As soon as Wang An's words fell, the eyes of the middle-aged demon cultivator who couldn't move were full of fear.

Wang An's powerful divine sense power suddenly rushed into the other party's mind, and began to read the other party's memory in an incomparably domineering way.

Wang An effortlessly destroyed the resistance of the middle-aged demon cultivator and completely suppressed his resistance.

"Ahhh

When Wang An read the memory, the middle-aged demon cultivator let out a terrible scream from his mouth, the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, his eyes were prominent, and the expression on his face was extremely terrifying.

A few minutes later, Wang An let go of his hand, only to see the middle-aged demon cultivator foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang An glanced at the other party coldly, and with a few fingers, a storage bag flew directly into his hand, and Wang An didn't care about the miserable appearance of this demon cultivator.

After searching for the soul, Wang An learned that this monk's name was Li Geng, and he was an inner disciple of the Heavenly Demon Hall, and his status was not low, and many secrets of the Heavenly Demon Hall were read by Wang An from his memory.

From his memory, Wang An knew that the current Shennong Secret Realm had poured into countless foundation building disciples, as well as some fake pills.

If it weren't for the fact that the secret realm restricted Jindan and above monks from entering, there would already be a large number of Jindan monks in the secret realm at this time.

Long Fei of the Heavenly Demon Hall, Huang Xiying of the Hundred Flowers Valley, Dongfang Wentian of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and Huo Yanming from the Fire Gate...... These are all geniuses, and their strength is basically not inferior to the fake pill.

Among the demon beasts, there is a dragon named Ao Gong, whose strength is no less than that of the fake pill, and he is the only demon beast that has entered the Shennong secret realm to transform into a shape.

For these people, Wang An secretly recorded in his heart, and there were some fake Dan monks, Wang An did not dare to take it lightly.

"Hahaha, it seems to be getting more and more interesting, I have to hurry to the core area, otherwise Shennongding will be more than others, and it will not be easy to come back." Wang An laughed with interest and muttered a few words.

The next moment, I saw him staring at Li Geng, who was panting on the ground, breathless, with a little finger, and a dark blue firelight bounced directly on the other party.

"Boom!"

A flash of fire rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Li Geng turned into ashes.

Wang An's figure disappeared into the valley in a blur.

.......

This is a hundred-zhang high waterfall, the mountain stream that flows straight down, like the white silk waving in the sky, this waterfall is surrounded by strange rocks, moss and ancient trees, mountain flowers and spiritual grass are faintly visible.

At the bottom of the waterfall, there is a pool of water in the distance, and the water mist is filled, ethereal like a fairy mirror.

The surrounding area is densely covered with water and grass, and the mountains and rocks are rugged.

"Ding Lingdang!"

I could faintly hear the sound of gold and iron coming from the depths of a certain aquatic weed.

"Hahaha, you two little girls are so good, run, keep running! See where else you can go?"

"Hehe, Uncle Shi, the two chicks are good, why don't we enjoy him, what a pity to kill him. Then a somewhat goofy man said.

"Senior sister, what should we do?" A girl in yellow with a round face, covered in bloodstains, ragged, and faintly visible snow-white skin exposed.

This person was Dongfang Ruyi of Baicaomen, and standing in front of her was a woman with a pale face, blood spilling from her mouth, and a three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, with awe-inspiring sword intent all over her body.

This woman has frosty phoenix eyes, hair like distant mountains, skin is better than snow, and she is embarrassed, but she naturally has an otherworldly and fairy-like temperament.

This person is Ying Piaopiao, I don't know when he and Dongfang Ruyi converged, he had been wearing a veil coldly before, and the veil he only saw at this moment had disappeared.

Standing in front of them were five men dressed in black, with a white human skull tattooed on their chests.

These people are the monks of the second generation of the Demon Cultivator Demon Spirit Sect in Tianhuo Continent, and the leader of these monks is a fifty-year-old man with flashing eyes, a black mole on the corner of his mouth, and a few beards on the black mole;

The other four people also have the cultivation of the fifth layer of foundation building, no wonder Ying Piaopiao and Dongfang Ruyi are so miserable and embarrassed.

"Knock them down, take them down for me!"

I saw that the fake Dan monk who was the leader twisted the beard on the black mole with his hand, staring at Ying Piaopiao and Dongfang Ruyi, and his mouth still emitted a creepy and strange smile.

"Hmph, do you Demon Spirit Sect really want to be the enemy of our Baicao Sect? I have already sent a distress signal to my fellow sects, and it is still too late for you to leave. Dongfang Ruyi looked at the five of them nervously, feeling very anxious.

"Hahaha, stupid, if you die in the secret realm, who knows? The False Dan Monk at the head said disapprovingly.

I saw him wave his arm, and the four people around him suddenly picked up the spirit weapon and surrounded Ying Piaopiao and Dongfang Ruyi.

"Presumptuous!"

Ying Piaopiao screamed, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was full of cold light, and the whole person exuded a fierce sword intent, and the sword intent of one person and one sword was intertwined, and the sword aura soared into the sky.

"Senior sister, hurry up, I'll be behind, this is the last time, I don't have the strength to perform the sword technique. "Ying Piaopiao secretly sent a message to Dongfang Ruyi.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light swept by, and the shadow fluttered and the sword turned into a shocking sword and swept towards the four of them.

"Watch out, damn swordsmanship!" the False Dan Monk watched from the sidelines, his eyelids jumped.

"Seven Miles!"

A demonic ghost-headed knife, an ink-colored long sword, a whip made of bone joints, and a looming dagger, the four magic weapons exuded monstrous magical power, sealing the shadow fluttering killing blow at once.

"Poof!"

A trace of blood rose to the sky, and the shadow was half-kneeling on the ground weakly, the white clothes were mottled with blood, and the eyes full of autumn water were dim at this moment.

The aura on her body suddenly fell to the first floor of the foundation, and it fluctuated.

"Senior Sister ......"

Dongfang Ruyi, who was behind Ying Piaopiao, screamed sadly, only to see a strange aura suddenly rise from Dongfang Ruyi's body, her eyes quickly surged with mysterious runes, and a breath that confused all beings suddenly appeared in the air.

I saw that her eyes were shining, and at a glance, the monk on the fifth floor of the foundation instantly fell to the ground with a thud.

Dongfang Ruyi's face was expressionless, and after another glance, a monk who had built the seventh layer of the foundation also fell to the ground.

In a twist, blood-colored tears overflowed from the corners of Dongfang Ruyi's eyes, and then she closed her eyes weakly and knelt on the ground.

"Senior sister, I did my best!"

Dongfang Ruyi reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Ying Piaopiao, smiling sadly.

"Senior sister, it's Senior Sister who has affected you!" Ying Piaopiao vomited blood in her mouth, and crawled to Dongfang Ruyi's side with difficulty, wiping the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes with both hands.

"Hmph, waste, this is charming!" said the False Dan Monk angrily as he checked the fallen disciple.

"Give me their clothes....."