Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Relying on the flying convenience of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Su Jie attacked the three camps of Yiliu, Dingsan, and Dingba in a short night.

The number of people in these camps varied, with the least being only about 100 people and the most being 200 people.

However, in front of Su Jie, it made no difference whether there were 100 or 200 disciples in the Soul Condensation Realm.

Su Jie's solution was also very simple and crude. He first bombed the camp from a high position with the Thousand-Handed Centipede, blowing the camp upside down, and then asked the disciples of the Ghost Ridge Palace to go up and clean up the mess.

Through this method, Su Jie's attack process was extremely smooth.

At dawn, the outline of the sun had appeared on the horizon, and Su Jie also came to the sky above the last target camp, Ding Twelve Camp.

"Why is the scale of this camp so large?"

In the sky, Su Jie found that the scale of Ding Twelve Camp was very wrong, and it was several times larger than the previous camps.

Just when Su Jie was still thinking about whether to take action, he didn't expect a sudden shout from below.

"Which demon cultivator dares to come to me and seek death."

Accompanied by this angry shout, two figures rose rapidly from the ground.

Su Jie narrowed his eyes, knowing that he had encountered two elders of the Secret Treasure Realm.

Two middle-aged men flew into the sky, one of whom was short and wore a wide Taoist robe, with a strong pressure in his eyes.

One was tall and carried a blue long sword, with long hair fluttering in the wind. As his hair fluttered, there was a fine sword energy spreading and breaking.

"Secret Treasure Realm, or two."

"It's over, how could there be two Secret Treasure Realm here at the same time."

The disciple of Guiling Palace riding on the back of the Thousand-Handed Centipede looked terrified, with a collapsed expression of impending disaster.

Although Su Jie was also in the Secret Treasure Realm, two against one, in the eyes of these Soul Condensation Realm disciples, Su Jie was at a great disadvantage.

"Corpse Hand Man-Slaughterer Su Jie, it turned out to be you, who actually promoted to the Secret Treasure Realm."

The short Secret Treasure Realm elder was called Zhang Xin, an elder of the Zixia Sect.

After seeing Su Jie's face, he immediately recognized Su Jie's identity.

"Hehe, we are really lucky today. It turns out to be this little devil. It's just right to give an explanation to Elder Zhuang Liangru."

The elder of the Secret Treasure Realm carrying a blue long sword laughed heartily. His name is Bian Yannan, the elder of Guanchao Pavilion.

Guanchao Pavilion and Su Jie are old enemies. Du Shaochang, the Yuyang True Body killed by Su Jie, was the proud student of Zhuang Liangru, the supreme elder of Guanchao Pavilion.

For this reason, the supreme elder of the Daotai Realm even issued a special warrant for Su Jie's arrest for 100,000 spirit stones.

In Bian Yannan's view, if Su Jie can be solved, the spirit stone reward obtained is just a trivial matter, but it is very valuable to be able to make friends with Zhuang Liangru, the supreme elder of the Daotai Realm.

"I actually ran into two elders directly."

Su Jie's mouth curled up slightly, and he glanced at the camp that was startled on the ground, and hundreds of righteous disciples ran out of it.

However, since they cannot fly, they obviously cannot help and cannot participate in the battle between the secret realms.

"Su Jie, today is your death day. You killed so many disciples of my sect. Take your head as a sacrifice."

Every time Bian Yannan said a word, the blue flying sword behind him would be pulled out an inch.

"Tianhai Gangjian, go!"

When the flying sword was completely off his back, Bian Yannan waved his fingers, and the sword body burst into a dazzling azure color. The sound of surging waves spread through the void. The sword force squeezed the air, stirred the spiritual power, and swept the wind and clouds.

This was actually a flying sword of the top-grade magic weapon level. The elders who had just been promoted usually couldn't afford top-grade magic weapons, and Bian Yannan at least didn't belong to this level.

"Baby, please turn around!"

Su Jie slapped the sword-raising gourd on his waist, and a white light drilled out of the gourd mouth.

The White Bone Sky Evil Sword pierced through the clouds and the sky, confronting the Sky Sea Sword. As they collided and entangled with each other, the sonic boom of the sword's vibration spread in all directions, and the sky was filled with two lights, one blue and one white, interlacing.

Those disciples in the Soul Condensation Realm could not see the movements of the flying sword at all, they could only hear the sonic booms, the shock wave set off a twelve-level hurricane, and the torn and broken sword energy made their cheeks hurt.

"Well, a top-grade magic weapon."

Bian Yannan was slightly stunned. The appearance of the White Bone Sky Evil Sword surprised him very much, and then his eyes lit up.

"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain, to get an extra top-grade magic weapon flying sword trophy."

Bian Yannan's smile became even bigger, because the flying sword was the first magic weapon for attacking, and the price of a top-grade magic weapon-level flying sword was at least 100,000 spirit stones, plus the value of Su Jie's head, in Bian Yannan's opinion, he was going to get rich today.

