Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

Zhongli Bai's spiritual consciousness slowly moved back, feeling as if he was moving lightly, the embrace he was in was warm and firm, he could hear a strong heartbeat by his ears, and the slightly warm breath lingered around the tip of his nose.

Master...

"Finished breath adjustment?"

A voice from the side came over, although it was also smiling, it was not the same person.

Zhong Libai opened his eyes and looked at the man's side face, raised his arms and looked around, asking: "What's going on?"

Shen Chun's footsteps stopped and said: "The magic repair is finished, there is still magic repair, so I will bring you in first."

"So that's how it is." Zhong Libai supported his shoulders, looked at his posture and said, "You put me down first."

Shen Chun bent down to let him land: "There should be a teleportation array at the entrance of the underground palace here, and the teleportation places are different. I won't see them when I come in."

Zhong Libai straightened his collar and looked around here, the underground palace was dark, only the night pearl embedded in the wall was emitting light to illuminate the way forward, the surroundings were silent, only the breathing of him and Shen Bai, not even the sound of wind, divine sense Probing also seems somewhat constrained.

"Do you know the direction?" Zhongli Bai asked.

"I don't know." Shen Chun drew a mark next to Ye Mingzhu with his finger, "There is no imperial weapon here, the material of the underground palace seems to hide the soul-sealing stone, and the spiritual sense cannot be detected, only the most stupid method can be used."

"That's really the only way to go." Zhong Libai called out his own sword and held it in his hand, and walked towards the direction the man was facing before, "Go faster, the underground palace probably has entered the magic cultivator."

Someone was injured, Gan Ning and the others were still in the foundation building stage, if they encountered the bigu stage, they would have no ability to resist.

"Be careful." Shen Chun followed.

The footsteps were hasty, and traces were often left beside Ye Mingzhu. Although they struggled and snaked, they did not see the traces carved before, which proved that they were on the right path.

Footsteps landed, the floor tiles were slightly hollow, when Zhong Libai retreated subconsciously, the ground thorns pierced straight up and reached the roof of the corridor.

There was a slight clicking sound, and countless fine needles shone faintly under the light of the night pearl.

Zhong Libai wanted to stop him with his sword light, but the needle stuck on it seemed to be wearing away the sword light.

Straight through!

The dense needles came straight towards the door, and when Zhongli Bai was about to sacrifice the magic weapon, someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him behind him.

The silver-white sword intent stood in front of the man along with the man, blocking the rain of needles without any gaps.

The sword intent faltered, but it reappeared in an instant.

Zhong Libai looked at the man standing in front of him, and felt a sense of familiarity in the blink of an eye, but he didn't care about that at the moment: "This needle has sword intent, Brother Shen, be careful."

The sword has form, but the sword intent is invisible. The needle is a sharp object, and it can have the sword intent. It's just that the secret realm here has not been opened for a hundred years. How did the sword intent survive?

"Okay." Shen Chun looked at the end of the needle rain spreading over and said.

The Little Harmonious World is actually just a fragment of the world, but a world has a will, and it is normal for such sword intent to be endless.

The sword was full of intent, and Shen Chun swung his sword directly towards the source, cutting through the dense rain of needles. When the sound of destruction sounded, the entire underground palace trembled for three minutes.

Earth and rocks fell down in fine layers, but the rain of needles stopped immediately.

Zhong Libai stared blankly at the man beside him: "Brother Shen is really amazing."

"It's just that we can't find the mechanism, so we can only destroy it violently." Shen Chun put away his sword and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Bypassing the ground thorn, there was a very deep trace of sword intent on the intercepting wall in front, but there was nothing but this.

No needle, no sword intent.

Zhong Libai frowned lightly: "Illusion?"

If it's an illusion, his consumed sword intent is not false.

"No." Shen Chun twisted a needle between his fingers, "I left this thing behind."

Of course he can tell the young apprentice the answer directly, but since it is an experience, it is only meaningful to find out by himself.

