Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

In just the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhiwei and Wen Chang appeared high in the sky out of thin air, overlooking the mysterious secret realm below.

Although they could clearly sense the strong aura fluctuations coming from the depths of the secret realm, what they saw in front of them was a thick bloody mist, like an invisible barrier, isolating the real scene of the secret realm.

Even the extremely powerful spiritual consciousness of the immortal Zhang Zhiwei could not penetrate the fog and peek into the mysteries within.

Wenchang's face became extremely solemn, his brows were furrowed, and beads of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He couldn't help but ask, "Master Zhang, what on earth is going on? I clearly sensed a powerful aura, the strength of which is no less than that of a strong man in the Enlightenment Realm."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were deep and his brows were tightly furrowed on his handsome face.

He said in a deep voice: "There must be something strange in this secret realm. The aura is strong and strange, and it is definitely not something that can be emitted by ordinary things."

Upon hearing this, Wenchang's expression became more solemn, as if covered by a thick layer of haze.

"You and I have carefully surveyed the secret realm, and the ancient dragon king has long since died."

Wenchang's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal.

"The monk with the highest cultivation level who entered the secret realm is just the genius of the Shi family. However, even he can never burst out with such earth-shattering power!" Wenchang frowned, as if he was thinking about this difficult situation. explained phenomenon.

"Could it be that there is a being that we haven't noticed quietly awakening in it?" Wenchang's tone was filled with uncertainty and fear, and beads of cold sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.

This Confucian scholar, who was usually gentle and elegant, looked so uneasy at the moment. He was obviously disturbed by this sudden change.

Of course, the main reason is undoubtedly Kong Lingyu's entry into the secret realm.

Kong Lingyu, this rare genius in Confucianism that is rare in a thousand years, his safety is undoubtedly the most concerned thing in everyone's mind.

He is the treasure of Confucianism and the hope for the future, and there must be no mistakes made.

At the same time, the immortal Zhang Zhiwei felt the same way.

He, a top monk who has been practicing for more than two thousand years, will leave the human world in less than a hundred years and enter the mysterious fairyland.

As for Zhang Mingque, as his last direct disciple, her status in his heart was almost equal to that of his biological daughter.

The power coming from the secret realm was powerful and violent, and it was definitely not something that these young geniuses could resist.

Faced with such a crisis, how can these old guys not be afraid?

While the two were talking, the bloody mist that originally filled their eyes seemed to be gradually dispersed by some invisible force.

Zhang Zhiwei and Wenchang looked at each other at the same time, their eyes full of surprise and confusion.

This bloody mist originates from the mysterious secret realm. If you want to make it dissipate, unless you can solve its source.

However, who in this world has such unfathomable strength that can quell this sudden change?

Maybe it wasn't a human at all!

"Zhenzhen Zhang, hurry up!" Wenchang shouted anxiously, with a rare hint of panic and confusion in his voice.

"Open the door to the secret realm quickly. What happens inside is definitely beyond the control of those children!"

Zhang Zhiwei was also excited when he heard this.

He knows well that the secrets and dangers hidden in the secret realm are by no means as simple as what appears on the surface. At this moment, he no longer hesitated, quickly mobilized the true energy in his body, and forcibly prepared to open the portal to the secret realm.

Zhang Zhiwei was seen forming seals with his hands, and the aura around him suddenly became sharp and powerful.

As he shouted softly, a crack seemed to appear in the void, revealing a strange and alluring light.

That was the portal to the secret realm, which was about to slowly open in front of them.

Wenchang didn't say a word, but his body was already rushing towards the deep door like the wind.

However, his arm was firmly grasped by Zhang Zhiwei.

"Wenchang, although I have successfully opened this rift and can feel that the fluctuations in the void are gradually weakening, the fluctuations in the void at this moment are still extremely violent." Zhang Zhiwei's voice was calm and firm, full of warning.

"If you and I rush into it rashly, there is a 50% chance that we will not be able to cross the river of void."

There was an undeniable seriousness in his words.

When Wenchang heard this, a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. He struggled to break free from Zhang Zhiwei's hand and shouted loudly.

"Then I have to go too! Lingyu, he is my apprentice, the treasure in my heart, he is my biological son in my heart!"

