"The people of the Iron Palm Gang, this time they really gave up on themselves, alas! Maybe in the near future, the names of the Eighteen Sects will change!" A miserable scream suddenly pulled Yinchen back to reality, and at the same time, Zhang Mengmeng's cold and ruthless words also sounded in his ears. At this time, in the battle circle, Wang Shenhai's spear just pierced through the chest of the Iron Palm Gang disciple.

It was a disciple of Peiyuan Great Perfection, and he was completely used to fill the number.

The people around Silver Dust cheered, they were all Demon Dao, naturally cheering for the Demon Dao, the onlookers on the other side of the righteous path all shook their heads and scattered, and the Iron Palm Gang's abstention-like behavior disappointed them.

In the cheering crowd of demons, Silver Dust's face showed an abnormal flush in the light of the fire. A burning impulse was accumulating in his body little by little, and that was not the sequelae of the Remnant Soul Sutra.

"Elemental compensation?!" Silver Dust almost shouted. Only then did he realize that the ability of [Hacking] was actually a whole set of light-attribute magic. At this time, he has been monitoring the progress of the opening of the secret realm, which is equivalent to saying that he has been casting spells, and the elemental compensation of hedging the physique is unavoidable.

Silver Dust smiled bitterly, and did not stop hacking into magic, thinking about the upcoming journey to the secret realm, it might be a good thing to accumulate to the peak level of elemental compensation.

"Secret Realm, even in Gabroyle, I've only experienced it once!"

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The entrance to the secret realm was not opened in advance as the people of the Demon Pavilion. In the hours after the end of the ranked battle, the blood-colored light gate had been flickering brightly and extinctionally, and the huge demon eye had also been closed, only the demonic artifact Blood Floating Slaughter that had been contributed by the Demon Pavilion's contribution had always gathered the resentful spirit qi between heaven and earth, and the blood-red light flow flowed into the blood-red seven-story small tower like a dozen big rivers. The light wheels around the Blood Floating Slaughter have always increased unhurriedly at a specific rate, and if you continue to calculate at this speed, when all 72 light wheels are lit up and the door is opened, it will really be a yin hour.

A total of 21,316 monks with combat effectiveness who are still alive, including scattered cultivators, have already formed a phalanx according to the ranking of their respective sects or their own abilities, and lined up along the mountain path of Wangtian Peak, and the gate of the secret realm can only be opened at one time, only 500 people can pass through, and after each opening, they have to wait for a little time to regather their vitality and replenish their energy. After opening it in this way, more than 20,000 people need three full days to complete all the teleportations, and after that, the secret realm will be closed, and it will not be reopened until the next month's moon and day, providing a short period of three days for the people inside to go out, and after that, it is possible to close it permanently, because 60 years later, the lunar year and the moon will be cloudy and cloudy, and the Demon Pavilion will no longer risk the world's disapproval, and once again use the blood sacrifice of thousands of people to open the secret realm, so if you don't leave the secret realm within the opening time after a month, you will really die inside.

Silver Dust and Zhang Mengmeng separated, sitting in the middle of the hidden Demon Pavilion, which urgently transferred the 239 disciples in the body stage, and in the wide sleeves, the hacker terminal kept sending and receiving invisible and qualitative light signals, and also made Silver Dust's elemental compensation continue to accumulate in the direction of the dark attribute. Silver Dust snorted and closed his eyes, his eyes filled with golden rune codes.

He had been monitoring the actions of the Demon Powers Pavilion to open the secret realm, and the smell of conspiracy filled his nostrils. The masters of the Distraction Period and the Merge Dao Period swallowed the elixir condensed from the Blood Floating Slaughter, and a layer of blood cocoons quickly formed on their bodies, covering the aura of divine power that they could compress, and they became five people who seemed to have no cultivation. Silver Dust knew that there was a [Array] in that layer of blood cocoon, which was almost exactly the same as the [Array] on the blood-colored door, and it was exactly 5 sets of the best camouflage clothes. It is true that the Red Blood Demon Realm does not allow monks above the Transformation Qi to enter, but it is not allowed to enter, not that they are not allowed to survive in the Demon Realm. At this point, the people of the Demon Pavilion, and almost all the forces of good and evil in the world played word games.

Silver Dust didn't care about the filthy behavior of the Demon Pavilion, and he wasn't even very interested in the treasures in the Red Blood Secret Realm. As a mage, his demand for cold weapon equipment is infinitely close to zero, and it is impossible to unearth a mystery-level bazooka in the Red Blood Demon Realm.

