Above the valley, Dajiao, entrenched between the clouds and rain, is waiting for the stone tablet of the "Ten Thousand Forests Secret Realm" to break.

As soon as the stele cracks, it means that the internal space begins to crumble, and everything will turn into chaos.

"Do you want to block the exit?" The second emperor under the throne of the demon ancestor had such a thought in his mind.

Even, it began to calculate in earnest, analyzing how high the chances of the Misty Emperor Venerable surviving from the spatial turbulence were.

In the end, Emperor Cangling believed that this third child still had some means that should not be underestimated, and after hesitating for a moment, he could only give up in a hurry.

Then I heard a loud bang.

The stele shook, and a figure surrounded by mist flew upside down from it.

There were also fog masses around it that exploded, separating thousands of debris and scattering in all directions.

Cang Ling was startled when he saw this, and asked with some schadenfreude:

"Third child, why are you so embarrassed?"

Fog Ming snorted angrily, "There are two Emperor Realms hidden inside, and there are also secret realm blessings, so it's just a sudden attack." ”

"Two Emperor Realms?" Da Jiao twisted his body in the clouds and mist, and he was a little distressed at first, and the lion and tiger beast under his command must be gone.

But the distress is only for a moment, the emperor sits on the world, and sooner or later he will be able to cultivate another capable thug.

Immediately, Emperor Cangling raised his interest again, "In addition to that old deer, the other one is probably the infiltrator-what's the situation with him, is it an ancient demon?" ”

"Today, it's a bit interesting that there are still strong people who can quietly advance to the Emperor Realm."

"......" the Fog Emperor was speechless.

It will never admit that after the fight just now, it was blasted out without even seeing the appearance of the other party.

After pondering for a moment, he replied coldly, "Since you are so interested, let's go in and see for yourself." ”

The Cang Lingwei laughed, "Why don't you do it?" Let's work together, unless the Holy Ancestor returns, no one is afraid. ”

"Let's go."

The fog agreed, regrouped his momentum, condensed a monstrous aura, and returned to the secret realm to fight again.

The dense fog converged into a stream and rushed towards the stele.

Rumble!

The stele shook violently, and the handwriting of the demon ancestor continuously released flashes, and the fog stream was like a wave hitting the hard reef, shattering into ten thousand water droplets, flying upside down.

The Misty Emperor almost hit his head on the stone tablet.

Didn't go in.

Dajiao flew down from the clouds, and also tried, but the result was also a collision with the stone tablet, and the location of the space passage could not be found at all.

"It's still a few hours before the closure of the secret realm, why is this happening?"

The only explanation is that Wanlin Palace has been inherited.

"The secret realm created by the ancestors of the people, it seems that there is a secret method that can be closed in advance." Emperor Cangling respected the secluded way.

The dense fog filled the valley, boiling violently, showing the furious emotions of the figure in the fog.

The secret realm was stolen, and he shot it himself, but he was blasted out again, and now he can't even get in.

Several encounters in a row made the fog faintly realize that from the moment it went to the Terran border to suppress the formation, all its actions fell into the other party's calculations.

Now, a secret realm has been lost, ten demon kings and several big demons have died, and this loss is not unmistakable.

And what angered the fog the most was the feeling of being played with in the palm of his hand.

How can you endure the shame?

"In the secret realm of Wanlin, there is a method that can be opened in advance - the 'banquet talisman' left by the master of the secret realm back then, and those who hold this talisman are guests, and they can have a chance to enter directly."

Emperor Cangling suddenly spoke, providing a secret that even the fog was not aware of.

Seeing that the third child was so embarrassed, Cang Ling was actually happy in his heart, but after all, he had also lost a general, and his face was also damaged, so he must not stop there.

When the Misty Emperor heard this information, he was inevitably suspicious, and stared at the big Jiao in the air, "Why do you know about this?" ”

"It's just hearsay, I don't have this banquet charm." Cang Ling replied calmly, just adding a sentence in his heart - because it had been used up a long time ago.

"Send a message to the eldest and fourth, or offer a reward to the world, sooner or later you can find it."

