These three voices are different.

Each line represents the person's strange mood when he speaks.

And it's over here.

Ye Xuanfeng's team.

When they are separated by the air far away.

Hear, these three voices.

And the next second, when he looked up with different expressions, he looked over there.

At this time.

In the Blazing Smoke Country, in the secret realm, in a few other places.

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Or, the dense forest with towering ancient trees and green waves;

Or, towering, rolling mountains;

Or...

It was in the desert scene where Ye Xuanfeng and the others were located.

Away from them, at this time, there is near, a few kilometers away on a high slope of loess...

In the secret realm, several places.

At the moment, it's ongoing.

Some, big or small struggles.

These wars, there are.

A procession marched forward, walking and walking.

There were some contradictions between its members, and both sides scolded each other.

From the battle of words, slowly, divided into two factions.

Between each other, there was a fight.

Yes, yes.

Some small teams, met the big team opposite.

The latter provokes the former and deliberately finds fault.

The former were forced and had to participate in the struggle.

In the end, the two sides fought very fiercely.

There are others, many kinds.

Team to team, team to person... The cause of the outbreak.

And without exception.

No matter how the two sides fight.

The end result is...

Those who deliberately provoked the incident in the past are either very top in terms of strength.

Either that, the strength is to make up for it.

But you can always come up with some very powerful, high-level spiritual weapons.

This led to their victory, and in the end, they all won.

And the passive side is a complete failure!

All of them ended up being strangled by the former.

But, there is a secret.

It's all, the dead immortal cultivators, don't know.

That is, those who have won, "immortal cultivators".

In each of their storage bags, there is a small bead.

That bead is the same as what Ye Xuanfeng saw yesterday.

In the hands of the young man in black.

Same!

....

Such as.

At this time, in this secret realm.

Somewhere next to a swamp.

One team.

It is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old and has the strength of the second order of the Spirit King.

The team he leads.

Right now, right here.

and one, a third-order leopard demonic beast, entangled.

Because the leader of the team is very experienced.

Plus, the rest of the immortal cultivators in the team.

Their strength is not low.

Most of them are there, from the second order of the spirit to the ninth order of the spirit person.

Although several people were halfway, they got together.

But in the past few days, as early as in large and small fights, there has been a certain tacit understanding of the battle.

Therefore, at this time, they are all cooperative.

It went very well.

Under the command of a middle-aged man.

"Hey!"

In the end, they worked together and subdued one after another, the leopard monster.

"Okay, everyone did a great job!"

"Now, let's distribute the good things on this leopard monster according to the credit of everyone's contribution this time!"

Look, that leopard monster.

Bleeding profusely, he swallowed his last breath.

The middle-aged man stepped forward very neatly and distributed the supplies.

"If you can't get the rest, don't worry!"

"Next time, as long as you behave well, you will have something to take!"

The experience of a middle-aged man is very sophisticated.

After a few words, everyone was convinced.

Moreover, in the world of cultivation.

Everyone, very well aware of the thing, that is.

In the Secret Realm.

If you want to be alone, get the baby.

Then it's better to take your own people into action, or act on your own.

The disadvantage of this is that the strength is not strong enough.

Most likely, you will die on the spot!

And once, a certain immortal cultivator wants to join a certain team.

and the people in the team, together with the action.

Then it is inevitable that the fruits of victory should be divided according to strength.

And the downsides of doing so.

Yes, the chances of survival are quite high.

But..., if the strength is too low, you can't get the treasure.

Therefore.

In the team, those martial arts are at a lower level.

They can't get a share of the fruit, this thing.

Although in my heart, I am quite unwilling.

But for the sake of their own lives, they still endured it one by one.

Watching those who are of high strength.

Took away, middle-aged man, divided the leopard skin/Nedan.. Something like that.

Everything was done in a very short time.

The middle-aged man said.

"Let's hurry up now and change places, otherwise the rest of the demonic beasts will smell blood and come to us!"

"It's not good!"

"Yes!"

The rest replied.

As before, I cleaned it up casually.

They all got up and followed the middle-aged man towards the other side of the swamp.

However.

A group of people, before waiting to get out, a distance of dozens of meters.

Facing each other, another group of people suddenly appeared.

The group was a team of ten strong men.

They are white-looking.

Dressed, and the middle-aged men's team, similar to the simple service.

Looks, it's like another team.

A team of immortal cultivators.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward with a friendly face.

Reach out and shake it at the other person.

On the other hand, he asked very, relatablely.

"A few fellow Daoists, this is the plan, where are you going?"

In the secret realm.

Normally, as long as two teams of immortal cultivators meet.

When you are not sure if there are any treasures on the other party.

They won't just fight.

Especially, in the days when I just entered, the secret realm.

This is also the reason why middle-aged men take the initiative to make peace first.

After all, the other day.

The middle-aged men's team, too, have encountered such and similar things.

In addition to the encounters in it, a very powerful team.

The team of middle-aged men who were forced to hand over two, third-order spiritual weapons to save their lives.

The rest of the Immortal Cultivator team.

They are all, to each other.

Nodding, snorting, and that's it.

There has not been any conflict.

The middle-aged man is very sure that the result this time is the same as before.

Therefore.

Just finished saying this.

He was very confident, and looked up at the leader of the team opposite.

But, don't want the next second.

The other party, the sturdy man in the lead.

looked at the middle-aged man, but for a moment, he suddenly showed a very strange smile.

The middle-aged man who watched it couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

In the middle-aged man's heart, a bad feeling suddenly rose.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed quickly.

A very wary look.

Said cautiously.

"Brother, brother, you are..."

As he spoke.

The middle-aged man quietly took a few steps back.

The hand that shook the sturdy man was immediately retracted.

Sturdy men, will it all.

It's all in the eyes.

But he didn't have any panic/other reactions.

Rather, the corners of the lips of a muscular man.

It's getting more and more upward, and it's getting bigger.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a murderous smile.

"We're going to stay here!"

"Send you to hell!"