I rely on luck to be a salted fish in the world of comprehension

Xuanji Secret Realm is a fairy relic that opened once in a hundred years near the Qiyang Mountains. Because it is a world of its own, rich in aura, and there are countless rare treasures in it, it has attracted countless monks to covet.

It's a pity that this kind of large-scale secret realm, like all known secret realms, has cultivation restrictions, and only monks below the third realm are allowed to enter, so it has gradually become a once-in-a-hundred-year practice place for disciples of the immortal sect.

But different from sect secret realms such as Wuxiang Baihong, although this kind of secret realm only allows monks below the three realms to enter, the realm of treasures and strange beasts inside is not restricted. According to legend, there is an adult beast in the secret realm The town boundary, whose cultivation has surpassed the Three Realms, has entered the legendary Transcendence Tribulation Realm.The danger level of the secret realm is also more than ten times higher than that of Wuxiang Baihong.

But there are many treasures in the territory, even if they sacrifice their lives, everyone is willing to go to Yibo, the immortal ruins, the realm of its treasures can be imagined.

"I heard that Fairy Xuanji, the owner of the secret realm, was the most beautiful woman in the cultivation world back then. I really want to see what she looks like with my own eyes." Fu Jing held a jade flute in his hand, holding a sword flower, and his smiling eyebrows exuded shock Charm.

"I've heard a story." Hongyi sat on the bow of Feng Xingzhou, watching the erratic clouds in the sky, and answered the words in a rare way.

Fujing put on an interested expression.

Several disciples of the Hanguang Immortal Sect stood on the edge of the boat with their swords in their arms, without a trace of spiritual protection around them, and they were practicing silently. Hearing this, their expressions did not change, but their ears stood straight.

"I heard that Wuxiang Baihong was not a place of experience at first, but a gift from a powerful person who could please Fairy Xuanji, and it is a place full of flowers." Hongyi's words surprised everyone, including Hanguang Xianzong. disciple.

"How come our Hanguang Immortal Sect has never heard of such things?" The disciple of the Hanguang Sect, dressed in white and black with a sword embroidered on his chest, said in surprise.

Wuxiang Baihong has been under the control of Hanguang Xianzong since 28 years ago, and the woman in front of her is only in her teens or twenties, so it is impossible for her to understand this secret realm better than Hanguang Xianzong.

Shen Fuxing somewhat believed the rumor.

Not to mention anything else, if you ignore the dangerous and murderous intentions of Wuxiang Baihong's Wuxiang secret realm, every realm is actually as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Blossoming flowers, cool breeze, clouds and moons, deserts, illusions that are good at weaving beautiful dreams... Looking carefully, this is indeed a different kind of romance.

Being questioned by the disciples of the Cold Light Immortal Sect, Hong Yi didn't refute it, but only chuckled and said, "This is really just a rumor, whether it's true or not, after decades, who can know?"

There seems to be endless distance hidden in the red-clothed autumn water-like eyes, but upon closer inspection, there seems to be nothing.

On the contrary, that indifferent temperament with a little melancholy attracted several disciples of Hanguang Xianzong who had poor concentration to blush and heartbeat.

Feng Xingzhou's speed was extremely fast, and within two days he arrived at the Qiyang Mountains, which was thousands of miles away from the Hanguang Immortal Sect.

The Qiyang Mountains are located in the subtropical zone, backed by the Hanging Sea, and the climate is humid and hot all year round, which nourishes many very poisonous exotic animals, and because of its unique geographical location, there are many rare flowers and plants that are not commonly seen in the cultivation world. The degree of danger is comparable to that of Wuxiang Baihong.

When Shen Fuxing got off the boat, he felt a hot and humid wind blowing towards his face, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

The trees were tall and lush, covering the entire mountain range layer by layer. Where Shen Fuxing was, there were already many monks waiting for the secret realm to be opened.

"Fellow Daoist, this is where the disciples of Yunlai Xianzong are located, and we have to go to the place where Hanguang Xianzong is located, so let's leave now." The elder who came with Shen Fuxing pointed to a gathering place ahead, and bid farewell to Shen Fuxing.

"Thank you." Shen Fuxing saluted back, and then walked towards Yunlai Xianzong.

"Oh my God! Everyone, look! There is a white-haired monster here... Hiss - he looks so ugly! You dare to stare at your grandpa, I will let you stare!"

"Where is where? Let me see! Hey, this monster still knows how to protect its head! It can't be a beast that turns into a human! This transformation is too unsuccessful! Get out of the way, let me use the fire element Try the spell!"

"Look! Its body can swallow spells! I'll try it with gold spells! My God, it's deformed. Look, it's swollen like a pig! It's so interesting!"

