing speaking, Chu Tian whispered another sentence in a secret language.

"I will not accept the status of regent, but I am willing to provide some help to Wu Mingguo. Of course, the premise is that Wu Mingguo will not do anything harmful to me."

The moment she heard this, Xia Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.

After all, her purpose from the beginning was to drag Chu Tian here to use as a trump card, so that the outside world would not dare to attack Wu Mingguo.

As for the title of regent, it is just a false name.

But this does not mean that Xia Yun is unwilling to give Chu Tian real power. As long as Chu Tian says a word, she can let Chu Tian take over all the military power of the entire Wuming Kingdom.

Xia Yun knew very well that with Chu Tian's strength, he probably wouldn't care about these things at all.

If Chu Tian really cared, he would not have left the three hundred half-step extraordinary puppets in the Holy Tomb to himself.

I'm afraid that the moment I heard the news about the Holy Tomb, I had already emptied the Holy Tomb.

But now, Chutian is willing to provide help to Wu Mingguo. To a certain extent, this has actually achieved his goal.

So Xia Yun immediately put on a disappointed expression and shook her head.

"Well, since the master of the pavilion is not willing, then I won't force others to do anything."

Although she said this, there was a hint of joy hidden deep in Xia Yun's pupils.

The people below had a blank look on their faces. They had no idea what the two Riddlers had said in the conversation just now, and their eyes were full of confusion.

However, Xia Yun did not explain too much to them. Not many people knew about this matter.

"Okay, in that case, let's end this meeting."

After saying that, I glanced at the general, who immediately stood up.

"The Wuming Conference is over!"

After the general shouted, everyone below still looked confused, but due to etiquette, they knelt down and bowed to Xia Yun.

After the kneeling ceremony ended, those monks from the sect who had not shed any blood gradually left the scene.

They knew very well that the ending sound just now was shouted to them.

After they leave, Xia Yun will tell others the secret of breaking through to the transcendent realm, and those of them who have not expressed their loyalty to Xia Yun with a drop of blood are obviously not worthy of listening to this.

As soon as those few people were gone, the remaining monks from the sect immediately looked at Xia Yun like a wailing bird waiting to be nursed.

And Xia Yun was not wasting her time. After all, these people had already dripped their essence and blood on the contract scroll. If they dared to have second thoughts about her, they would be counterattacked by the powerful power of the scroll.

"After some investigation, we can now basically confirm that the reason why Wuming Kingdom is unable to break through to the extraordinary realm is because a large formation envelopes us."

As soon as Xia Yun opened her mouth, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at her, but no one interrupted. They all seemed to be waiting for her to finish speaking.

"This formation is called the Jueling Formation. It was set up three thousand years ago. This is why our Wuming Kingdom has never had a strong person in the Transcendent Realm in the past three thousand years!"

"And this formation will also isolate us from communication with the outside world, leaving us isolated and helpless, preventing people from outside from entering, and preventing people from inside from escaping."