The Portal of Wonderland

After the battle of Baoyue Palace, a large number of elite disciples in the three holy places suffered heavy losses. Almost all the incidents of the army were overwhelmed, and they were gradually known by other disciples who were still in the secret.

In the days that followed, they performed quite well, without their own struggles, but silently returned to the periphery and explored.

In the blink of an eye, the time limit of 90 days will come. In the secret of Kunlun, the three remaining holy places and the people of the Black Devils gather near the entrance and flew into the space passage.

Pumice Star Sea.

The enchantment around the ruins of Kunlun is cyclical and becomes heavy again.

At this moment, Su Shengzhen, Shen Tunan, Mu Qian, and the four people are standing in the air, each driving the magic weapon, trying to maintain the space channel.

Maintaining a three-month space channel, even though the four are as powerful as they are, they seem to be a little tired at the moment.

Moreover, the golden clouds around the ruins of Kunlun have appeared to tremble from time to time, and there are signs of instability. It seems that they will soon fly into the turbulent space again.

Around the square, the elders of the Holy Order of the Quartet looked forward to the space channel one by one, and immediately reached the final time limit. I wonder how their disciples harvested in it.

There are many treasures in the ruins of Kunlun. It should be rewarded. I only hope that the disciples will not have big casualties.

"I don't know how I will wait for the eight disciples to harvest in it. Peng Guanzhu, you are the most disciples who have entered this fire. I don't know if I can be interested in making a bet. We are betting on who the disciples will gain more." The main cloud Mengze laughed.

"Oh, Yun Guanzhu wants to bet, the old man is naturally accompanying, I don't know what Yunguan wants to gamble?" Peng Yue secretly calculated whether Shi Mu and the two had given him the hand, but the face was silent.

"I heard that Peng Guan had got a piece of Wanshui soft crystal some time ago. I was about to refine a magic weapon. It just happened to be a piece of material. My bet is this." Yunmeng said with a smile, he took a hand and took out one. The black long whip seems to have been made from a certain kind of fairy bamboo, and the whip shows a cut.

"Black bamboo whip! Yun Guanzhu has such confidence, even take this baby to make a bet." Peng Yue eyebrows pick, said.

Yunmengze laughs without saying.

"Well, since the cloud view is interested, the old man is naturally accompanying." Peng Yue smiled.

Other viewers are also very interested at this moment, and several people have also taken their bets to win more bets.

The Qinglan Holy Land and the Yunyun Swords are also the same. Compared with before, the tension has eased a bit.

At this moment, the space channel in the air is shining, and a group of disciples fly out from inside. It is a disciple of the Holy Land of Qinglan. Only about 30 people are in the early stage. The leader is Zhao Wei, who is in the holy land of Qinglan. Near the elders.

Su Sheng's real brow wrinkled, and several Qinglan holy land elders changed.

"Zhao Wei, how can you only have these people, other people? Is it still behind?" asked a white-browed old man in Qinglan Holy Land.

"Liu elders, these people are already all disciples of our Qinglan Holy Land, and everyone else has fallen in the secret." Zhao Wei lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and looked sad and excited.

"How is it possible!" The old man with white eyebrows heard the words, his face changed greatly, and he said with a voice.

The other three parties saw this scene, and did not reveal any gloating glory, his face was more dignified, and the atmosphere that had just been relaxed and relaxed was not lost.

The disciples who enter the secret world have a full set of 100 people, and each of them is the leader of their own sects. Many of them are very likely to win the holy world with a little time.

According to the original estimate, a quarter of the loss, up to a third is the biggest limit, but now only less than one-third, it is somewhat unexpected.

At this time, the space channel flashed slightly, and a group of people flew out. This time it was a cloud-sword-sword, and the number was far less than that of the Qinglan Holy Land. There were only more than 20 swallows.

It’s hard to look at Mu Qian’s face, let alone the elders of the ranks behind him. If Mu Yishang is at the top of the ranks, I’m afraid his face will be more blue.

"Mu Yi, how can you only have a few of you, other disciples?" Several elders from the cloud sent the sword to fly over and asked quickly.

"Several elders, disciples are unfavorable, and other disciples have already died in the secret." Mu Yi looked at the Zhao Lan and other people in the Holy Land of Qinglan, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"What!" A few elders changed their face.

Mu Qian and others naturally noticed Mu Yi’s eyes and turned to Zhao Wei in a bad mood.

Suddenly, the space channel flicked two times in a row, and the people from the Dustong and the Dark Devils also flew out. It was similar to the Qinglan Holy Land, and the Yunjian Swords were only two or so.

Especially the Dark Lords, at this moment, they are all ordinary people who are in the middle of the heavens. No one of these true elite disciples appears here.

The same is true for the Dust sect. The chief disciple of the Eight Visions who entered it, apart from the participation of Wen Huan, did not participate. The rest of the seven people who entered the country were only able to repent.

Peng Yue's face is ugly, his eyes are looking back and forth several times from more than 20 people in Dust. However, he did not find the image of Shi Mu and Yan Luo. Did they fall into it?

Rumble!

At this moment, the golden clouds outside the ruins of Kunlun trembled violently, and a large piece of golden light poured out, and Su Shengzhen, Shen Tunan, Mu Qian, and the four-level power of the four-step power were pushed back.