Wenchang's voice was full of anxiety and determination. He almost lost his usual calmness and etiquette, just for the sake of the apprentice he regarded as his own.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at him, feeling as if he had been hit hard in the heart.

He knew very well that Wenchang and Lingyu had a deep relationship as master and disciple, but wasn't he, Zhang Zhiwei, the same?

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, I'll go with you and cross this river of emptiness together."

……

Kong Lingyu was like a standing clay sculpture at this moment, her body was as tight as a fully drawn bow string, she could hardly move, and she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Qin Changge swung his sword and slashed out. At that moment, the sword light flickered, as if countless worlds collapsed in an instant and turned into dust, like a grand scene of the end of the world.

And that Tiger Mountain Lord, who was so huge that he seemed to be able to stand up to the sky, now knelt on one knee, and his huge body fell down with a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust and smoke, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, shocking everyone.

This shock was so strong that it was almost unbearable.

The same was true for Zhang Mingque. She stared blankly at the magnificent scene of Qin Changge killing the ancient demon Qinghu Shanjun, and a deep feeling of powerlessness came over her like a tide, almost drowning her mind.

In front of such powerful men, their generation of monks seemed so insignificant, as if they were just a drop in the ocean, unable to compete with them.

“Although Hushan Jun’s strength is only one percent of his peak strength, and he is unable to master even the slightest cultivation technique, his majesty and aura are still difficult for the younger generation to contend with.”

Zhang Mingque murmured to himself, with complex emotions in his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Changge's figure fell from the sky, like a meteor across the sky, but with endless fatigue and heaviness. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and he was obviously exhausted.

Zhang Mingque looked at the falling figure and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He thought to himself: "Qin Changge is extremely weak at this moment. If I take advantage of the opportunity, I might be able to kill him early..."

However, as soon as this idea came to mind, Zhang Mingque himself shook his head vigorously to reject it.

I cursed myself in my heart, how could I have such despicable thoughts!

Although Qin Changge is weak at the moment, he is a powerful cultivator after all, and a worthy opponent in the future.

If I take advantage of others' danger, wouldn't I be no different from those shameless villains?

Zhang Mingque took a deep breath and put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind.

She stared at the rapidly falling figure, but a trace of confusion and confusion flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, Kong Lingyu rushed forward like a bolt of lightning and caught the teetering Qin Changge firmly.

"Qin Changge, how are you? Are you injured?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Kong Lingyu's voice, and she was obviously very concerned about Qin Changge's condition.

However, Qin Changge just stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the dissipating Tiger Mountain Lord.

"Hurry... hurry to the coffin..." There was an unquestionable urgency in his weak voice.

Kong Lingyu frowned and looked solemn, "Is it possible that Lord Hushan will revive again?"

Qin Changge did not answer, but clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Kong Lingyu's heart sank, and he gently put Qin Changge down. Then he moved and rushed towards the direction of the coffin.

"Zhang Mingque, you go too." Qin Changge said.

Hearing this, although Zhang Mingque didn't know what happened, he nodded in confusion and followed Kong Lingyu at a gallop.

The two walked further and further away, but a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Qin Changge's mouth, as if the ice and snow had just melted but were still lurking with a chill.

"It's so innocent and cute." He whispered to himself, with a hint of teasing and disdain in his tone.

"Their bodies are still weak, let them live a little longer." Qin Changge held the black spear with dark flames jumping on the tip of the spear, like a ghostly flag in the dark night, it was the dreaded Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He stood up slowly and turned to look at the monks who were huddled aside with fear on their faces.

A cold murderous intent flashed through those deep eyes, as if the cold wind was passing over the ice field, cold and merciless.

"Everyone."

Qin Changge's voice was low and cold, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell.

"This place is full of dangers, why not put aside all worries, enter the banner of ten thousand souls, and go to the underworld?"

There was a strange temptation in his words, as if the Ten Thousand Souls Banner concealed some unspeakable secret and beauty.

And those monks, under Qin Changge's gaze, felt an inexplicable fear and uneasiness in their hearts, as if they were being slowly pushed to the edge of the abyss by an invisible big hand.

A Confucian disciple was already in tears at this moment. He looked in the direction where the senior brother disappeared and murmured.

"Brother Kong, we've fallen into a trap..."