As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, even though the saying of this 'robot' had been heard, it was obviously not groundless when it was directly said at this time.

Li Yutian's face sank even more, his refining weapon sect refining instrument is true, but it has always been used to take care of the cave mansion, and this practice has been spread among high-level monks.

"Hmph, little beast, do you think you can incite people's hearts with a few nonsense words?" Tong Yansu snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a stream of vitality flowed towards 'Lu Zhanfeng'.

Qinghua and Qingluo glanced at each other, they knew that this matter was difficult to get right, but 'Lu Zhanfeng' was the person Yufan pointed out to be protected.

Qinghua hurriedly swung out a burst of energy, stopped it, looked at Tong Yansu and said, "Elder Tong don't be impatient, it's a little inappropriate to do this, right?"

"Hmph!" Without waiting for Tong Yansu to speak, Li Yutian on the side snorted coldly: "My junior brother said very clearly, this thief is an outcast who killed his brother and seized the treasure, at this time, Senior Brother Tong found it out with a secret method, could it be that Qingyu Sect still wants to shield such evil criminals?"

Speaking is righteous and awe-inspiring, but he avoids talking about the matter of refining the artifact sect refining the machine, and his vitality is bulging, obviously he has the meaning of making a move if he doesn't agree.

Hearing this, Qinghua's brows furrowed tightly, and after a little thought, he dodged slightly.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo's face tightened, and he had already prepared, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his left hand, only to see a blue jade talisman fly out of his hand, and quickly pinched it with one hand to stimulate it.

Everyone only felt a strong aura surging out, and they looked at the sky in horror while palpitating.

I saw that the blue green jade talisman burst open in an instant, and then a tornado that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth appeared.

The tornado roared, and then it went towards the child's face on the cliff, and the number of wide pillars of wind directly enveloped the people on the cliff.

"Not good!" Feeling the energy breath in it, Tong Yansu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly encouraged the vitality of his body, and sacrificed one magic weapon after another to protect his body.

From this tornado, he felt a power that could seriously injure or even kill him, and he could not afford to face it carelessly.

Li Yutian and the two glanced at each other, and hurriedly sacrificed their magic weapons to move upward, wanting to help Tong Yansu resist the tornado.

Below, a group of foundation-building monks seemed to be stupid in the face of this huge tornado, and their bodies trembled and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the Yuan Infant Sage couldn't care about the excitement anymore, if this tornado was allowed to rage, I am afraid that none of these foundation building disciples would survive.

For a while, all kinds of magic weapons on the cliff wall were full of brilliance, exuding endless power to resist the blue and cyan tornado.

Qinghua and Qingluo smiled bitterly, and they naturally recognized that it was one of Uncle Yufan's stunts, Wind Dragon Strangulation.

No one could have imagined that in order for this trip to be smooth, the jade talisman that was not easy to refine would be handed over to the person most valued, and even the two of them were concealed.

But this is not the time to think about this, a group of more than ten Yuan Infant Sages, unprecedentedly united, to resist the huge power of the wind dragon strangle.

It took a quarter of an hour for the tornado to be annihilated, but when the tornado had cleared, the sky was empty except for the swarthy void.

"Hmph, your Qingyu Sect wants to give me an explanation for this matter!" Li Yutian looked up and turned his head to Qinghua and the two of them.

"Confess?" your Refining Sect wants to refine my Qingyu Sect disciple into a tool, and you still want to confess?" Qinghua was also not to be outdone.

This matter is not big, it is not small, if it can be prevaricated, it is the best, if Li Yutian bites it, they don't mind publicizing it for the tools of the Refining Weapon Sect.

"Hmph!" Li Yutian's face sank, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, as an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, he could naturally hear the other party's words.

"Okay, let's let the remaining disciples enter the Langya Secret Realm, as long as that kid can live, he will naturally come out of here after ten years!"

The Yuanying Sages of the rest of the sects, seeing such a thing, had no intention of watching from the wall again, and came over to play a round for a few people.

Li Yutian and the others couldn't have a seizure, so they had to walk to the side with a gloomy face.

Tong Yansu's eyes were even more on fire, he almost died in the volcanic cave back then, if it weren't for the fact that when he traveled, he accidentally got a treasure, blocking the power of the earth dragon tumbling and gushing heaven and earth, and it would have turned into ashes.

What's more, in that time, in the face of the realm of life and death, the momentum of the dragon surging from the earth, and only by having some understanding can he break through to the realm of the primordial infant.

But the hatred for Wang Mo has not been eliminated at all, and it is even more fueled, after all, he was almost killed by a junior who was so calculated, so that Tong Yansu, who had broken through to the Yuan infant stage, was very unhappy with his slightly inflated ambition.

......

In the secret realm of Langya, in an unknown place, a whirlpool suddenly flashed and a figure fell.

"Poof!"

Wang Mo spit out a mouthful of blood arrow, only to feel soreness and dizziness, which is much better.

