From the moment he discovered the spatial disorder, Fu Yi determined that this secret realm was related to the Xuanniao clan.

Xiao Xiao may have awakened the relevant memories and knew when the secret realm would be opened, so he could just wait for rumors to be spread nearby.

He knew very well that the spatial confusion of the secret realm would cause a large number of living beings to fall, and at least the monks who stayed in place and studied how to get the treasures were likely to lose their alertness and be killed by attacks that came out of nowhere.

Since the monks below the god level could not sense the so-called spatial fluctuations, and did not have enough knowledge of the power of space, such an illusion as the secret realm, which had no formation and no divine aura, could easily be regarded as real.

If it weren't for the fact that Fu Yi knew that something was wrong from the beginning, and if she had taken the Heart Purifying Pill that Liu Feirou had personally refined, and that she still had a third-order super-grade Ning Divine Rune attached to her body, she would probably have stayed here, lured by these huge high-level spirit plants, and wanted to dig them up in a similar way.

At this time, it was determined that the crisis was caused by space, and Fu Yi made up his mind to start from the source of power underground.

Boom Boom –

There are more and more attacks, more and more complicated, and the clothes can no longer distinguish which one is a weapon attack and which one is the power of a rune treasure.

She didn't even know where this attack came from, could it be that the monks who had entered the secret realm were fighting so quickly? She didn't think about it, she had the courage to close her eyes, and used her divine sense to observe the devastated barren grassland, sensing the most powerful strange power underground.

"Found it!"

Fu Yi's divine sense was finally at the bottom of the ground ten zhang in front of her, sensing the strange power that was constantly emanating outward, she was happy in her heart, and she didn't care that her back was hit by a powerful Yuan Infant Yu Wei, she held back the surging qi and blood in her chest, gritted her teeth and galloped forward.

To the naked eye, she looked like she was running on the green grass composed of huge spirit plants, crashing into the large spirit grass from time to time, and then passing through it. And with her divine sense, she just rushed forward in the face of irregular attacks, and the defensive skirt that turned into a cyan emitted a soft and stable aura, protecting her all the way.

But in an instant, the internal organs of the clothes were slightly injured, and the pain was endless, and when she threw herself into the ground, she still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of turbid blood, and the blockage in her chest cavity was a little dissipated.

As soon as she dived into the ground, the strange power put her body and soul under tremendous pressure, as if she was twisted, as if she was being pressed down hard by a heavy object, and her every move was a little sluggish. But the whisk didn't stop, and she knew she was in the right place.

At first glance, the rock layers in the ground "look" the same as elsewhere, but the divine sense can never reach the place it wants to explore, either extending to the extreme distance that the sea of knowledge cannot reach, or suddenly reaching from the back, the side or the soles of the feet, and on two occasions it even pierces the ground, almost being cut off by a sharp sword light.

This is true of divine consciousness, and so is Qiankun. Each summon may have shifted the direction she wanted to reach, and every forcible attack failed to materialize, and several swords even disappeared out of thin air. She knew that most of her sword qi was the same as the attack on the ground, and it had been transmitted elsewhere for some reason, so she could only silently cry out for the bad luck of the monks who encountered these swords.

After dozens of swords were slashed, Fu Yi finally gained some experience from repeated attempts, and although her face was pale, there was a light of hope in her eyes. "Qiankun restricts your breath and allows the power of the Xuanniao Wing Feather in your body to attack!"

Qiankun was already a little anxious, although he wanted to hit the master's head violently from time to time, but in the final analysis, it was still a good sword that liked to fight for the master, and the delay in attacking the direction made it feel powerless, and at this time, when he heard the master's heart, he immediately changed his breath.

What was smelted into the sword body was the high-level Xuanniao Wing Feather in the ancient period, and the realm of the original owner far exceeded the stage of transformation into a god, and the moment the breath spread out, the breath of the same origin as the strange power of the earth would eventually return to normal in confusion.

Fuyi's heart was happy, Qiankun was connected to her heart, and the source of power sensed by the sword could also be perceived by her, and the dantian double fish continuously injected pure spiritual power into the sword body, and the breath of the black fish condensed a little bit, and in a few breaths, Qiankun burst out with a dazzling white light, and the spatial power contained in the light almost dispelled all the visions underground.

"Qiankun, go!"

Standing in the rock layer underground, it was like being suspended in a solid ocean, and Qiankun obeyed the order to submerge into the source of strange powers, one was the power of the secret space that had existed for a long time, and the other was the power of the Xuanniao wing feathers from the ancient period.

However, the infinite changes in space made the soul of the cloth seem to be cracked, and the tearing pain of the flesh was even more indescribable, she couldn't help but snort, but the voice was distracted by the entanglement of the power of this space.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the rhizomes and fertile soil of a huge spiritual plant, and when she closed her eyes, she saw countless fragments of different colors. Sometimes she seemed to be in the ground, barely holding her body steady by maintaining the Earth Escape Technique, and sometimes she seemed to be in the air, and there was no point of focus on her body.

No matter how the picture that Zhihai sees changes, the "origin point" of Qiankun and that nothingness is always in the middle of the picture.

Fu Yi can feel Qiankun's struggle, but he can also feel that the origin point is becoming more and more fragile through Qiankun, and the spatial power emitted is getting weaker and weaker. After several flashes of light, she finally saw the space around her change.

She inadvertently opened her eyes, only to see the rhizomes of the giant spirit plant twisted and shaped, as if the illusory light and shadow had been broken by the entity, revealing the real rock layer. Fu Yi hurriedly used the spiritual power and black fish breath, and poured it into the Qiankun without hesitation, almost draining the last fifty percent of the spiritual power.

Qiankun felt the master's resoluteness, and with a bang, he almost violently slashed towards the source point. The breath of the Xuanniao Wing Feather spread like a wave, and as the Demon Ancestor who controlled the power of space, the breath finally shook the foundation of the secret space.

I could only feel a dead silence, and finally after getting acquainted with it, I heard a small click, like a precious spar cracking, a slight but heart-warming palpitation.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang in his life that made his eardrums itch, and the impact of Zhihai made Fu Yi dizzy, and he could barely maintain the earth escape technique. When she summoned back to Qiankun with instinct, an irresistible force slammed her to the ground, lifted her into the air, and fell down quickly.

When it hit the ground, Fu Yi's mind was still blank, no part of his body could move, and less than one percent of his dantian spiritual power remained. The sharp pain in her internal organs made her cough softly, and she vaguely felt the burning blood spilling from her mouth.

But her eyes still lit up, because what she saw was no longer a giant spirit plant, and there were no more attacks from nowhere. "Finally...... Cracked...... Ahem, cough, cough, cough......" She lay on the barren and empty dry grassland, grinned slightly, and closed her eyes in peace.