A commotion suddenly appeared in front of Shen Fuxing, and several monks gathered towards the edge of the crowd, letting out bursts of extremely malicious laughter, accompanied by the sound of punching and kicking.

Shen Fuxing followed the prestige. From his angle, he could just see a white-haired monster squatting with its head in the middle of the crowd. The monster seemed unable to speak. Head trembling.

Its body shape is similar to that of a human, but the skin of its limbs is dull and pale, as stiff as a newly unearthed fossil. As the body involuntarily absorbs the attacking formula, the monster's body continues to expand, like It's like going to explode, but after being kicked and beaten a few times, it will change back to its original shape, surrounded by several monks for experimentation.

Seeing this scene, Shen Fuxing frowned subconsciously, and glanced around. Not all the monks near the Qiyang Mountains gathered here, and some were on the side near the sea. However, all the disciples of the sect gathered here Turning a blind eye to this scene, even if someone frowned unbearably, no one stepped forward to stop it.

"Master, one thing more is worse than one thing less." Hong Yi also saw that scene, but judging from the reactions of the people around him, it was obvious that this monster had not appeared for a day or two. These disciples had long been used to it, and those who wanted to make a move must have done so before, Shen Fu The appearance of a star may not necessarily change anything.

Indeed, the group of monks who were beating and kicking around the white-haired monster had vicious smiles to vent their emotions, and they were obviously not good people. However, those gorgeous treasure clothes and the powerful magic weapons worn around them Showing their extraordinary backgrounds, behind them stood a few old men with dark auras and whose faces could not be seen clearly. They were obviously the escorts of this group of disciples.

What's more, now that the secret realm is about to open, it is definitely not a wise move to cause more trouble.

Shen Fuxing looked at the monster being surrounded and kicked, but before he could make up his mind, he suddenly saw the monster suddenly raised its head and looked straight at Shen Fuxing.

Those are a pair of gray eyes that are clearer than any stream in the world.

It is hidden under the monster's snow-white and messy hair, but it is like a moonlight pearl, which makes people unforgettable when they see it. It reminds people of the breeze and moon, the mountain stream, the morning fog and the endless starry sky.

It only took one look at Shen Fuxing, then lowered its head and buried its whole face in its knees, rolling all over the floor with its head aching in its arms, but it never made any sound.

Shen Fuxing took a step forward.

"Master..." Hong Yi disagreed.

"You're right, one thing more is worse than one thing less. If I don't save it now, I won't feel at ease when I enter the secret realm." Shen Fuxing walked straight towards the monster without turning his head.

"Bullying the weak and hurting the innocent. Is this what your sect teaches you? It really opened Shen's eyes." Shen Fuxing glanced at the people surrounding the monster one by one, the lights and shadows in his eyes flickering, as if there were endless fallen leaves Xiao Xiao went down.

A few people just felt a burst of sadness in their hearts for no reason, their eyes turned red immediately, and almost immediately wanted to find a shoulder to lean on and cry.

Not far away, the red-clothed expression froze, and his eyes were sharp——Chapter 1 of "Autumn Leaf Touch Soul Art"!And it turned out to be so proficient!

After all, they are disciples of the sect, and many of them have magic weapons that can resist mental attacks, but after a while everyone woke up, and the man who bullied the monster the most was the fastest to wake up, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were hard, and he said Without explaining anything, he stretched out his hand and hit him with a fire-type magic formula, which was as powerful as a full-strength strike during the soul-refining period.

Shen Fuxing grabbed a judge's pen from the storage bag and wrote the word "water" with a wave. A ball of soft water quickly wrapped the fire-type magic formula, and the water vapor quickly evaporated, and the fire-type spirit formula was also exhausted.

"Just do it if you don't agree with each other. Sure enough, you can't expect you to return to Fengxianmen." Shen Fuxing said loudly, and then he pointed out the backgrounds of the remaining people: "There are also Yelai Xianzong, Xuanzhen Daomen, Huh? There is also a heavy rain valley! Instead of gathering at the fairy gate, he came here to do his best to an innocent person who has no power to resist."

Yes, after getting closer, Shen Fuxing realized that it was not a monster, but a human being, a human with a messy body and an abnormal body, and he could clearly feel the unique soul power of human beings.

After being ordered to the Immortal Gate, several young monks who wanted to make a move hesitated, fearing that if they made a move, it would really embarrass the sect.

"What are you afraid of! An unknown person dares to take care of my return to Fengxianmen. Are you all unweaned babies in the sect? Are you afraid that people will sue the suzerain!" Flaming red brocade gown, with a gold belt around the waist, his face is handsome, but his eyes are sinister, destroying the sense of handsomeness of that face.

