Deep in the Sun Palace.

It's late autumn, and it's still thriving, with verdant vegetation and a gentle breeze.

After Su Qingyin took charge of the Lieyang Palace, he used the magic circle to retransform this place.

Su Qingyin, who thought that she was a woman, was stunning, and she had more seductive popularity than in the past, and her graceful posture did not have that sharp aura, but she was full of feminine gentleness.

At this time, she was standing side by side with Mei Yicai, a pair of wall people.

In the sight of the two, there was also a pair of wall people, it was Zhuang Yiting and another young man, the young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and tall.

This person is Mei Zhanhong, the genius descendant of the Mei family.

"Madam, look at the competition between Yiting and Zhanhong, who will win!"

Xiao Qi and Zhuang Yiting advanced to the iQue on the same day, and now that they have reached the Triple Circle of the iQue, it is very rare for them to practice the Spirit Pill by themselves without the chance of an adventure.

Su Qingyin, her eyes rolled, and she said with a smile: "It's hard to say, although Senior Nephew Mei has a high cultivation, his soul is weaker, and he may not be able to beat my big disciple."

The root bone determines the speed of exhaling aura, and the life soul affects the combat power, Mei Zhanhong is also a heaven-level high-grade root bone like Zhuang Yiting, but his life soul is much inferior, just an ordinary ice snake.

Mei Yicai smiled, hugged Su Qingyin's slender waist, and said, "That's not necessarily, ice can overcome fire!"

"Whoever wins and who loses, you will know if you compare!" Su Qingyin smiled softly, but gently pushed away the hand he held around his waist.

On Mei Yicaijun's face, the smile faded imperceptibly, and he turned his face to a few people on the side: "You all watch carefully, the mystery when observing the fighting method is subtle!"

"Yes!" the crowd replied.

The people who can come here are all extremely outstanding iQue juniors in Lieyang Peak, almost everyone has a teacher, except for these people, there are seven or eight Mei family juniors, these seven or eight people have men and women, and that Mei Yuqian is among them.

What is intriguing is that I don't know what it means, Xiao Qi is not here.

Zhuang Yiting and Mei Zhanhong began to compete, one has a high cultivation, the other has a strong soul, both have their own strengths, Mei Zhanhong's fighting experience is obviously more experienced, and in the fight with him, Zhuang Yiting's fighting skills have improved rapidly.

After the advanced iQue, Zhuang Yiting only practiced spell swordsmanship, not physical martial arts, and with the blessing of the life soul, all kinds of fire spells came at her fingertips, and a pair of fire luan wings appeared next to this woman, with bright divine patterns on her wings.

A fire-based superb spirit sword, drawing an unpredictable trajectory in the void, and the sword body was covered with a cloud of red flames, like a divine flame.

Mei Yicai looked at the two people who were competing and said:

"Zhan Hong, I am my cousin's nephew, he is firm, when he was twelve years old, the clan sent him to the secret realm of the snow forest, in the secret realm, he was alone, fought for several years, and was immature and achieved himself."

Mei Yicai introduced her nephew, not aimlessly, but for a deep reason.

The reason why the ancient giant sect and the immortal dynasty can prosper forever is actually not only the reason for the blessed land of Lingshan and the magic weapon of the exercises, but also because of the talents.

Obviously, the Mei family also took a fancy to Zhuang Yiting.

Miaoyun Xiaozhuli.

Xiao Qi brushed it and drilled into the ground, the hard mud ground was like a lake, without the slightest obstruction, Xiao Qi was practicing the art of earth escape.

Five elements of escape, master one more, on the road of the avenue of more calm, when encountering danger, there is more ability to escape.

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Wei State, Wenxi Mountain.

At this time, it is the late autumn season, the grass and trees are withered, the eyes are desolate and desolate, there is no trace of green in the mountains, and the dry branches and bald trunks of the mountains are trembling and swaying in the west wind!

But this mountain is quite unusual today, with hundreds of monks waiting here, young and old, dressed in different costumes.

In the crowd, there was a young man dressed in black and covered with a dark wind, this person's eyebrows were quite similar to Qi Yan's, but his physique was not as tall and mighty as Qi Yan.

This person is the dragon in the clouds, he used the secret method to change his body shape, slightly reshape his face, blend in the crowd of scattered cultivators, and look at a few former disciples.

"Senior brother, it's time to open the secret realm!" said a Sword Sect disciple to the leader.

The man nodded slightly, this is a monk in his fifties, he swept everyone, this person has a clear appearance, a few locks of beard, fluttering on his chest, he is wearing the clothes of the inner disciple of the Immortal Lotus Sword Sect.

"Fellow Daoists, you can't wait, the secret realm is about to open, I'll tell you the rules, my sect pities everyone's cultivation is not easy, and I will give you a chance to let you enter the secret realm to mine, the mined stones, four or six points, you four and I six, when you go out of the secret realm, I will check your storage bags"

"You are in the secret realm, life and death are at your own risk, if you don't want to, you can quit now"

A big man shouted: "We all agree, please ask Ning Lao to open the secret realm!"

"Please ask Ning Lao to open the secret realm!"

A mere inner disciple whose potential has been exhausted, sent here to be a deacon, he is still a figure in front of all the scattered cultivators, he is respected as Ning Lao, and no one dares to disrespect him.

"Okay, then the old man will open the secret realm!"

The old man surnamed Ning smiled, he took out a token, and then his eyes stared, urging the token.

A shimmering golden light flashed from the token, and the void in front of it changed like the melting snow of the sun.

Where the golden light passed, a large hole was melted, and inside was an empty world.

"Not in yet!"

Hundreds of monks, scrambling to be the first, shot in.

When the last person rushed into the secret realm, the golden light closed in the middle, and the big hole in the air disappeared.

"Senior Brother Ning, how much ore do you say can be mined by this batch of loose cultivators?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"It's hard to say, there are a lot of spatial cracks in this secret realm, how many people can come out alive depends on luck, plus the evil of human nature, there are people who want to see money, so there are even fewer who can come out alive, I remember hearing a senior brother say when I was in the sect, when a certain secret realm was opened, no one came out alive, and all of them were buried in it."

The secret realm is like a small world, and it will also end and collapse one day.

However, the secret realm is different from people, and when people are dying, they are not far from death, and there are many spatial cracks in the secret realm, and you think it is about to collapse.

A thousand years later, two thousand years later, it's still there, it's still the same, it's the same as ever, it's the same, it's the same.

Obviously, in the face of heaven and earth eternity, a thousand years, two thousand years, is not a long time.

In the secret realm here, there is a spatial rift, and the risk of entering the interior is not small, like this kind of secret realm, the disciples of the Sword Sect generally do not enter, but choose to cooperate with the scattered cultivators.

There is no need for coercion, as long as small profits are allowed, there are many casual cultivators who are willing to risk their lives.

For many casual cultivators, they are not afraid of death, they are afraid of poverty, and they are afraid that they will not have the opportunity to be promoted to cultivation.

The disciples of the Immortal Lotus Sword Sect could even tell them in a condescending tone that this was a gift to them by taking pity on their difficult cultivation.

If you occupy resources, you can control everything.

If a dynasty controls all the land, it can turn almost all its people into prosperous ants, squeeze them all their lives, and use their blood and blood to create their own prosperous world.

In such a dynasty, if you want to live better, you can only sharpen your brain, burrow into the state apparatus, and become one of them.

After the cultivators entered the secret realm, everyone gathered together, and there was no spatial power to disperse them.

"Hey, this secret realm is completely different from my map, I was deceived and bought a fake map, what can I do now?" a forty-year-old man had a sad look on his face.