"It's not an illusion." Zhong Libai looked at the wall and cut into it with the blade of his sword. Although it was like cutting tofu with a knife, there was still some resistance when the sword reached the end.

The sword intent pierced in, but there was also no end. There was no way ahead, so he could only walk through the side passage.

"There is no way?" Shen Chun asked.

Zhong Libai withdrew his sword way: "Brother Shen, do you know the answer?"

"It's also my first time here." Shen Chun said with a smile.

But his non-tense attitude made Zhong Libai always feel that he knew something, but what Shen Bai didn't want to say, even with the sword on his neck, he would not get the answer.

"The underground palace here should not be a labyrinth." Zhong Libai thought for a moment, then turned and stepped into the direction next to him, "We have walked for a long time, and there is only one road."

Shen Chun followed behind him and said, "Indeed."

"Brother Shen said before that we went to a different place, that is, another way. Even if we didn't meet them, there were many monks who entered the underground palace before us. Even if there are no righteous monks, there should be traces left by demon cultivators. , but none of them..." Zhong Libai was thinking while holding the sword, and when he stopped, he bumped into the chest of the person behind him, "Perhaps when we came in, this underground palace specially created this road."

That's right, if the underground palace is not a dead thing, but controlled by a center, what we saw before would make sense.

"Well, it makes sense." Shen Chun pushed his shoulder and said with a smile, "Talking while walking."

"I'm sorry." Zhong Libai was stunned when he looked back, and gently broke away from his hand and walked beside him, "If it was a different path, Gan Ning should not have encountered Moxiu."

"There is no magic cultivator, but there are mechanisms that appear at any time." Shen Chun reminded.

Zhong Libai had already seen the power of the organ, if not for Shen Bai being beside him, he might not be able to resist it.

"How did the seniors from the underground palace get out a hundred years ago?" Zhong Libai thought.

"I haven't been born yet, I don't know." Shen Chun said.

This kind of thing was not recorded in the original world line. Maybe the underground palace was not opened at that time, or maybe the underground palace was just a dead thing at that time. No matter what happened in the past, if I want to go out this time, I can only reach the center.

"If you don't know, you can only go down this road." Zhongli Bai pondered, "Will it make this road infinitely long and trap us here for the rest of our lives?"

"That's a good thing." Shen Chun smiled.

Zhong Libai looked at him and said, "What?"

"No, although it is a creation, it is a real thing." Shen Chun said, "It is allowed to enter, but has no intention of letting each other kill each other. It should be screening, not blocking."

"Screening?" Zhong Libai took a deep breath and said, "Could it be to select the strongest and then seize his body?"

He continued to move forward, but when he turned his head, he found that the person accompanying him had stopped behind him, enveloped in a pitch-black light, and felt that he had merged with the darkness for a moment: "Brother Shen, what's wrong?"

"It's not impossible." Shen Chun followed up again and said with a smile, "But if you want to choose the strongest, you should also go to the outside world to choose. The top one in this secret realm is nothing but Bigu cultivator."

"Indeed." Zhongli Bai pondered.

Shen Chun looked into the depths of the road, thinking about the world line here.

Many records in the original world line are not clear, but one thing is that the fragments of the mountain and sea map of the Chu family in Xuzhou were on Chu Tianqiong's body, and it was also that thing that led to the destruction of Xuzhou.

When he went, Chu Tianqiong happened to meet Xuzhou's destruction, and Chu Tianqiong also met him in the original world line, but he was not there. There is no record of how Chu Tianqiong escaped from the siege of the demon cultivator, just like him It is the same as obtaining the map of mountains and seas in Xiaoyuanrong's secret realm. It is only known that he entered the core of the underground palace to obtain it, but there is no record of how to break it and how to experience it.

For many years, Moxiu has been silent on the surface, but the incident in Xuzhou will only prove that they are not without ambition, but lurking in the dark.

The turbulent undercurrent is sometimes much more terrifying than the turbulent surface.

This world was created by Ah Bai, but the power he can seize is not seen much. Maybe there is a reason why he doesn't want to get involved with the protagonist Gong, but is this world really just for him to look back on?