Yinchen sighed while scanning the entire Juyuan Style through the highest authority, and what made him very disappointed was that the entire blood-colored light gate was just a portal, not a part of the secret realm itself, and there was no information about the secret realm itself, not even the information of the huge eyeball under the light gate. He sat in the middle of a group of disciples who had entered the cultivation level, and the only thing he gained was the Blood Floating Slaughter, because the Gathering Yuan Style on the Blood Floating Slaughter and the Gathering Yuan Style of the Secret Realm Gate were connected to each other, and Silver Dust used the highest authority of the Secret Realm Gate to easily hack into the Blood Floating Slaughter.

The Blood Floating Slaughter is a time-honored artifact, a treasure common to all bloodline True Yuan cultivators, and this treasure has been in the treasure house of the Demon Pavilion's treasury for 480 years, even longer than the history of the Purple Blood God Sect. It is the weapon of the old man of the blood demon who is the founder of the mountain to refine blood, and it has the effect of controlling all blood plasma within a radius of five zhang, and it can also completely purify the blood, and even transform one kind of blood into another, which is famous in the Wind Source Continent, but all this is useless to Silver Dust, he feels that if the treasure falls into his hands, he may one day become a dialysis machine for the life of the dying patient.

"Mystery-level medical equipment, will anyone use it?" "Silver Dust boredly monitored the operation of the Blood Floating Slaughter, and he was angry with heaven and earth, in today's monk world, the monks who specialize in blood art have long been extinct, and the exercises of the old man of the Blood Demon have not been handed down, and the outcome of this treasure falling into the hands of the Demon Wei Pavilion is the same as that falling into the hands of Silver Dust, that is, lying in the warehouse and eating dust. Although Yinchen is equivalent to becoming the new master of the Blood Floating Slaughter, he is not even in the mood to fiddle with this mysterious artifact.

Time slipped away in such a boring wait, and the other monks were all working hard to cultivate, but Yinchen could only close his eyes and adjust his mental state, he didn't dare to open the realm in front of so many people.

There is only a quarter of an hour left until October 2.

"Mowei Pavilion belongs, prepare!" Shen Tao's voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the night, and it sounded a bit like a wolf howling. Silver Dust didn't open his eyes, groping and lazily standing up with the crowd. On the side of the Divine Sword Gate, Fang Tianhang's command also sounded, and his voice always sounded weak.

Silver Dust didn't have an eye, so he naturally couldn't see the 72 light wheel blooming on the Blood Floating Slaughter, and he couldn't see the true red light like dawn in the huge blood-colored light gate. I couldn't see the magical and beautiful otherworldly land that slowly emerged in the light and gradually appeared in front of the monks. The young monks around Silver Dust let out heartfelt exclamations, and only he closed his eyes tightly, as if resisting the beauty in front of him.

The blood light slowly dispersed, revealing the world inside, and the noon sun shone warmly on the fresh grass, allowing the clusters of flowers that were originally shy to bloom slowly, like a girl's smile blooming into colorful wildflowers. A few colorful butterflies the size of a plate fluttered among the meadows, the fluttering dark blue fluorescent wings dazzled people's eyes, and in the distance of the meadow was a verdant low mountain, even if there was no gurgling water, but the green that was so tender that it could drip water did not make people worry that there would be no water to drink. The green mountains and green grass, but there are no tall trees, as if it is a meadow landform in a certain high latitude area. The wide view, the gentle scenery, and the fresh wind wafting from the distant land lifted the monks' spirits, as if they were about to enter not the last secret realm of the Purple Blood God Cult, but the last promised land left by the Heavenly Kingdom.

Silver Dust didn't open his eyes to take a look at this magnificent and alluring scenery, at this time he was immersed in the sea of rune codes, and watched with horror as the door of the secret realm opened, a mysterious force was frantically extracting a large amount of energy from Wangtian Peak, it was not the energy of blood, it was the energy of the soul, that is, the negative energy of the remnant soul that Silver Dust was most familiar with in recent times. Broken resentment, despair, sadness and other negative emotions turned into a miserable force field, the moment the blood-colored gate opened, and even the moment Fang Tianhang's order sounded, it began to rush towards an undetectable place behind the gate, the negative energy of those remnant souls was not the energy necessary to open the door, this point Silver Dust had more say than anyone else, and those 1,200 remnant souls were a huge wealth for the entire Demon Pavilion, it was impossible to just let it go.