Chapter 93: Out of the Secret Realm
Both Zhimeng and Zhilan here have adopted the method of evasion, Lin Miaoke has already succeeded in building the foundation, and she is not afraid of people from all sides.
After all, there is no world of difference between the foundation building and the qi refining period, and the difference is also very large. Ten Qi Refining Periods of Great Perfection may not be able to beat one foundation, this is a normal comparison.
What about the twenty? Can you tie it? After all, building a foundation is not the same as building a foundation. Lin Miao Ke is a personal disciple, and of course his combat power is different from that of ordinary disciples. Lin Miaoke estimated by herself that she would have a great consummation of twenty qi refining periods, and she was not afraid.
So what should Lin Miaoke do, she has confidence, and she doesn't think that the secret realm is so big that she can gather twenty disciples at once.
No, there are a lot more teams than two or three people before, and no matter how many people there are, there are no more than ten people. This secret realm is really too big, and it is only later that more people were released from various passages, so they ran into a few.
Wu Hao didn't know anything about this, and continued his move of honing his combat power. If he realized that there was danger here, he would not have ignored the dream. This kid is also dead-eyed now, and once he cultivates, he forgets everything.
If his mind is more active, and he can't live for such a short time, he will go back and see how the dream is, whether it is dangerous, whether there is any need.
Wu Hao is now immersed in the beautiful feeling of combat progress, the demon beasts here are much more fierce than the demon beasts in the new secret realm he was in before, and the level of combat power is also much stronger. He had just built a foundation, so honing his spell state of mind was the first.
He didn't know that Dream had tried to find him, but he didn't find it at all. If he knew, would he change his current practice?
But now Wu Hao has never thought about these things at all, and he may regret it in the future, what a good opportunity he wasted.
In fact, there is no need to be in the future, as soon as he comes out of the secret realm, he should know how dangerous it will be later, and he missed the opportunity to protect his beloved.
In this strange atmosphere in the secret realm, almost two months have passed. Although the fall of the disciples of each sect has slowed down, it is still decreasing. By the time the secret realm opened for a month or a year, the disciples of each sect had fallen by an average of fifty percent.
The high-level leaders of all factions were distressed, they were all excellent disciples, and there were so many less at once. The average number of disciples of each sect is fifty percent, but some sects have decreased, such as the first major faction, the Tibetan faction, which only has a few fewer disciples.
For example, only a few people have fallen in the Swordsman Sect, and the faces of the high-level leaders of these two factions are a little better. The one that decreased, that is, the one that fell the most, was the Danqi Gate, and then the Rune Array Gate. The disciples of these two factions have always been not strong in combat power, but they didn't expect that this combat power was not a little bit worse.
There are less than ten people left in these two sects, and there are a little more people in the Fu Array Sect, and there are more than a dozen people left. In fact, the high-level leaders of the two factions know in their hearts, and the disciples of their sects should have been robbed and killed by others.
The particularity of their two sects determines that their disciples are rich in wealth and not strong in combat. It is a treasure trove that moves without any danger, and does not rob them, but robs whom.
But what can these high-level leaders say, they can't find substantial evidence, what to do with the disciples of these other sects. Both factions thought that if there was such a thing in the future, they would not participate in it, and they could no longer afford such losses.
The high-level leaders of the two factions waited for the closure of the secret realm with a disgraced face, and no one could have imagined that the secret realm would be open for such a long time this time. After all, it is a new secret realm, and everyone is still in the exploration stage.
In the end, this new secret realm was suddenly squeezed by a burst of spiritual power fluctuations throughout the year. Then all the disciples who were alive in the secret realm were excluded from the squeeze.
When these living disciples suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the secret realm, the high-ranking members of the various sects breathed a sigh of relief. There was another burst of flesh pain, and these disciples counted it, and they hadn't even entered half of it.
After a dizziness, he knew that he had been teleported out of the secret realm. As soon as she landed, she started looking for Zhilan, and Zhilan was doing the same. There weren't many people in the clearing, and soon both saw each other.
The two lunged at each other, then hugged each other. Wu Hao was far away from both of them, but his eyes caught the dream first. The current appearance of the dream can really be said to be similar to that of a beggar, and the clothes are still strips.
Wu Hao saw the clothes he gave to Zhimeng in this strip of clothes, which were also in this strip. He was a little speechless, and wanted to hold his forehead, but he quickly rushed to the dream, and the two were already hugging each other.
Wu Hao quickly took out an ordinary piece of clothing and covered it on Zhimeng's body. This strip of clothing walked around in the dream, revealing the white and tender skin inside.
The two sisters are the survivors of the catastrophe, and the two of them have always worried about each other in the secret realm. In the early days, Dream always felt that Zhilan was calling himself, and he looked desperate.
She was even more worried, there were not many people in the open space today, and her dream heart was even tighter. The unusually enthusiastic dream made Zhilan cry. She started crying quietly, then louder.
Wu Hao hurriedly made an enchantment, so that Zhilan did not make a fool of himself in public. At this time, Lin Miaoke also saw Zhilan and Wu Hao, and she soon came to them.
Lin Miaoke saw that the little junior sister who was crying breathlessly in the enchantment was not only distressed. Looking at the few disciples of various factions in the open space, Lin Miaoke's eyes flashed.
Wu Hao saw Lin Miaoke coming over and nodded at her. He also saw his senior sister's cultivation, and she had entered the foundation building period, and her spiritual power was stable, which was quite good.
Finally, after the Lan in the enchantment cried bitterly, he quickly collected his emotions. After venting the fear that had accumulated in her heart, she was much more comfortable. She also saw the embarrassed image of the dream, and almost laughed out loud.
If she hadn't cried a little hard, she would have laughed out loud. Zhilan collected her tears, sniffed, looked at Zhimeng and said, "Why did you do this, if I wasn't too familiar with you, I would almost not recognize you!"
Zhimeng hurriedly tightened the clothes that Wu Hao had just put on her.
"Really, just after crying, you came to laugh at me, well, give you a smile, make you laugh enough!" The dream was also helpless, for a while, I thought that the jade plate was broken and could not be repaired. She fought the monster like crazy, or she wouldn't have been able to do this.
When Zhimeng was crying, not only did he look at the disciples in the clearing, were these people left? Zhimeng's eyes also narrowed, he didn't expect these people to be so crazy.
Look at your body again, you can't cover your clothes. Just now I was just thinking about Zhilan, thinking about whether she was still alive and well, and I didn't pay attention to my condition.