"Brother Shen, brother Shen?"

Two calls made Shen Chun's mind turn around, he looked at the slightly worried young man beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You haven't been in the right state since just now, but you're not feeling well?" Zhong Libai asked.

Shen Chun frowned slightly, covered his chest and said, "I'm really unwell."

He half-knelt down, Zhong Libai quickly squatted down to support him and said, "Where is the discomfort? Could it be that the needle in the chest?"

"It may be that the sword intent was consumed too much just now." Shen Chun pressed the weight of his body, resting his head on his shoulder, smiling slightly, but his voice was very dull.

"Then what to do, it's better to rest here for a while." Zhong Libai supported him and tried to make him sit down.

He only has the rudimentary form of the sword intent, and he doesn't know how the sword intent will be fully developed, but in the face of such dense sword intent, perhaps it will really consume too much.

"It's better not to delay the trip." Shen Chun said when he was pushed away by his shoulder.

Zhong Libai looked at him and asked, "Why don't I carry you forward?"

"Just bear it." Shen Chun said.

"Wouldn't it be pressed to the chest?" Zhong Libai asked.

521 clicked and clicked to take pictures, making the host pretend that his chest hurts.

"It's okay, such heavy pressure won't affect it." Shen Chun said.

"It's fine if nothing happens." Zhong Libai helped him up, turned around and squatted down slightly.

Shen Chun watched as the young man leaned forward with his firm back, and the people under him got up gently, without any pressure to move forward.

In fact, he shouldn't be worried, but it feels good to be worried, and even he can't help it.

The burrow leads to the front, the sounds of breathing intertwine gently, and the heartbeats of each other seem to be beating at the same frequency.

"Brother Shen, is there any relief?" Zhong Libai asked while supporting the person on his back while looking at the front.

"Adjusting breath." Shen Chun lay on his shoulder, looking at the resolute and cold side face and said.

Although the little apprentice's face was cold, his heart was warm. Even if he was in a difficult situation, he didn't flinch.

He always said that he was the best in the world, but he didn't know that in his heart, he was the best.

Zhong Libai explored the surroundings, listening for movements at any time, so as not to run into any mechanism again.

But maybe because he was too close to the man, the slight breathing sound directly rang in his ears.

"Are you tired?" a voice behind him asked.

"No, I can lift three hundred catties when I was six years old." Zhong Libai said.

"Three hundred catties?" Shen Chun asked.

"Well, Master's Jian Chen sword weighs three hundred catties." Zhong Libai tilted his head slightly and said, "Don't blow in my ear."

Shen Chun slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the white earlobe, pinched it lightly and said: "I am far away from your ears."

He's not going to make such a move at this time, it will be annoying.

Under this pinch, Zhong Libai suddenly stopped and turned his head, and there was a threatening warning in his tone: "Brother Shen!"

"Okay, I don't breathe." Shen Chun smiled.

"That doesn't have to be the case." Zhong Libai continued walking.

"Brother Zhongli has a cold personality, but his earlobes are very soft." Shen Chun laughed, "It can be seen that he is a soft-hearted person."

"If you say it again, I will leave you behind and show you how hard my heart is." Zhong Libai said.

Shen Chun looked at the slightly pink earlobe and said with a smile: "Okay, brother Zhongli is the hardest."

Zhong Libai: "..."

How did this man live to such an age without being beaten to death?

There was a sound of gravel falling to the ground, Zhong Libai subconsciously put his hands on guard, but he felt the ground tremble, and his feet fell into the air instantly.

Great!

The surrounding ground fell apart in an instant, and the places that could be used for strength fell in an instant, and the heat rising from the ground swept the whole body in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, when Zhong Libai saw the rolling magma in the ground, his waist was tightly clasped, and his nose was directly attached to the opponent's shoulder blade.

"Brother Shen?" When Zhong Libai looked up, he saw Shen Bai's face close at hand.

He saved his life again.