The huge tornado before was too strong, and Rao was able to dodge quickly, and he was also squeezed slightly, which shook his inner mansion a little.

After recovering a little, I looked up and saw that this was a very different world from the outside world.

Endless gray, from time to time blowing gray fog, even the vegetation is gray-green, there are some peculiar places, mixed with a trace of dark red, it looks very weird.

Wang Mo's divine sense probed out, only to feel that his body was suppressed, and he could only release a distance of about a mile.

He knew that this was because of the special rules of this space, and the pressure was about ten times that of the outside world, but fortunately, he was physically strong, and he could still withstand this pressure.

With a wave of his left hand, the green skin is released.

As soon as Qingpifu appeared, he sniffed the air vigorously, his eyes lit up, revealing an excited look, as if the pressure in this space had not affected it in any way.

Wang Mo heard a command in his heart, and he saw Qingpi raise his head to the sky and let out a wolf howl, and his body quickly expanded, turning into a three-zhang wolf-shaped giant beast.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Mo's figure flashed, and he jumped up and let it gallop in one direction.

In this kind of place where the resentment is quite deep, the characteristics of the green skin, as a demon beast, are much easier to use than the divine sense of the monk.

In the Langya Secret Realm, the resentment filled with it is enough to make the monks who are not firm in their minds fall into a frenzy.

And the entrance to this space can only last for about ten years, in other words, if you don't get out after ten years, you will be trapped here.

The end result is to be assimilated by this resentful qi and become a demon without intelligence.

Fortunately, the cultivators who entered here were all in the late stage of foundation building or above, and their divine consciousness cultivation was enough to last for ten years.

And in the past ten years, all they have to do is to collect as many treasures as possible here, and loot the old sites of the sect hidden everywhere.

The sect inheritances hidden in these old sites are enough for them to exchange treasures with outside sects, whether it is to maintain their own needs or to cultivate reserves.

There are great rewards, but naturally they come with high risks.

In addition to those demons who were infected by resentment, there were sect disciples and scattered cultivators from other major states.

Competition does not only exist between sects and cultivators, just as there is a fight between sects and sects, and sects also kill each other.

As a common resource source in the Tianfeng Continent, the Langya Secret Realm is not only the entrance to Tianhuo Prefecture, but also on top of several other major states.

Including Tianyun Prefecture and Tianfeng Prefecture, there is an entrance, and even in the far northwest, where the demon cultivators who were driven away live, there is also an entrance.

It can be said that every time the Langya Secret Realm is opened, it will be accompanied by a killing, which is a battle for all the monks on the Heavenly Wind Continent.

Time flies, and two years pass in a flash.

In a dense forest, the monks of the two sides were fighting, and there was chaos in the field, but it could be seen that one of the men and horses was obviously in the upper hand.

"Qingyu Sect, don't deceive people too much, if you chase and kill us and other loose cultivators like this, aren't you afraid that it will spread out and ruin the reputation of your Qingyu Sect!" The middle-aged man looked at the three people not far in front of him.

There was another person beside him, but the two of them were really embarrassed, and their spiritual clothes were also tattered.

And not far away, there were still a few corpses, apparently companions who had died in the battle.

Compared with the calmness of the three monks on the other side, it was really a bit miserable.

"Hehe, Daoist friend said that he laughed, in this secret realm, it is like this, how can you deceive people?" the handsome young man among the three chuckled.

Beside the three of them, the spirit weapon was flying, flickering with a cold light, obviously with no intention of stopping.

As soon as the young man's words fell, the spiritual weapons of the two people around him whistled and slashed towards the two middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man and his companion naturally will not be killed, but the two of them are already seriously injured, and their cultivation is not as good as the three opposite, how can they compete with each other.

However, after the tea effort, he was killed on the spot by three Qingyu Sect monks, and the treasures collected in the past two years were also looted.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you think the fourth person is already dead?" After packing up his things, one of the burly middle-aged men looked at the young man and said.

When Senior Brother Chen heard this, he shook his head slightly and said: "This possibility is very small, I am fortunate to be valued by that mysterious ancestor and can do things for his old man, I don't think that person will have an accident so easily!"

The other person was a little puzzled: "But why didn't he join us? You must know that we all have his old man's voice transmission jade slip, and it is impossible that we will not receive the message?"

Senior Brother Chen groaned slightly, frowned, and said, "I don't know, but I always feel that that person won't have an accident easily!"

When the other two heard this, they bowed slightly, the task given to them by the mysterious old man was so secretive, so naturally they would not find someone to do this task casually.

But looking at the three of them, they are all at the peak of the Fake Dan cultivation, and it can be seen that the old man attaches great importance to their trip.

"Let's go, this is not a place to stay for a long time!" Senior Brother Chen finished speaking, and took the lead in agitating his vitality to move forward.

The two glanced at each other and followed without hesitation.

Because of the special space here, the flight of the imperial weapon consumes too much of itself, so the monks generally choose to run.

After a few people left, the dense forest was calm again.