The space channel trembled violently, and after a few breaths, it collapsed.

The ruins of Kunlun are golden and the surrounding Jinyun is flying fast, wrapping the Kunlun ruins at a rather slow speed and flying away from the sky.

The three holy places and the Dark Lords, at this moment, because of the heavy casualties of the people under the door, they feel so sad, and they did not care about the closure of the Kunlun ruins.

"What the **** is going on? Why are there so many disciples falling?" asked the white-browed old man in the holy land of Qinglan to look at Zhao Wei.

"Liu elders, things are like this..." When Zhao Wei was about to enter the ruins of Kunlun, the situation he encountered at the beginning was described in a rather detailed manner.

"The various bans in the ruins are very powerful. They exceeded our expectations and caused a lot of casualties. But what really caused my disciples to fall more than half, after entering the ruins, after the sects and the sects The two factions did not cooperate at all, and they took care of their own interests. This made us smashed into the army and the Dark Lord, and the casualties were heavy." Zhao said coldly.

The white-browed old man frowned and his eyes cooled.

"Hey! Zhao Yudao's friend said that it is really righteousness, but on the top of the stone platform, under the eyes of all, Zhao Weidao friends are the first to shoot us, killing us from the dust, and this is my own eyes. See, how do you explain this matter?" Mo Yan retorted and said with a sneer.

"If you are not picking up the dust and the swords, I will start." Zhao Wei looked at Mo regret and Mu Yi, angry.

"Zhao Wei’s brother will really turn black and white upside down. It’s obvious that you are the first person in the Qinglan Holy Land to start with us.” Mu Yi was originally filled with indignation, and now he is full of anger and sorrow.

"I said earlier that at the beginning, the blow was not made by our Qinglan disciples, but someone was planted and framed!" Zhao Yu replied coldly.

"Hey! You can say this with your credentials? Who knows if you are shirking responsibility! Besides, the little girl is dressed in your Qinglan holy place costume!" Mu Yi said with a sneer.

Zhao Yan was furious and was about to speak.

"Well, don't make a noise." The old man of the white eyebrows suddenly screamed.

Zhao Wei suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes still hateful and looked at Mo Repentance and Mu Yi.

"According to what you said, the disciples of the three holy places are killing each other, and finally they have died. Why do you not stop the battle?" The white-browed old man said quietly.

"Liu elders, after we calmed down a bit, we naturally stopped killing each other immediately, but then all of us fell into a trap and were shrouded in a huge fantasy. This array can affect our minds, and everyone will kill each other. When we got up, the last elite disciples of the Qinglan Holy Land were there to fall down. Most of them died in the hands of the Yunjianjian.” Zhao’s eyes were full of hatred, and he looked at the disciples who were not far away.

The old-fashioned old-fashioned face was stunned, and suddenly he looked at the cloud-sword-swords, and a fierce killing suddenly broke out.

Other elders of the Qinglan Holy Land also have a sense of killing, looking at the sword-by-cloud.

Several elders of the Holy Order joined together, as if they were a huge mountain peak, and they were overwhelmingly pushed toward the clouds.

At this moment, the shadows of the disciples in front of the sword were flashed, and several elders of the holy order appeared. The body flashed, and a huge breath suddenly broke out.

The two invisible momentums collided, and the void trembled fiercely.

"Why are you here? Qinglan Holy Land, is this going to fight with me?" I have already asked Mu Yi, and most of my disciples are also the people of your Qinglan Holy Land. If you want to kill, if we want to do it, we will accompany ourselves to the end!" According to the Yunjian sword, a holy step elder, Sui Jian, said.

The two sides were arrogant at first, and it seemed that they had to start immediately.

"Stop!" A voice emerged, as if the gongs and drums of the morning bells were generally knocked on the hearts of the people, making their killings disappear in an instant.

A silhouette slowly descends from the sky, it is the real person of Su Sheng.

At this moment, Shen Tunan, Mu Qian, and the endless three people also fell from the air, the four gods have a look that is not very good-looking.

"Two Taoist friends, it seems that the ruins of Kunlun are far beyond our expectations. The inside is thrilling. As for the reasons for the heavy casualties of my disciples, I can't blame the old man for seeing which side, or just end it. "Sheng Sheng real people looked at Shen Tu Nan and Mu Qian, and said.

"That's it." Shen Tunan said with a blank expression.

Mu Qian’s face was gloomy, and after a long while, he slowly nodded.

Interpretation of the endless family, the face of the blue, but see the three holy places smashed, the heart suddenly and slightly hi, dilute a bit depressed mood.

"You, since the ruins of Kunlun have disappeared, we don't have to wait here, so say goodbye." Su Sheng's real hand waved, and a blue light emerged, covering the people of Qinglan Holy Land.

The blue light flashed, and everyone in the holy land of Qinglan disappeared without a trace.

Shen Tu Nan and Mu Qian will soon leave with the disciples of the Dust and the Swordsmen. They will sneer and sneer, with a wave of hands, with the only remaining Black Devils flying back to the nearby giant boat, quickly from.

In a twinkling of an eye, the nearby area was restored to a cold silence, and only those temporarily built houses stood alone.

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For the outside situation, Shi Mu naturally did not know, at this moment, he still retreats at Baoyue Palace.