Looking up, it was the man who inserted the sword hilt into the wall horizontally, and that was where the two of them borrowed their strength.

"There is no weight here, so you need to be careful when moving over there." Shen Chun hugged his waist and said, gesturing to the ground a few meters away.

"Yes." Zhong Libai took out his sword and cut horizontally into the wall.

With a point of leverage, Zhong Libai held the hilt of the sword upwards, with someone lightly supporting him at the waist, barely stood on it, and stretched out his hand towards the person below.

Shen Chun held it, moved it up to the hilt, took out the sword from the storage ring, threw it across the wall, and walked over with the help of his toes.

The lava was rolling, and there was no trace of ice aura here, which made Zhong Libai feel a little uncomfortable all over, and even felt a vague sense of dizziness when he looked at the ground.

"Hand." Shen Chun stretched out his hand.

Zhong Libai was stunned for a moment: "Brother Shen?"

"So there is a support for each other." Shen Chun said with a smile, "Which side falls down can be pulled back."

Zhong Libai stretched out his hand to hold his, the magma was boiling hot, but the temperature in his palm calmed his heart down, he looked at the sword that Shen Bai had wantonly stuck on the wall and reminded: "It must be the natal spirit sword!" recall."

"Don't worry." Shen Chun pulled him forward.

The land of a few zhang is not far away, Shen Chun plunged a sword into the wall, stepped on it to test the firmness of the ground, and then landed on it, turned around and pulled humanity: "It will be all right here."

Zhong Libai stepped on the hilt of his sword and fell to the ground. He didn't know if the hilt of the sword was unstable, but there was a rustling sound of gravel, his footsteps were slightly stagnant, but his body leaned forward.

Shen Chun stretched out his hand to catch the stunned little apprentice, and directly took it in his arms.

The tip of his nose lightly touched his clothes, Zhong Libai's heart stopped slightly for a moment, but he listened to the words of the person next to his ear.

"Brother Zhongli, is this a body promise?" Shen Chun clasped his waist and smiled.

Zhong Libai raised his head suddenly, put the sense of familiarity behind him, broke away from the embrace and stood up straight: "I'm just in a daze for a while, Brother Shen, don't joke."

How could he feel that this person looked like a master?Obviously it's different.

Perhaps because of the same traits that can be relied upon in times of danger?

Shen Chun beckoned, the swords lined up on the wall all contained sword intent, trembling slightly, returned to his side and put them away one by one, only one of them was stuck in his waist, but it was the same as the one he used before. different.

Zhong Libai watched his movements and said: "The sword you used before was not the natal spirit sword?"

"Where did I get my natal spirit sword?" Shen Chuncha tentatively smiled in his words, "Your sword is not bad."

"This is a gift from the master." Zhong Libai held his sword, and when he gently wiped the marks on it with a handkerchief, he felt a little show off in his words, "Since you want the natal spirit sword, look for it for a while. Caidibao can be built at Fubao Fairy Gate."

"How can I have such a big face?" Shen Chun turned away from the side of the lava, and walked towards the front of the road.

"You saved me several times, I can ask Master for this matter, maybe it is possible." Zhong Libai followed.

"It can disturb Jian Chen's affection, it would be a waste to use it as a natal spirit sword." Shen Chun laughed.

"If there is a natal spirit sword, the strength will increase by more than one level." Zhong Libai said.

Shen Chun laughed: "Your master told you so?"

"Master never talked about the future, but only said that the sword intent needs to be understood by oneself." Zhong Libai said, "But if there is a weapon that fits the hand, it can always better carry the sword intent."

"Sword intent can be as thin as a hair, and it can open mountains and seas." Shen Chun said, "If it is really great, even a branch can beat a high-grade spirit sword. Your master gave you the spirit sword, probably just thinking of you You can protect yourself when your strength is low, but you should not rely too much on it."

Zhong Libai held his sword hilt to observe and observe, although he wanted to refute, he felt that what he said was not unreasonable.

He didn't understand the meaning of the master, but he learned it from others.