Zhang Xin was eager to make a move. He also wanted to get a share of the spoils. You know, he didn't have any top-grade magic weapons yet, because he only had the first-level cultivation of the Secret Treasure Realm, and his foundation was a little lacking.

"Elder Zhang, just watch the battle and plunder the battlefield. This demon cub has a deep hatred for my Guanchao Pavilion, and it is my turn to deal with it."

However, Bian Yannan seemed to see his thoughts and immediately refused Zhang Xin's help.

Zhang Xin's face darkened. Bian Yannan clearly wanted to take it for himself. Fortunately, he got Su Jie's biggest spoils after the war.

"This man can make such a big name, Elder Bian, don't be careless."

Zhang Xin suppressed his anger. After all, Guanchao Pavilion was the first sect in Qingzhou, and Bian Yannan's cultivation was also higher than his. He didn't dare to show his dissatisfaction openly, and secretly reminded him, wanting to intervene in the battle.

"Elder Zhang, if I can't deal with a mere demon cultivator who has just been promoted, then I have lived in vain for so many years."

Bian Yannan smiled confidently, looking at Su Jie with eyes that looked at a fat sheep.

In Bian Yannan's view, his cultivation level of the second level of the Secret Hidden Realm was enough to defeat Su Jie. The other party might have just been promoted and had not even reached the first level of the Secret Hidden Realm. He only had the realm of the Secret Hidden Realm and had not even cultivated a single internal spirit.

As long as he moved faster, he could catch Su Jie and hand him over to Zhuang Liangru for a reward. He did not want to share the benefits with Zhang Xin at all.

"You guys are a bit too much!"

Su Jie was distracted by controlling the White Bone Sky Evil Sword. Hearing the conversation between Bian Yannan and Zhang Xin, it seemed that he had not been out since he entered the Secret Hidden Realm. No one knew that he had killed Zou Minzun, and no one knew his true combat power.

But this was just right. There was no need to worry about the two of them running away first. It would be a bit difficult to chase them.

"Hmph, Demon Cultivator, just surrender obediently, Canghai Futian!"

Bian Yannan pinched the magic formula, and the Guanchao Pavilion's "Canglang Fa" scripture was running, blessing the Tianhai Gang Sword.

This Tianhai Gang Sword was specially made to cooperate with the Canglang Method to make the flying sword more powerful.

The clouds in the sky seemed to have turned into a blue sea, with layers of clouds and mist sparkling, and the Tianhai Gang Sword was immersed in the clouds.

The next moment, thousands of flying swords drilled down from the cloud curtain, forming a blue sword dragon, baring its fangs and claws, roaring in the void, tearing through the clouds and rushing straight towards Su Jie.

"Xiao Qian!"

Su Jie's face was grim and he shouted.

In terms of flying sword fighting, Su Jie was still a little inferior. Guiling Palace did not focus on flying swords, and the middle-grade sword-raising gourd had limited benefits for the White Bone Heavenly Evil Sword.

Unless Su Jie was willing to use his own soul, attach his soul to the White Bone Heavenly Evil Sword, and control the sword with his soul, he could suppress the opponent.

But there was still a Zhang Xin at the scene, and Su Jie did not dare to leave his soul, leaving his motionless body in the same place.

In that case, even if there were the protection of the Wedding Dress Ghost and the Thousand-Handed Centipede, if the other party had any trump cards, Su Jie would not be able to respond, and his body would become a living target.

Su Jie made a more cautious choice, there was no need to compete with the other party on the flying sword.

He was a Gu Master who played with insects, and insects were his main business.

Hearing Su Jie's call, the Thousand-Handed Centipede's six pairs of wings vibrated, and amid the exclamations of countless Ghost Ridge Palace disciples, it directly flipped over, leaving behind many Ghost Ridge Palace disciples on its back, and rushed towards the Sword Light Canglong.

"Help!"

"Ahhh!"

"I'm going to fall to death!"

These Ghost Ridge Palace disciples were scared, looking at the rapidly approaching ground, thinking that they were going to be thrown to death alive and become innocent victims of the battle in the Secret Hidden Realm.

But at this time, millions of human-faced moths flew out of the insect-controlling bag on Su Jie's waist.

The human-faced moths fit tightly together, forming a thick insect blanket, wrapping the Ghost Ridge Palace disciples and falling to the ground.

Before these disciples of Guiling Palace who had landed could catch their breath, they met the eyes of the righteous disciples of Ding Twelve Camp in front of them.

The two sides met each other, and the atmosphere was awkward for a few seconds. Almost spontaneously, they each rushed towards each other with weapons.

And Su Jie's millions of human-faced moths also turned into rolling insect clouds, chose to attack head-on, and madly bit and devoured every righteous disciple.

The most common low-grade poisonous insects, human-faced moths, have changed from quantitative changes to qualitative changes after their numbers have increased.

In particular, most ordinary disciples lack the means to kill in groups, and human-faced moths completely ignore them. Even if some of them are killed, relying on the terrifying number, the resistance of the righteous disciples cannot splash too much, and they are submerged by the swarm of insects in the blink of an eye.

