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Thinking of this, Wu Fan also felt a headache, and couldn't help frowning, standing on the platform and thinking to himself.

After a long time had passed, Wu Fancai's face flashed, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind, turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground, and then flicked his fingers, and a purple flame flew out from his fingertips, turning the elder of this Flame Sect into a pile of ashes.

After doing all this, Wu Fancai's figure flashed without hesitation, and he instantly disappeared into a passage at the end of the platform, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, just as Wu Fan thought, even if he wanted to turn back, there was no way to go back.

Judging from the current situation, he can only be cautious and continue to move forward, although he may encounter a large number of Jindan period monks, but compared to the stupid decision to stay where he is and wait for death, Wu Fan is still more willing to fight for survival.

There are no steps or anything like that in front of him, and the passage itself is quite wide, but the inside is twisted and twisted, not straight forward, Wu Fan did not dare to be careless, and ran the turtle breath gong to the extreme, and at the same time turned on the camouflage function of the system, maintaining his own breath in the early stage of Xuanling.

This turtle breath gong is worthy of being a ground-level exercise, although Wu Fan has not completed all the four layers of this exercise, but under Wu Fan's full operation, his body shape also instantly turned into the same color as the channel, and the breath on his body has become flickering and unusual.

Along the way, Wu Fan did not encounter other strange things, at this time, after about half an hour of progress, when Wu Fan walked through a bend again, the other end of the passage suddenly became bright.

At the same time, the powerful mana fluctuations accompanied by a few coquettish cheers continued to enter Wu Fan's ears, and bursts of gold and iron collision sounds also kept coming, just as Wu Fan had expected before, the space here had really let others take the lead, and listening to its voice, it was obvious that there were quite a lot of people.

At this time, Wu Fan hid at the entrance of the passage, and several monks in the space at the end of the passage naturally clearly met Wu Fan's eyes.

The space here is many times wider than the space that Wu Fan encountered when he first entered, Wu Fan roughly estimated that it was at least nearly a thousand zhang in size, and at the bottom of the space, dozens of huge platforms were erected.

These platforms faintly form a complex magic circle, and in the middle is a huge black tripod the size of an attic, and the lid of the giant tripod constantly emits blazing flames, and finally forms a fist-sized fire crow, which rotates happily around this tripod.

Wu Fan stared at it carefully, and saw that on a platform not far from Juding, several monks were driving the magic weapon in their hands, fighting in full swing, but Wu Fan was too far away, and at this time, he couldn't see which sect and sect the fighting monks belonged to.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan also dodged, quietly came out of the passage, and then continued to hide his figure, slowly approaching several monks.

When Wu Fan finally saw a few monks clearly, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, at this time, on the platform closest to Juding, five monks in green robes were driving the magic weapon in their hands to continuously attack a female cultivator in white in the middle.

This female cultivator was dressed in white, and the black green silk hung down to her hips at will, and at this time, she also manipulated the thin flying blade with a bright handle to fly up and down, and the surface of the thin blade continued to spew out a compelling cold air, defusing the attacks of several other monks.

It's just that the light gauze on this woman's face was removed at some point, revealing a stunning face, coupled with this woman's cold temperament, even if Wu Fan had seen it once before, seeing him again at this time, he still felt slightly stunned, and couldn't stand looking at it twice.

As for the five monks surrounding the woman, the other four looked to be in their forties, with an unknown flower embroidery on their green robes, and a short emerald green dagger in their hands, from which they continued to spew out streams of green gas, attacking the female nun in the middle.

The remaining male cultivator, from the appearance alone, seems to be only in his twenties, skinny, but he is wearing an emerald green suit, one arm is exposed, but on the exposed half of the body, there is a hideous green dragon tattooed, from his arm to the neck, plus this person's fiery red hair stands up high, it looks quite funny, where does this person have the appearance of an immortal cultivator, it is clearly a ruffian hooligan.

As for the female cultivator who was surrounded by several people, Wu Fan naturally knew that it was the Holy Maiden of the Flower Dust Sect who had killed four Dry Bamboo Island monks in the fog before, and Wu Fan and this woman actually met again in such a short time, which made Wu Fan himself feel a little incredible.

"Why should the fairy be so stubborn, although the fairy cultivation is profound, but at this time you are highly poisonous, if you don't stop, the poisonous gas will attack the heart later, but you will really want to die of incense and jade, why bother with the fairy?"

After a few more fights, the young monk with the green dragon tattoo among the few people rolled his eyes slightly, and put away a poisonous blade in his hand, and then said with a look of pity.

Only then did Wu Fan notice that although the Holy Maiden of the Flower Dust Sect seemed to be on top of the list, under closer inspection, her face was pale and bloodless, and her face was even more full of green gas, and she looked like she was indeed poisonous.

"Boss, don't talk nonsense with this woman, I have heard that the Holy Lord of the Flower Dust Sect has a unique appearance, at this time, since she has been poisoned by the unique poison of my poisonous holy gate, she will have a poisonous attack later, and she is not allowed to play with a few of us. ”

One of the fatter monks among the five saw that the holy woman had no intention of stopping, his face turned cold, a trace of obscenity flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the woman for a moment, and then turned to the red-haired male cultivator and said.

"Chen Hao, your Poison Holy Sect is just a third-rate sect, and you dare to try to offend my Huachen Sect, aren't you afraid that after leaving this secret realm, the entire Poison Holy Gate will be uprooted, and there will be no possibility of gaining a foothold in South Vietnam from now on?"

This female cultivator of the Flower Dust Sect sensed the poisonous gas in her body that had become more and more domineering, and she couldn't help frowning slightly, staring at several monks of the Poison Holy Sect, and said with a cold face.

"Hehe, the Holy Maiden is too worried, this Ancient Secret Realm is already mysterious and abnormal, even if I poison the Holy Gate, how will the Huachen Sect know afterwards that the noble and famous Holy Maiden died in the hands of me and a few others, and the contemptible people did not ask for too much, but I just hope that the Holy Maiden can give up the treasure here, and after my brothers get the treasure, they will definitely offer the antidote with both hands." “

Seeing this, the red-haired monk was not afraid, but his eyes narrowed, and he said this with the same cold face, and at the same time, his eyes also wandered over the graceful body of the saint, and the saint who looked directly at it was ashamed and annoyed, so he laughed twice and stopped talking.