Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Everyone's heart sank little by little.

At the same time, Ge Nie and Leng Yan exchanged glances, their expressions changing slightly.

The power within their bodies was inexplicably draining away, bringing with it waves of weakness.

Leng Yan, as if realizing something, quickly took out the jade bottle containing the pills she had obtained earlier.

"These pills... are有问题 (problematic)!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Heng, Liao Yunfei, and the others' faces changed drastically.

Waves of weakness washed over them as a strange aura rampaged through their bodies, devouring their immortal essence and sealing their Dantian, primordial spirit, and sea of consciousness!!

Hao Xu and Gong Jun also noticed their abnormality. Gong Jun flashed in front of the group, confronting the black-robed men, and turned his head, saying in a deep voice.

"Let's go down first! Stand behind me!"

At the same time, under the rainy night sky, Han Qingmo, wearing a bamboo hat, had a solemn look in his deep eyes.

Wang Lingcheng also sensed something was not quite right.

Despite the torrential rain, he still smelled an unusual scent.

"Senior Brother, the smell of blood is a bit strong..."

His heart became much more vigilant.

Han Qingmo stared at the distant, shimmering rift in the secret realm and said softly.

"The person who owes me the divination fee... is inside."

"It's just that this spatial rift is now deliberately sealed, making the divination dangerous..."

Wang Lingcheng decisively turned around immediately.

"Let's go, let's go, let's not join in on the excitement."

He didn't know if it was because of the spatial rift or some other reason, but he felt a little uneasy.

His collar was grabbed by a large hand, and Wang Lingcheng chuckled.

"Now that I'm here, I must collect this divination fee no matter what."

"Let's go."

Wang Lingcheng only felt his figure rapidly descend, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the empty, sealed rift.

At this time, many cultivators around the White Wave Forest were still rushing towards this place.

Once the news spreads, it will only attract more people's covetousness.

As for how many people died or were injured... they didn't care at all.

Everyone was taking chances, believing that they would be the chosen one.

At this time, a middle-aged man hundreds of feet away was hiding in the darkness, his eyes fixed on Wang Lingcheng and his companion.

"The spatial rift has already been sealed, can it still be opened?"

"If he can open it, I will take the opportunity to enter!"

There were quite a few people with the same thoughts as him.

Han Qingmo reached out to touch the spatial rift, and Wang Lingcheng's incessant voice came from his ear.

Wang Lingcheng frowned and muttered while making hand seals and divining.

"Senior Brother, can't we change the time?"

"I always feel that this secret realm is not a good thing, I'm uneasy..."

"Why don't we just forget it... let's go outside to drink, watch the show, set up a stall, and wait for that person to come out."

Han Qingmo's eyes were calm, and he said softly with a faint smile on his lips.

"He has a tribulation, if I don't come... the divination fee will never be collected."

Underfoot was muddy and stained with blood, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and occasionally some broken limbs could be seen scattered nearby.

Wang Lingcheng couldn't figure it out.

Even he could deduce that this secret realm rift was very dangerous.

He didn't believe that his senior brother, who was proficient in divination, wasn't aware of it!!

"It's obviously so dangerous, why do you insist on going in?"

Boom!!!

Han Qingmo didn't know what method he used, but he actually inserted his hand into the already closed spatial rift.

Tear!!!

The rift opened a foot wide, Han Qingmo put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Let's go, let's go in and see how lively it is."

Wang Lingcheng had no choice but to follow behind Han Qingmo and walked in.

However, at the moment Han Qingmo lifted his foot, three figures suddenly rushed out of the surrounding dark forest!!

Wang Lingcheng didn't even look at the back.

The highest cultivation realm was only at the peak of the True Immortal Third Stage.

Wanting to hurt Han Qingmo... was simply a pipe dream.

The moment Han Qingmo stepped into the spatial rift with his hands behind his back, three azure palm prints suddenly condensed in the sky, instantly suppressing the few people from mid-air!!

Bang bang bang! Boom boom!!!

Several muffled sounds came from behind, and the few people were instantly suppressed on the ground.

Han Qingmo and his companion were stunned as soon as they entered the secret realm.

They saw a group of people gathered together, fighting back to back.

Gong Jun, who was tall and burly, was seriously injured at this time.

His ability to fight was not strong in the first place, let alone when facing some fearless 'puppets'.

The battlefield on the other side was even more intense...

A figure covered in blood was carrying a huge black coffin on his back, manipulating three tattered puppets that had been promoted, fighting desperately in a bloody battle.

Hao Xu crossed his hands, all ten fingers covered in blood, his hands trembling as he looked around warily.

One eye was bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes looked warily at the five black-robed men around him.

"Damn it, these guys are also 'puppets'!"

"They are not afraid of death at all..."

Suddenly!

A strange yet familiar aura came.

Through the hair in front of his forehead, Hao Xu was slightly stunned when he saw Han Qingmo.

Wearing a dark blue robe, tall and straight, slightly lowered head.

The bamboo hat on his head was still dripping water, Han Qingmo slowly raised his head to look at Hao Xu.

"Brother Hao, I'm here to collect the divination fee."

Hao Xu was slightly stunned, and joy appeared in his eyes.

"You stinky Taoist, come and help me!!!"

Wang Lingcheng was stunned, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two.

Looking at Han Qingmo's expression as if he had eaten sh*t, his expression suddenly became very strange.

Wang Lingcheng looked at Han Qingmo, thumped his chest with his hand, pursed his lips and said.

"Senior Brother, I understand you!"

Han Qingmo shook his head and sighed, taking a step forward as his pressure suddenly erupted!

Boom!!!

Peak of the True Immortal Seventh Stage.

His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word of Tao.

"Suppression Word Art · Dao Yue Mountain!" Boom!!!!

Three mountains hundreds of feet high descended from the sky in an instant.

Directly crushing the bodies of those mysterious men in black into minced meat.

Wang Lingcheng swallowed his saliva.

"So fierce..."

However, when Wang Lingcheng lowered his head, he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness.

Although the sect robes on Ge Nie and the others were slightly tattered, Wang Lingcheng recognized Bai Xiuxue!!

He even set up a stall in the peak to read Bai Xiuxue's palms...

"Crap..."

"I knew there would be no good things!!!! No good things!!"

"Those bastards will definitely come!!"

Bai Xiuxue had also seen Wang Lingcheng long ago.

The woman's lips were pale, and she shouted with tears in her eyes.

"Wang Lingcheng, help us."

Gong Jun looked back at the sky and was kicked away.

At the moment his figure flew upside down, Wang Lingcheng seemed to lose all his strength.

"I must have owed them something in my previous life."

Whoosh!!

Immortal essence erupted, and the pressure of the True Immortal Third Stage instantly manifested.

Wang Lingcheng teleported with a peach wood sword in his hand!

The black-clothed man's body stiffened, the peach wood sword entered three inches into the center of his eyebrows, and the blood moon dimmed...

Wang Lingcheng showed an extremely powerful strength in just an instant!!