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That square, they had seen it with their own eyes, and the final confrontation was that those undead creatures escaped from the countercurrent forest, and the hedgehogs gathered on the edge of the square with the intention of resisting.

"When I first saw that square with all the Daoists of the Sword Pavilion...... "The drunken ghost recalled that day, sadness and pride, and couldn't hide it, but at the same time, he still couldn't help but turn pale, the scene of that day, now think about it, how did he have the courage to rush over?

"Actually, all of you have overlooked one thing. The drunken ghost smiled bitterly, "Until now, no one has wondered where those undead have gone. ”

As soon as they heard the words of the drunken ghost, everyone's hearts were in a pang.

Yes, although the undead creatures they faced in the end were strong, they were really nothing compared to before! And they were all seen with their own eyes, the main force of the undead creatures suddenly broke away from the front line and rushed to the depths of the secret realm of a hundred battles like crazy.

How many undead were gone? No one knows, but Leqo knows that the ones they faced in the end were a drop in the bucket compared to those who left.

So many undead...... Where did it go?

The drunken man stretched out his hand and squeezed the wine glass in his hand, his eyes glowing with infinite complexity.

Neither did they speak, but waited silently.

"When we saw that square, those top-level undead creatures were all on the square. The drunken took a deep breath before continuing, "At that moment, the undead on the ground were attached one by one, covering the entire square. In the air, there are also countless monsters flying, ready to fill the void at any moment. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but frown instinctively—this is too fake, isn't it? If there really are so many undead creatures, how can you survive?

The drunken ghost lowered his head, drank the wine in his glass, and refilled it, and then said with a little drunkenness: "Now that I think about it, these undead creatures must be really clever but mistaken by cleverness! They actually set a trap for me to wait deep into the square, and then suddenly closed and wanted to kill all of us who were left behind. ”

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but chill.

They could imagine the scene - the drunken ghost and the others were all the way to the undead army. Just when everyone thought that these monsters were nothing more than that, all of a sudden, these terrifying monsters, with their fierce faces and fangs exposed, instantly turned into a quagmire, trapping everyone to death......

What should we do in the face of such danger?

Nobody knows.

No, they knew! They now finally knew how the three Mahayana monks who had gone out with the drunken ghosts had fallen......

Sure enough, there was a grief that could not be concealed in the voice of the drunken ghost: "Sword Pavilion Supreme Elder Fei Yuanzhi and Nangong Boshan did not hesitate to use their own bodies to perform secret methods, and the elder of my sect blatantly blew up the Yuan Baby, which opened a way and kept moving forward." ”

This faint sentence is tragic, but it makes people tremble when they think about it.

Mo Wangshan patted the stool made of boulders in front of him: "They are all good men! I used to say that the monks were a little weak in their paranoia, but now it seems that they are wrong!"

"You've probably all seen it before, there's a small building across the square. The drunken ghost looked at Mo Forget Mountain and continued.

Everyone nodded. In their opinion, it should be a small building built by drunken ghosts and others with magical powers, to resist the attack of the undead. Now it seems that there is something else hidden in it.

Sure enough, I only heard the drunken ghost say: "At that time, we all know that the only way out should be in the strange little building in front of us. ”

"Drunken Palm Sect, here...... How could there be a small building? This ......" Pang Shan, one of the Eight Scattered Cultivators, finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

All this is too incredible!

The drunken ghost looked at Pang Shan: "I was surprised at that time, and it was even better than Daoyou! At that time, before I broke into the small building with my life, I found that I was ...... This small building is protected by the formation, and we can't enter it at all!"

When I think of the despair at that time, the drunken ghost still has lingering palpitations. The kind of despair that sees a way to live, but is ruthlessly blocked, the kind of death that is surrounded by countless powerful monsters...... Why do monks want to cultivate, why do they want to ascend, and they want to escape death. Speaking carefully, monks are the most afraid of death. What are they practicing powerful magical spells, refining their bodies, and cultivating sacrificial treasures?

In order to be able to kill enemies who endanger their own lives.

But the drunken ghosts they face are a powerless enemy, they are fierce and vicious, and they want to tear everyone apart!

There is a road ahead, but it is not passable......

"The strength of that magic circle is something I have never heard of or seen in my life! There are so many innate treasures bombarded, but there is nothing to be done at all. The drunken ghost began to fall into the past, and his eyes were blood-red, "It was still the Sword Pavilion Elder Yang Xianyi Daoyou, who brazenly blew up the Yuan Ying and his body, and only then did he open a gap and enter the small building. ”

And all the people were silent.