"So that's the case." Zhong Libai said, "Thank you, Brother Shen, for your guidance."

"So you have to repay the grace of saving your life yourself." Shen Chun laughed, "It's so boring to entrust the teacher."

"The matter of asking Master is not to repay the favor of saving lives." Zhong Libai said.

With this person as his friend, he would never think that a natal spirit sword would be able to repay the grace of saving his life.

"If that's the case, then please." Shen Chun said with a smile.

"Didn't you say that a branch can be worth a high-grade spirit sword?" Zhong Libai followed after a moment of hesitation.

"Of course Shen has never reached that level." Shen Chun looked back and said, "If I can achieve it, why do I need a sword?"

Zhong Libai: "Then why did you refuse before?"

"Because you acted as if you repaid the favor of saving your life, and you will never give up your favor." Shen Chun said leisurely.

"How come? I take Brother Shen as my friend." Zhong Libai said.

"So I'm begging you." Shen Chun clasped his shoulders with a smile and said, "Let's go, don't worry about this anymore."

Zhong Libai took a deep breath and said, "You are really irritating."

"What's the matter?" Shen Chun asked knowingly.

Zhong Libai thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "Didn't your chest be dull before?"

Shen Chun frowned slightly, let go of his shoulders and said, "It was adjusted then."

Zhongli Bai observed the smile on his lips, pursed his lips slightly, drew out his sword and swung it over.

Shen Chun dodged and laughed, "Brother Zhongli, what is the meaning of this?"

"When did you feel unwell? You tricked me into carrying you!" Zhongli Bai followed up with his sword in hand, without any hesitation.

Anyway, this person can stop it, and he can breathe out in his heart.

Every time Shen Chun dodges, he draws his sword to block the young man's frown, "Why are young men so angry?"

521 just watched the host beat him up.

Zhong Libai suppressed him with his sword, now he can't be fooled: "Couldn't it be that brother Shen cheated first?"

"It's just that it's rare for me to experience being cared about by others." Shen Chun sighed, "I'm greedy for a while."

Zhong Libai: "..."

"Or how do you want me to apologize so that I don't get angry?" Shen Chun laughed.

Zhong Libai took a deep breath and said, "Do you know I'm worried?"

Shen Chun smiled slightly, loosened the strength of the sword and said: "Sorry."

Zhong Libai also put away his sword and returned it to his waist, saying: "Forget it, it's pitiful to think that you are alone, you can only use this method to seek warmth, I will forgive you this time."

Shen Chun: "..."

The little apprentice's words hurt the family.

521 was busy with the video recording, while applauding in a hurry, he was in a hurry, wishing to give another hundred likes for nothing.

It can make the host be deflated willingly, for nothing.

"Thank you, brother Zhongli, for your generosity." Shen Chun followed up.

"Senior Brother Zhou Xuan and the others are all friends. If you have many friends, you will not be alone." Zhong Libai said, "You must not tease them again."

"You know I'm teasing and you're still friends with me?" Shen Chun asked.

"I'm really defenseless against Demon Cultivator." Zhong Libai was also a little helpless about this, after this encounter, he would not be so easily deceived.

"Okay." Shen Chun smiled.

The road is accessible, although there are two or three organs, three or five monsters, but in the end it will not cause too much hindrance.

Guided by the light at the end of the road, Zhong Libai proceeded cautiously. When the light was broken, there was no danger anymore. He saw countless treasures piled up in the temple far away from the dome and a scroll suspended in the center.

"Is that the one?" Zhongli Bai asked.

With the sound of footsteps, Zhong Libai clenched his sword to be on guard, but saw a light door open, and two embarrassed figures fell out of it.

Chu Tianqiong also raised his sword to be on guard. When he saw them, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not put down the sword he was holding: "Brother Zhongli."

There are too many treasures here, far more than a monk in the bigu period can have. Even the disciples of the sect, who were able to be friends before, may turn their faces when encountering treasures.

Zhong Libai knew the theory before, but none of his fellow seniors thought about it, but now he understands it: "Brother Fengjian, is everything okay?"

