In a trance, Qin Fan seemed to see the scene where those people died for him again.

Those followers who blew themselves up and died without a whole body.

The mature and charming woman dragged Xiaoli's legs and feet, and said goodbye to him.

That scene, that tragedy, had been forever engraved into his soul, and he would never forget it.

From that day on, Qin Fan decided to replace Qin Fan, who was already dead in this world, and live together with his share.

Unconsciously, a thick murderous aura poured out of Qin Fan's body, the sword aura was pressing, and the murderous aura was as if it were substance, as if it was straight into the sky.

The air around him froze, and the whispers of conversation stopped at some point.

Everyone's eyes turned to Qin Fan, exploring, playful, and curious.

"Brother Qin!"

Xiao Mu's voice seemed to be far and close in his ears, Qin Fan felt that his sleeves were being pulled, it was Leng Qian who was pulling him, and finally brought him back to his senses. Turning his head to look at the atmosphere around him again, he immediately understood that the murderous intent he had unintentionally displayed had made him the target of public criticism.

It's all people from the innate realm, and he can't even control his emotions, I'm afraid everyone else is laughing at him, right?

He hurriedly pretended to be casual, turned his head, and no longer looked at Qin Shiyi, and at the same time covered up the murderous intent in his heart, and the atmosphere gradually recovered.

"Enemy?" Leng Qian asked in a low voice.

Qin Fan nodded.

"Bad guys?"

Qin Fan nodded again.

"Wicked?"

Still nodding.

"Damn it, I'll help you. ”

Qin Fan couldn't help it this time: "Miss Leng, do you believe me? Maybe I'm just a personal enmity with him?"

"You're a good guy, and if you hate him, he's damned. ”

It was still a strange tone that cherished words like gold, but at this moment, Qin Fan was moved by her.

"Why? We've only just met, right?"

She shook her head.

Xiao Mu said thoughtfully: "Brother Qin, I once heard that swordsmen must have their own sword hearts and set their own rules of conduct. They will follow their ideas and will stand firm in their beliefs. Once they decide on something, no matter how much others persuade it, it is useless. Miss Leng believes that you are a good person, and in her worldview, the person who is hated by good people must be bad people, and for her, bad people should be killed, and there is no need for more reasons.

What's more, Brother Qin, your killing intent just now was so strong, so tragic, and the hatred was so strong that even the two of us could empathize with it. Something terrible must have happened, right?"

Leng Qian nodded, echoing Xiao Mu's words.

Qin Fan sighed, but didn't explain too much.

Half an hour later, all the personnel finally arrived.

At the suggestion of His Majesty the Emperor, the glamorous national teacher finally let people open the palace gate, and under her leadership, the group entered the palace one after another.

The moment he entered, a wave of rich spiritual power fluctuated towards him.

Because they had been warned in advance, everyone held their breath and even wrapped their shoes with spiritual power, and everyone was afraid of making the slightest movement.

Qin Fan followed among the crowd, walking in the palace, looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

The palace is large and very empty.

The walls and floor tiles were all some kind of turquoise stone, exuding faint spiritual power fluctuations. Although it is weaker than the spiritual power contained in the spirit stone, every brick in the whole is attached to the spiritual power.

The intensity of spiritual power inside the palace was at least twice as high as that outside the palace.

On both sides of the palace are huge stone pillars lined up, each of which needs to be hugged by two people, and the top of the stone pillar is carved with a lifelike full-body portrait.

These must be generations of ancestor emperors, right?

Even if it's just a stone statue, it's still so majestic and so high.

At the front of the palace is a huge golden dragon chair, on which sits a person, his expression is quiet and peaceful, at first glance, it looks like a real person. It wasn't until Qin Fan walked in that he suddenly found that it was a jade carving.

This person should be the first founder of the country, the Yanlong Emperor, right?

He is also the founder of the secret realm, and a former half-immortal-level super powerhouse.

The National Teacher and His Majesty the Emperor at the front of the team walked to the dragon chair and bowed respectfully and deeply, while the others followed suit and saluted silently.

After saluting, the national teacher beckoned to everyone, signaling everyone to stop, and then she actually walked to the dragon chair, as if she had pressed a certain mechanism, and heard a click of the sound of the mechanism, and the golden dragon chair moved a position, and a hole appeared underneath.

A faint white mist floated out of the cave, it turned out to be an even more exaggerated, thicker spiritual power, a spiritual mist completely condensed by spiritual power!

Qin Fan was shocked, this spiritual mist was almost equivalent to the level contained in the spirit stone.

In other words, cultivating here is equivalent to continuously absorbing spirit stones, and I am afraid that after two or three hours of cultivation, you can directly break through the first level!

However, when Qin Fan planned to secretly absorb some spiritual mist, he was discouraged to find that he couldn't absorb it at all.

Turning her head, Leng Qian also pouted, revealing a regretful expression - this girl seems to have the same idea as him.

Okay, Qin Fan knew that he was thinking too much, if it was so easy to absorb, what secret realm would he go, what treasure would he want, and he would quickly break through to the Bigu realm here, wouldn't he be fragrant?

After entering the underground, Qin Fan's heart felt more depressed and heavier.

Goosebumps all over the body.

Even, he couldn't help but start to stop one step at a time, turning his head to look around, looking nervous.

It always felt as if there was something invisible around him, showing his fangs in the eyes of the tiger.

Except for a few powerful sects such as Qi Immortal Palace, who were full of confidence in their own strength and their expressions remained unchanged, the expressions of the other people were also the same as Qin Fan.

Even Xiao Mu in the Bigu Realm is a little dignified.

The underground palace has nine bends and eighteen bends, and the further you go, the narrower the road and the lower the terrain. From the original width of ten people side by side, to now there are only four people side by side. After walking for about ten minutes, Qin Fan estimated that the position he was in might have reached a depth of more than ten meters underground.

Finally, the team stopped.

The field of vision widened for a moment, and at the end appeared a large room with a large black platform in the middle, surrounded by four staircases, and a large altar above.

Above the altar, stood a huge stone door, no, just a door frame.

On the left and right sides of the door frame, two giant dragons circling are carved, like two dragons playing with pearls.

The dragon's head is one left and one right, and the dragon's mouth is wide open, as if choosing people to eat.

His Majesty the Emperor and the glamorous national teacher each took out a sigil from their bodies and put them into the dragon's mouth. Immediately, the dragon's body shone brightly, the stone gate emitted a dazzling brilliance, energy surged, and an illusory and distorted energy gate appeared in the door frame!

It was only at this time that the national teacher spoke: "Everyone line up and go in one by one." Through this gate, you can enter the Flame Dragon Secret Realm. However, remember that if you accidentally lose your badge, you will never be able to leave, so please be sure to keep it safe. At noon after thirty days in the secret realm, this door will be open for half a day, remember, remember. ”