"As soon as I entered the small building, not a single undead creature dared to approach it. It's just that in this small building...... But there is a ......" The drunken ghost suddenly realized, and instantly stood up, and a huge Dao thought swept out.

The crowd changed color!

The drunkard was not only telling them how amazing what he was about to say, but also unconcealing the fear in his heart!

What is it that makes the drunken ghost, a Mahayana monk, a giant of the evil path, and the supreme head of the Oujiu Mountain Pass, so cautious even when he talks about it?

No one would suspect that a drunken ghost was posturing, and a Mahayana monk would not do such a boring thing.

"Everyone, do you remember the fairy world?" the drunken ghost Dao Nian swept around, and then pointed his finger and released the Qiankun Pot, enveloping the entire mountain in the power of the Qiankun Pot, before he spoke.

As soon as he heard the drunken ghost's words, although all the monks present were Mahayana monks, they still stood up in unison and shouted, "What did you say?"

Mo Forgetshan was even more anxious, and his figure flashed in front of the drunken ghost: "Drunken Palm Sect, what's going on......?" What's going on in the fairy world?"

The drunken ghost glanced at Mo Forgetshan with cold eyes, and then threw away the wine glass in his hand, and said in a rough voice: "Then tell me, who else can envelop a secret realm and formulate all kinds of unbelievable rules? You even limit the upper limit of strength! You tell me, who else can kill so many undead creatures in an instant? You tell me!"

Everyone was shocked on the spot.

Pang Shan hesitated for a long time before he said softly: "Could it be ...... All of this was made by the fairy world? but...... Why did the fairy world come up with these things?"

The drunken ghost tried to calm down for a moment, and then said, "I waited for the small building to break through, and I don't know how much effort it took to break the floor slab. Above that little building, we saw ...... We see ...... The remnants of the soul of an immortal venerable in the immortal realm are left here!"

Before he knew it, the drunken ghost had burst into tears, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you know what that Immortal Venerable Divine Soul Remnant Nian calls me?"

"We are rebellious! We are remnants!" the drunken ghost suddenly shouted, tears raging, "Everyone, do you know now, why have you never seen a monk who has ascended to the immortal realm come back?

"No...... No...... Wouldn't it?"

If the cultivation world is rebellious in the eyes of the immortal world, then ...... Doesn't it mean that those predecessors who have worked hard to cultivate and ascend to the immortal realm, after going through a lot of hardships, happily ascended to the immortal realm, but they were taken down and killed by the immortal realm on the spot?

This...... It's horrible!

"That's not right!" Lie Que roared: "Drunken Palm Sect, if you say that we are rebellious and remnant...... When did we rebel, and whose remnants were?"

The drunken ghost sat down dejectedly: "Ancient monk." ”

There was a deathly silence at the scene.

"Among them, many things were told to me by Sword Pavilion Xu Zhang, otherwise...... We don't know why. The drunken ghost seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his voice was low and almost inaudible.

Then, the drunken ghost narrated and told Xu Yiyang the secrets about the ancient monks - this was also negotiated by the drunken ghost during the time when he was waiting for the army to come in the square.

Because since there is a hint of the immortal realm, it means that the cultivation realm will face the great enemy of the immortal realm in a long time or in the near future.

Some secrets, naturally, are to be known to everyone. In fact, there is no benefit in hiding these secrets.

Only by making it public, and making everyone aware of the threat, can there be room for manoeuvre.

Because this involves the question of where to go in the cultivation world!

"Cultivation Realm, Spirit Realm, and Immortal Realm......" Hearing these words, everyone was in a trance.

In this world, they used to think that everything was under their control. But now, all of a sudden, they felt that the world had become strange in an instant, that they didn't know anything about it, like strangers.

For now, the most likely thing to do is the following inference. "The drunken ghost became serious, and all the sadness and panic were swept away," the ancient monk started a war with the immortal realm, which was determined by the Sword Pavilion. That great war created the current cultivation realm and the spirit realm, and the spirit realm should be a fragment of the world during the ancient monk period. Now, the spirit world should still stand on the opposite side of the fairy world, and our so-called ascension should be entering the spirit world. ”

"What is the attitude of the spirit world towards us?" the drunken ghost sighed, "Why did the immortal realm discover our existence and arrange such a world-destroying magic circle?

Listening to these questions, everyone fell into deep thought.

After a while, Lie Que suddenly spoke: "I want to go to the Sword Pavilion and his party, these things ...... I still can't avoid the Sword Pavilion!"