"Thank you for your concern." Feng Jian held his weapon, looked at the scroll suspended in the air and said, "I think this is the core of the underground palace."

Chu Tianqiong also looked at the past, and realized how powerful this thing was after a difficult journey. The monks fought against the sky for their lives, and what they were fighting for was luck and resources, so they had to grab it.

"It's not the core of the underground palace, but the core of the secret realm." Shen Chun looked at the two with a smile and said, "It can carry a small world, and it's also a scroll, maybe it's the fragments of the legendary mountain and sea map. .”

As soon as these words came out, Chu Tianqiong suddenly looked at Shen Chun and said, "Do you know this thing?"

Feng Jian also said solemnly: "Brother Shen doesn't seem to be a member of Tianzhu Sword Sect."

"Brother Feng is not a member of Di Cang Xianmen?" Shen Chun said with a smile, "Since it is the righteous way, treasures should be shared by those who see them."

"There's only one thing, how can anyone get a share?" Chu Tianqiong looked at him warily and said.

Among the accompanying people, there was only this person who came from nowhere, but he already had a great sword intent. The most threatening person here was not Jian Chen's followers, but Shen Bai.

"Since it's a fight against the sky, only those who can win it." Shen Chun said.

[Host, do you want to snatch it? ] 521 asked.

【I won't grab it, I'll grab it for Ah Bai. 】Shen Chun smiled and said, 【This doesn't violate the rules, right? 】

521: [Yes. 】

Although the host was very happy to snatch it, it was jumping repeatedly on the edge of the rules.

After saying this, the two people on the opposite side headed towards the scroll in the center. The silver sword intent flashed, and both of them resisted. When Chu Tianqiong flew out, Feng Jian directly attacked Shen Jiu: "Chu Tianqiong Brother, I will stop them, you go get it!"

Chu Tianqiong turned directly with the help of the wall, and stretched out his hand towards the scroll in the air: "Brother Feng Jian, hold on."

Zhong Libai blocked Feng Jian with his sword, but he felt the pressure on the sword. The sword intent first appeared, and a light reflected from the opponent's chest directly pierced his eyes. His eyes were dazed, but he could recognize his five senses. When he was about to fight back, he heard a voice transmission.

"Pretend to be invincible."

It was Shen Bai's voice, Zhong Libai blocked it with his sword, retreated tremblingly, and half-kneeled on the ground.

Feng Jian thought that he was mediocre when he didn't meet him before, but now he knows that his methods are quite cruel.

Shen Chun lingered in the air to block Chu Tianqiong's going, swept his sword intent, grabbed the scroll and left.

However, when he fell, the sword stabbing from his back aimed directly at his dantian.

Turning around, Shen Chun's sword touched the opponent's, and the sword was hesitant, but the blade was broken by the opponent's horizontal slash.

The fragments were like broken stars, and a rudimentary sword intent attacked from behind. Shen Chun bit the tip of his tongue, and fell down when the two attacks met, and the scroll in his hand flew out directly.

The two people in the air stretched out their hands together, looked at each other and retracted their hands, Chu Tianqiong took it lightly, and smiled when he landed: "Fengjian..."

呲!

The sword body sank into the dantian.

Chu Tianqiong lowered his head in astonishment, then raised his head to look at Feng Jian opposite him: "You!"

"Are you surprised?" Feng Jian tried to grab the scroll in his hand, but Chu Tianqiong backed away to dodge it.

But that hiding was only enough to make him sit on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and the blood that flowed out spread all over, even staining the scroll.

"Just for this?" Chu Tianqiong backed away.

"This is enough." When Feng Jian swung the sword, the light in Chu Tianqiong's hand was overwhelming, and his body was directly surrounded by the light.

Feng Jian was forced to retreat, and when he blocked the light with his sleeve, he laughed: "It's really hidden in his body."

"So it's hidden in his body." Another voice sounded from behind him.

Feng Jian turned around suddenly, feeling bad when he saw the man who had fallen to the ground, but before he could make a move, his eyes had already flown away.