"Coincidentally, my favorite thing to do is to sue the suzerain. If you dare to continue to do it again, I guarantee that the picture stones of your bullying will appear on your suzerain's desk. What's more coincidental, I guarantee that your suzerain will definitely Look carefully." Taking advantage of everyone's hesitation, Shen Fuxing pulled the man with disheveled hair and who looked worse than a beggar behind him to avoid a sneak attack.

"Oh! Who do you think you are? Are you still looking seriously? Have you ever seen the top ten sect masters?" The man in the fiery red brocade was about to make a move. Yan Luan was the young sect master of Huifeng Xianmen after all. The disciples of the younger generation don't say they all know each other, but they all know each other well. This one in front of him has never been seen before, and he doesn't even make a draft for bragging!

Regardless of Yan Luan's disregard, it was another spiritual formula, and the fierce palm turned into a flying fire phoenix to head towards Shen Fuxing. It was even more powerful than before. Deadly style of play.

Shen Fuxing's expression froze, he couldn't take this palm with his strength in the heart training period, so in desperation he had to sacrifice a magic weapon to collide with it, and a magic weapon of the state of mind and soul was instantly destroyed.

Seeing that Yan Luan was going to continue, and the people around were also ready to move, Shen Fuxing said in a deep voice: "The escorts don't know me, Shen Fuxing, right! Although I haven't met your suzerain, your suzerain must have seen me .If something happens to me, I'll see how you explain it to the sect!"

"Big words!" Yan Luan squeezed out another spiritual formula, and was about to throw it out, but was suddenly held down by the elder behind him.

"Elder Song!" Yan Luan struggled for a moment, but to no avail, shouted angrily.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Shen. It's a pleasure to meet you. It's all a misunderstanding. If you want this monster, Fellow Daoist Shen, you can take it away. Why bother with these disciples." Elder Song behind Yan Luan seemed to have just seen the red color on the center of Shen Fuxing's eyebrows Ling Yin, as if suddenly enlightened, bowed to Shen Fuxing.

"Shen Fuxing? You are the waste of that Yunlai Immortal Sect's chaotic spiritual root!" Yan Luan shouted, with contempt in his tone.

The surrounding disciples suddenly realized that he was the waste of that precious chaotic spiritual root of Yunlai Xianzong. Since the opening ceremony of Yunlai Xianzong, the name of this waste has been resounding throughout the cultivation world.

"It's just a waste of the first class! What are you worried about, Elder Song! I want that monster!" Although Yan Luan is the young sect master, the fate of the human race is related to the entire cultivation world, and there are only a few sects and senior elders I know, but Yan Luan has never heard of it.

"What's so interesting about a monster? A few days ago, Huanyang Peak got a nine-headed flamingo. Didn't you always want it? After returning to the fairy gate, I will ask the peak master to give it to you." Can be the escort of the young sect master , Elder Song's qualifications are obviously old enough.

He fully understands that even if the young man in front of him is a waste, he is also a waste that can be of great use in the future. It is related to the future of the cultivation world, and Huifeng Xianmen can't move it at will.

Yan Luan was still waiting to mess around, but saw a deep warning hidden in Elder Song's eyes.

Being able to attract the most cultivated and eccentric Elder Song to love him so much, Yan Luan's ability to perceive words and expressions is extraordinary, so he suppressed his dissatisfaction immediately, only sneered, and did not continue to pester him.

Yan Luan, who was the most arrogant, gave in. Although the other young disciples were also dissatisfied, they didn't dare to move on, so they had to watch helplessly as Shen Fuxing took the monster away.

Looking at Shen Fuxing's leaving back, Yan Luan seemed to compromise, but a sinister light flashed in his downcast eyes.

"Is this the monster? It looks like a human." Fu Jing leaned over curiously.

"He is a human being." Hong Yi is also a kind of soul cultivator, so he can naturally feel that the monster in front of him has the same soul breath as human beings.

"Ah? Then why does he look like this?" While the white-haired monster secretly raised his face to look at Shen Fuxing, Fu Jing saw his face, which was dry and sallow, shriveled as if he had been sucked dry by something, and said Ugliness is exalting it, it can be called horrible, and coupled with a head of dirty and messy white hair, it is simply ugly.

Those eyes are quite beautiful, like pearls in the deep sea, but such beautiful eyes embedded in such a face can only make that face even uglier.

"I seem to know something." Chu Zhijian, who had been silent all this time, stared at the white-haired monster's white hair and pale skin, and said suddenly.