Everyone moved towards the depths of the secret realm at a very fast speed. Basically, the monsters within the third order took turns, and the monsters of the fourth and fifth orders went up together. The fifth order and above are the little masters, and the eighth order and above are not allowed to enter. , turn around and run. Along the way is also considered a tacit understanding. Although there were a few thrills, fortunately there was no major problem. After all, this secret realm is only a small secret realm of Jindan period.
Yi Qing led the crowd to scavenge monsters in the secret realm for more than 20 days, until the storage bag beside him couldn't hold any piece of meat, and then he turned to the crowd and said, "Go back!"
The disciples who already held a bunch of demon pills with their own spiritual roots in their hands nodded in emotion. Finally, there is no need to continue, otherwise the monsters in this secret realm will probably become extinct, right
Everyone got up with their swords at the fastest speed, and was about to fly back, when a green flash suddenly came from not far away, and it exploded in the air with a bang, slowly forming the shape of a flower.
"This is... the call for help from the Danqing faction!" a disciple exclaimed, "It's not far from here, it is estimated that someone is in danger." Everyone looked back at the leader of the group as if asking.
Yi Qing frowned, turned his head and glanced at the crowd, "Be careful, go and have a look!"
Saying that, Yujian turned around and flew towards the pattern that was about to fade in the air, and the disciples also called out their spirit swords and followed.
This is the depths of the secret realm, and people from other sects can hardly be encountered. The signal for help is sent here, and there are very few people seen. There may be no one else nearby except them. Although it's not from his own sect, it's all Xianmen who can help, so naturally, he has to help.
The direction of the signal was not far, and several people had already flown in within a few minutes. Yi Qing was the first to arrive, and he had already fallen down and was staring at the front with a serious face. In front of him was a dark muddy swamp, covered with a faint layer of black gas, as if the entire quagmire had been boiled, and he was bubbling with disgusting bubbles. There are also some unactivated spells and the like floating on the mud.
"Little Martial Uncle!" The disciples fell down one after another, looking at the mud pool in front of them, "What is this? Why is there so much demonic energy in the mud."
Before I could think about it, a voice with some surprises came, "Brother next door, it's you!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned to look in the middle of the mud, and saw a big tree in the middle of the mud trembling, its branches and leaves separated, revealing a slightly childish face. Wearing a pink long gown, he looked thirteen or fourteen years old. Half of his body was already immersed in the mud, and he was holding on to the branch with one hand, as if he was afraid of falling. It may be that the tree she caught was too dense, and no one had noticed it before.
"It's a little junior sister!" The disciple behind Yi Qing was in a hurry, and subconsciously took two steps forward.
"and many more!"
"don't want!"
The girl in the mud pool and Yi Qing exclaimed at the same time, but it was too late. The disciple stepped into the mud pool with one foot. The next moment the entire mud pool seemed to be activated, and suddenly a huge black wave was set off. Pounced towards the giant.
"Back up!" Yi Qing reminded loudly, and at the same time swung a sword, directly cutting off the black wave, and stepped back several steps.
"Little Martial Uncle, behind..." A disciple said in shock.
Looking back, I saw that I didn't know when, the mud Ze had circled behind them, and they were trapped in the middle in a surrounding situation.
"Yujian!" Yi Qing reminded everyone to fly up.
The disciples began to pinch the tactic one after another, but it was too late. The muddy water had spread to their feet, and the spiritual energy that everyone had just transported was suddenly empty. The body sank uncontrollably.
"This mud can absorb spiritual energy!" The disciples were shocked.
Yi Qing frowned, seeing that everyone was about to be swallowed up by this quagmire, the sword in his hand clenched tightly, and the sword energy exploded all over his body. He took advantage of the moment when the mud swamp spread, and directly threw the trapped disciples out one by one. But this will only make him fall into the mud even more.
"Little Master Uncle!" The disciples also saw his plan, and they were both moved and anxious for a while. If this goes on, he won't be able to go back!
"Let's go!" Yi Qing said in a deep voice, and finally threw the last disciple out, and because of his strength, he got deeper and deeper. He said in front of his master that he would be optimistic about these disciples, so none of them could be missed!
"Little Martial Uncle!" Everyone shouted anxiously, but they could only see that the black mud swamp passed over the top of Yi Qing's head, and together with the previous girl from the Danqing School, they were completely plunged into darkness.
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Shengtianzong's room.
"Huh?!" Shen Ying, who was eating, suddenly stood up.
"What are you doing?" Gu Yue glanced at her.
Shen Ying tilted her head, and after a while, she sat back with her face as usual, "It's nothing, my back hurts after sitting for too long."
"Cut." Problem! Niu's despised face...
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"Senior brother, what should I do?" The rescued disciples, Yu Jian flew overhead, anxiously looking at the muddy water below where there was no movement, tears could not help but flow out. It was because of them that the little uncle fell into it.
"Wait!" The disciple with the highest cultivation level gritted his teeth and said, "Little Martial Uncle is so powerful that even the seventh-order monster can be defeated, so it will be all right. No matter what, we have to wait for him to come out."
"That's right! I believe the little uncle, he will definitely come out!" The other disciples also nodded.
"Me too, I'll wait here until he comes out."
"Me too. He saved our lives. It's a big deal to fight with this muddy water and lose our lives."
"Okay, then we'll stay! We'll wait here for a day, if the little uncle hasn't come back by then, we'll rush in!"
"Okay!" Everyone nodded in unison, sat down on the sword, and while meditating to restore their spiritual energy, they stared at the muddy water below. For a while, it seemed to have been forgotten, and the entire secret realm was closed in three days.
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Yi Qing only felt that as soon as his eyes darkened, the whole body sank downward, unable to gather any spiritual power, as if he had been evacuated in an instant, his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if something was squeezing it desperately, faintly Gusts of wind could be heard, and it was getting closer.
His heart tightened, and he directly summoned all the sword energy in his body, subconsciously surrounding him, and with a bang, something bounced off his side. That squeezing feeling was gone.
It was still dark all around, he could only let go of his divine sense and probed over, only then did he find that he was sinking continuously, like a bottomless pit, faintly seeing a large area of the wind blade condensed by the demonic energy under his feet, which was clattering. The sound seemed to form a wind blade wall, directly blocking the surrounding black mud.