The fog was silent.

Do you want to spread the ugly story of your setbacks to the world?

The dense fog that overflowed in the valley suddenly contracted rapidly, and a dangerous aura emerged, and Da Jiao saw this and hurriedly flew away.

The mist continued to compress and solidify, and finally formed a grayish-white gelatinous mucus that slowly wriggled and wrapped the stele tightly inside.

The four words "Wanlin Secret Realm", which are constantly flashing, are also completely covered.

"Fang Cai made a move in the secret realm, and fought with the two emperor realms with all his might, and the small space will only accelerate the collapse, and it won't last long." The Misty Emperor said indifferently.

"That sneaky guy, since you don't dare to come out, let's wait inside to die."

It has completely sealed off the stele.

"That's right." Emperor Cangling shook his huge head, looking a little disappointed.

"I'd better go and help you find the banquet talisman, the lion tiger beast is trapped inside, there must be a whereabouts, otherwise as an emperor, where is my face?"

In the long groan, the wind and rain were shaking.

The blue-black slender figure escaped into the clouds, like a giant python, swimming away, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the valley, in the faint mist, there was still a purple-red halo flickering endlessly.

"Damn it......"

……

The attention of the two demon emperors has been on the stone tablet, but they have not paid attention to a small detail.

When the fog was blasted out of the secret realm, the fog around him exploded and splashed everywhere.

The thousands of wisps of fog scattered by it encounter a breeze in the air, and they fly lightly by the wind, and most of them gradually dissipate.

But there was a wisp of it that flew far away, and finally melted into the bleak cold wind, and came and went wantonly over the wilderness.

The wind enters the North Mountain, and the bamboo leaves rise.

Zhu An breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done." ”

……

For Zhu'an, controlling a small independent space is a key part of the layout.

This big world, hidden danger, even if you live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, it is like a piece of meat soaked in a hot pot, no matter how low-key it is, sooner or later there will be a day when it will be fished up by diners.

A small, independent and enclosed space is completely different.

The secret realm of Wanlin has existed for 20,000 years and has experienced at least one catastrophe, and the sika deer in it has no concept of this, waiting for the owner and still living safely to this day, which is enough to prove its safety.

Over the years, Zhu An has collected a large number of information on the secret realm, and as a preparatory goal, he has evaluated them one by one.

Among them, the Wanlin Secret Realm ranks first, as a holy place for plants and trees, it is naturally the most suitable for a bamboo.

Its importance is so high that it is worth him to use the strength of the Emperor Realm to directly attack a demon emperor, so a little information is exposed, and it is still earned.

Now, the great work is done, and a wisp of soul has taken root in the secret realm.

Even if it encounters a catastrophe in the future, the ontological arrow bamboo that lives in seclusion in Beishan is destroyed, and there is a chance to make a comeback.

Of course, the ontology is too important and contains thousands of years of hard work, and it cannot be easily discarded.

At the critical moment, directly moving the entire North Mountain into the secret realm is also a life-saving hole card.

After this big event, Zhu An was in a good mood, and the bamboo leaves rustled and rubbed, as if he was humming a little song.

At the same time, he shook the bamboo body comfortably, walked around, and looked around.

Not far away, outside the willow forest, the red fox Hongyun is trying to teach the chestnut squirrel to speak demon language.

One "squeak", one "squeak", the chicken and the duck speak, the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth.

The two tails, one large and one small, are constantly flicking around, but they have achieved synchronization.

Zhu An looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a demon beast missing here.

Who's missing.

"Marimaru...... Could it be that he is still in the tempering pool of the bear clan? ”

The bamboo branch shook gently, and Zhu An sighed.

"It's such a long way, just let Marimaru walk back slowly, I won't accompany the story."

The story of the black bear Jing Xitian's scriptures, he has no inspiration for the time being, so it is difficult to continue to make it up......

In the hinterland of the bear clan, in the spring pool, Marimaru slurped and drank the spring water, while silently reciting in his heart:

"Kitayama no Bamboo, are you there?"

"I'm full, what's next?"