The Ancestor of Body Repair

The Central State of Qi State connects the four states in the south, south, and northwest. It is a barren desert for thousands of miles. There is no green in the desert, and there are no plants such as cacti. It is a dead place.

In the center of the desert is a huge pothole. Although it is only a few feet deep, it is a thousand feet in diameter. The bottom of the pothole is full of cracked rocks, and strong winds blow from the gaps from time to time.

Not long ago, a group of immortal cultivators appeared outside the pit without the slightest anger.

They stayed on the west side of the pit, there were about 60 people, basically all of them were foundation-building cultivators, but there were also more than a dozen alchemy-forming cultivators.

At the forefront of the team are three old men with unfathomable magic power. They are quietly suspended in the air, and the elixir-forming stage magic cultivator behind them glances at them with awe from time to time. Obviously, these three old men are Yuan Ying stage cultivators.

These gatherings, like a mixed team of many sects, are the forces of Xizhou.

Most of them are from the five clans and three clans, and the rest are loose cultivators. Although there are many immortal cultivators in Xizhou, they are wary of each other, like a piece of scattered sand.

In the secret realm such as the One Yuan Secret Realm, they can only conclude a covenant, otherwise they will not be able to compete with the three major demon sects of Qi State.

As for the three Nascent Soul Stage old monsters in front, they were from the Five Sects, the Three Clans, and the Loose Cultivation Alliance.

With the passage of time, the whirring of the wind in the pothole became louder and stronger, and it blew the robes of the monks in Xizhou.

One of them, a fat Nascent Soul-stage old man in a brocade suit opened his eyes and muttered, "The wind in the secret realm is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that the opening is just a few days ago."

A bald old man next to him said a little surprised: "Strange, according to our estimates, the secret realm is at least a month away from opening. Is this year something special?"

The fat old man looked around, hehe smiled and said, "Isn't this okay! Except for our Xizhou, the three major demon sects have not yet arrived. If the secret realm is opened ahead of time, we will have a head start."

The bald old man also showed a happy expression, but then his expression froze: "Damn, the people from Qisha Sect are here so early."

The fat old man also seemed to sense something and looked towards the north. As for the third old man with white hair and beard, there was no response, as if he was not interested in what was happening outside.

I saw a large yellow flying boat appearing in the mid-air to the north. The number of people on it was clearly visible. There were thirty people in total. Standing at the front of the flying boat was a middle-aged man and woman. .

Seeing this, the bald old man had a bad look on his face: "It was the Demon Lord of Soul and the Demon Lord of Jinsha who led the team. Of the twenty-eight people behind, seven were in the Core Formation stage, and twenty-one were in the Foundation Establishment stage."

The top supernatural power of the Qishamen is the Qisha True Magic Art, which has the secret technique of seven people joining forces to increase their combat power. The disciples who come to participate in the Unreal Secret Realm are naturally based on "seven".

After entering the secret realm, as long as the seven people are together, they can break out amazing combat power. It is obvious that the seven monks in the formation stage are Qishazi. Candidate disciples have little influence.

The fat old man said: "Those little guys in the Foundation Establishment period must be a group of seven, divided into three teams. According to the practice of Qishamen, this trip to the secret realm should be used as the selection of the seven evil spirits. After the secret realm is over, condense the evil spirits. The most people will become the Seven Devils in the future."

The bald old man said with a bad face: "To condense evil spirits means to kill enough monks of the same rank."

The fat old man gritted his teeth and said, "These guys really treat our Xizhou as fish and let them slaughter."

If you think about it, you know that the best cultivators of the same rank are the demon cultivators in Xizhou. Although there are many people in Xizhou, they will definitely spread out after entering the secret realm. Compared with the other two, their combat power is still weak. few.

The two demon cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage at the front of the Qishamen flying boat glanced in the direction of Xizhou and ignored them, but looked towards the south with a solemn expression.

The fat old man and the bald old man also sensed something and turned to look.

At this time, in the southern horizon, a black warship with a length of more than ten feet broke through the air. The structure of the warship looked incomparably precise, with complex lines and runes depicted on it, which was much more advanced than the flying boat of Qishamen.

It is the blood cloud flying boat of the Blood Refinement Sect.

"As expected of the No. 1 Demon Sect in Qi State, this Blood Cloud Flying Boat looks like a top weapon of war. With such flying boats around, the other two sects would never dare to wage war easily."

The fat old man then shrank his pupils, revealing a hint of fear: "The leader of the team is actually Situ Lao Mo, this guy's blood demon art has reached the realm of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, even if the three of us join forces, it will not be his. opponent."

"The Blood Refinement Sect is really cautious. With such a strong person in charge, even if the Nascent Soul monks of Qishamen and Yin-Yang Holy Cult have attempts, they can completely stop them."

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At this time, Lu Kun was on the right side of the flying boat of blood clouds.

"Sure enough, it is exactly the same as the breath of the Dead Sea, and there is no energy breath at all."

"By the way, I forgot to ask the Demon Soul guy about the ancient secrets last time."

Lu Kun was suddenly a little annoyed. Half a year ago, he forgot to ask about the relationship between the Demon Cave, the Demon Spirit Island, the Demon Island, and the Unreal Secret Realm after hearing about the Demon Soul's successor in the Blood Refinement Sect.

"People from Xizhou and Qishamen have come, but the Yin-Yang Holy Sect hasn't come yet." At this time, Xu Zihang walked over to Lu Kun and said strangely.

Lu Kun narrowed his eyes and looked around. He saw two groups of immortal cultivators in the west and north of the pothole, while the east was empty, and there were no people from the Yin-Yang Holy Sect in Dongzhou.

Not long after the Blood Cloud Flying Boat arrived, the gust of wind in the gaps in the potholes in front of him skyrocketed in vain. Lu Kun faintly sensed that there was spiritual energy emerging from the front.

"Hey, it's very strange, how did the secret realm open in advance."

"Occasionally leaking some spiritual energy is normal. Unless the demonic energy and the demonic energy appear together, it means that the secret realm is about to open."

The voices of some cultivators in the Formation Stage came from the front of the Blood Cloud Flying Boat, causing the disciples in the Foundation Stage behind to stretch their necks one by one and look at the potholes below curiously.

Lu Kun raised his brows. After a while, he sensed the demonic energy again, that is to say, the pothole in front of him had a mixed aura of demonic energy.

With the increase of the two energies, two colors of yellow and white gradually appeared in the gust of wind, and a violent breath began to emerge. Lu Kun seemed to feel that he was in a sea of ​​chaos.

A whirlwind of mixed white and yellow colors gradually formed, and the cracked rocks at the bottom of the pit shook, and a powerful force was about to erupt.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by countless roars, a black mist emerged from the crevices of the rocks, and the surrounding magic cultivators felt the pure magic energy contained in the mist.

"boom!"

The three kinds of energies were mixed together, and the violent energy exploded directly, shaking the rocks at the bottom of the pothole into pieces.

Several Nascent Soul monks outside the pothole were already prepared, and they cast spells one after another. The thick and huge magic shield blocked the turbulent airflow.

At the bottom of the pothole below, a bright silver forbidden light curtain appeared, replacing the original rock, and a quaint and extremely restrained atmosphere rushed toward the face.