And when they were caught in the swarm of insects, all these righteous disciples screamed, but the screams would only last for a few seconds, and then there would be no sound, because the human bodies had been eaten by human-faced moths and there was no body left.

Many righteous disciples could only use protective magic shields to support themselves, but they would also be destroyed by the corrosive acid of the human-faced moths, not to mention that there were still a large number of low-grade and medium-grade human-faced moths among the human-faced moths.

These low-grade and medium-grade human-faced moths carefully cultivated by Su Jie were like generals in the insect swarm, specifically targeting those hard bones that were difficult to chew.

For those inner disciples of the righteous path, these low-grade and medium-grade poisonous insects would swarm up and tear the enemy apart together with the massive human-faced moths.

The disciples of Guiling Palace, who were originally a little nervous, found themselves becoming soy sauce, and the entire ground battlefield was completely dominated by human-faced moths.

Wherever the insect cloud passed, the ground was barren, and they didn't have many opportunities to attack.

"Asshole, dare to bully the weak with the big, and slaughter disciples with the identity of the secret treasure realm."

Zhang Xin was furious when he saw this scene. Seeing that his disciples were killed in large numbers, he could no longer sit still and planned to fight back and kill the disciples of Guiling Palace.

With his cultivation in the Secret Hidden Realm, killing ordinary disciples is like killing chickens.

"Elder Zhang, come and help me, this beast is very difficult to deal with."

However, just when Zhang Xin was about to fight back, he suddenly heard Bian Yannan's anxious cry for help.

Zhang Xin's face was stunned, but he saw that the Jianguang Canglong, who had just controlled the Tianhai Gang Sword, was now in an absolute disadvantage.

Jianguang Canglong was fighting against the Thousand-Handed Centipede. The body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede was extremely hard. Even if Jianguang Canglong collided with it, it could only cause a wound of several tens of centimeters.

Such a wound would be fatal to an ordinary person, but for the Thousand-Handed Centipede with a body length of 120 meters, it would not even be considered a skin injury for it, and the speed of injury was not as fast as the Thousand-Handed Centipede's self-healing.

After the Thousand-Handed Centipede was injured, it completely angered this middle-grade six-refined Gu worm.

Its pale corpse hands fell off piece by piece, and it clung to the old sword light. Although the corpse hands were constantly being torn apart, the corpse hands themselves split faster.

In just a few breaths, Jianguang Canglong was completely wrapped by the corpse hand. The corpse hand continued to compress and collapse, destroying Jianguang Canglong, revealing the true form of Tianhai Gangjian.

Just as Bian Yannan was about to take back the flying sword, the Thousand-Hand Centipede had already opened its bloody mouth, and its two pairs of razor-like teeth were biting the Tianhai Gang Sword. No matter how Bian Yannan controlled it, he could not break away from the Thousand-Hand Centipede. Big mouth.

Instead, this high-grade flying sword made a cracking sound, and fine cracks appeared on the sword, and it was about to be bitten by the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

Bian Yannan's face turned pale with anxiety, and he threw out several magic weapons and talismans one after another. The magic weapons and talismans he threw were not of high enough quality. Thousand-Handed Centipede didn't even bother to look at them, so he just ignored them. Doesn't do much damage.

In this situation, Bian Yannan could only cast spells and ask for help from Zhang Xin. What he said just now that he could suppress Su Jie was now like a joke.

"Elder Bian, you said you can do it yourself, why do you still need to ask me for help?"

Zhang Xin originally had a somewhat mocking tone, but when he saw the actual situation, he suddenly felt unbelievable.

Bian Yannan is at the second level of the Secret Realm. Even if Su Jie is promoted to the Secret Realm, it will only be a short time. How can he be able to fight against Bian Yannan.

But such a thing really happened, Zhang Xin had to believe it, and felt a little worried in his heart.

Because his strength is only at the level of the Secret Realm, which is weaker than Bian Yannan. If he cannot suppress this little devil, what will happen.

"What an arrogant demon, you're going to hit me with thunder!"

With this thought, Zhang Xin did not dare to be negligent and no longer wanted to laugh at Bian Yannan. He mobilized the Zixia Sect's fundamental mental method, the true method of all phenomena and the power of God, and used the power of God for his own use.

The dark clouds in the sky shrouded and suppressed, the thunder surged, torn into a river of lightning, and blasted towards Su Jie with great force.

Su Jie raised his head and glanced at Lightning River, and smiled coldly: "It's just a matter of course."

Boom!

Thousands of thunders bloomed around Su Jie, like a blooming thunder lotus. The extreme beauty was full of destructive aura, easily annihilating the long rivers of lightning that covered it, and went upstream, directly bombarding Zhang Xin in turn.

Zhang Xin wanted to dodge, but there was no time. The energy, blood and spiritual power in his body had not yet recovered. To put it simply, he had not recovered from the stiffness caused by the CD of the ultimate move, and his speed and reaction were more than a beat slower.

There is another chapter later