The amethyst in the entire crystal hall was detonated, and half of Baisheng Academy was razed to the ground. The entire Yancheng shook, and a large number of cultivators rushed towards the Baisheng Academy. But to no avail, what should have happened happened, and the damned died.

Ning Xiaolou was also alarmed, and teleported directly from Weiran Palace to Baisheng Academy, and all he saw was devastation.

"It's a secret place. ”

Tang Xianxu, whose face was pale, looked at the huge crater in the center of the explosion, and his voice was trembling: "Judging from the location, it is the crystal hall, and it is Song Mouyuan's place." I told him a long time ago...... Those amethysts are unstable, unstable, don't mess around. ”

Ning Xiaolou glanced at Tang Xianxu: "Let's go first to see how many injured people there are, can they be treated, you are the first vice president, you are not messed up first?"

Tang Xianxu reacted at this time, and hurriedly took someone to check.

Ning Xiaolou slowly walked down the slope of the pit that had been blown out, and the violent air flow was still entrenched in the deep pit, cutting everything around him like a tornado. Ning Xiaolou waved his hand, and those turbulences immediately dissipated. He went to the bottom of the pit and looked around, and there was not even a single large brick in the center, it was all powder. The power of the amethyst explosion is too violent and too concentrated, Bai Sheng Academy is so big, half of Bai Sheng Academy is equivalent to three Illusory World Eternal Residence Cities being directly destroyed.

In the pile of powder, Ning Xiaolou picked up a ring...... He recognized it as Song Mouyuan's. This ring was originally given to Song Mouyuan by him, and there was a word on the ring...... Lift up.

At the beginning, he said to Song Mouyuan, I got your assistance, it was like getting Optimus Prime, and I slept peacefully. So I specially asked someone to create a ring for Song Mouyuan, but I didn't expect that he would die in such a daze.

Everyone was busy checking their injuries, and no one remembered that there were still disciples in the secret realm.

The secret realm is broken.

An Zheng didn't know where he had gone, he was caught up in the spatial turbulence. The most terrifying place in the world is the turbulence of space. When the space is shattered, the contents are sucked into the spatial turbulence. It's a gray area, not part of any world, but real. The turbulence here is sharper than the sharpest knife in the world, and even more violent than the most violent monster in the world.

No one can predict where and in what direction the turbulence will appear, and once they are swept in, they will only be shattered.

Throughout the ages, countless great cultivators have created countless spaces, which is equivalent to forcibly pulling a place that is only one size to tens or even hundreds of sizes, and one can imagine what kind of consequences will be caused once the space pulled out in this way is broken.

An Zheng floated, floating silently. He didn't dare to move, this was a completely weightless state, and he could rely on his own cultivation power to move and push himself forward. But here is the turbulence of space, and the slightest movement of his can have dire consequences. In later words, it was the butterfly effect, and if he moved lightly here, he would not know where a violent turbulence would occur.

And the distance of this turbulence is not necessarily very far.

The first time An Zheng encountered this situation, his life and death were completely out of his control, and he was not even expected.

He tried to take a deep breath, but was forced to press him down.

What to do?

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