Shen Chun looked at the body that fell to the ground, people should bleed, but Feng Jian's body turned into dust.

"What is this?" Zhong Libai walked over, watching the changes in the corpse.

"The avatar is infused with the soul, because it's not the main body, so it's normal to draw out the magic energy in it." Shen Chun raised his hand, took the strand of gossamer that was about to leave, and crushed it directly with his sword intent.

In the Demon Realm, the person on the high seat spurted a mouthful of blood, with veins all over his face, which made his calm and handsome face look extremely hideous: "Shen Bai..."

Damage to the soul is a serious injury.

That person's cultivation is definitely not lower than Huashen, otherwise how could he easily destroy his soul!

"Then what about him?" Zhong Libai looked at Chu Tianqiong, who was floating in the air and obviously lost consciousness, and said, "The fragments of the map of mountains and seas have recognized the owner."

"It's not to recognize the Lord, but to use him as a container." Shen Chun turned his head and asked, "Do you want it?"

The fragments of the map of mountains and seas can become a world, and the power is so huge. Once synthesized in this world, it can be called a divine weapon, a spirit sword and a creature. How could there be no divine weapon? Without a strong and recognized power, it is difficult to make it recognize the master.

But the artifacts were torn apart, and luck was needed to combine them. The original fragments should be in Chu Tianqiong's body to allow him to embark on the road again. This piece of entry was also fused with his body.

It's not difficult to take it out, but Chu Tianqiong can't bear that kind of force now, once he takes it out by force, the whole person will be wiped out, and it is difficult to re-enter the cycle.

Zhong Libai was stunned for a moment and said: "No, I just thought this thing is powerful, it might be useful to give it to Master, can you take it out?"

"No." Shen Chun felt the slight tremor in the ground and smiled, "Put away the treasures here."

Zhong Libai turned around to collect them, although there were many things, it was easy to put them away.

[Host, no more? ] 521 asked.

【Wouldn't it be more time-saving and labor-saving to ask for it after he has collected it all? 】Shen Chun said.

The demon cultivator in Xuzhou never found the map of mountains and seas, so he suspected that it was Chu Tianqiong. In the original world line, he did not escape, but deliberately let it go, and plundered it after raising it to a satisfactory level.

The trip to the secret land is a robbery and a temptation.

Chu Tianqiong is a container, but in Moxiu's view, it may be the symbol of the master of the artifact. If you get the body, you will also get the artifact.

Ah Bai made a mistake, but guessed a little bit about the other party's intentions.

The ground trembled slightly, and the surroundings were shattered in an instant, as if the mirror image was broken, and everyone fell down.

"Brother Shen!" Zhong Libai turned around, but he no longer saw the person staying there.

The situation in front of Tianzhu Sword Sect changed, and countless monks fell from the sky like dumplings.

Some people regained their senses and landed with their swords, while others fell directly on the ground and couldn't get up.

The demonic energy shuttled through it, and the elders who were guarding outside the secret area raised their hearts one after another: "Demon cultivator?!"

"The secret realm has collapsed." Elder Tian Hao sighed,

Zhong Libai Yujian landed, dodged those falling people, searched with his spiritual sense, and landed beside Gan Ning: "Is it okay?"

"Senior Brother Zhongli?" Gan Ning rubbed his buttocks and got up from the ground. His round face was dark, his hair was slightly curly, and his whole body smelled of burnt. "I'm finally out!"

Zhong Libai couldn't help asking what happened to him, his consciousness swept over, and the people who had been separated before all gathered together in one place.

Gan Ning's body was scorched black, and the others were not much better, only Zhong Libai was clean, not a bit embarrassed.

"You are all fine." Zhou Xuan said with a sigh of relief.

"Where's Brother Shen?" Gan Ning turned around and asked.

"I haven't found him yet." Zhong Libai swept across the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Moxiuer dare!" A sharp reprimand sounded, and the sword intent moved towards Moxiu who was trying to sneak attack, but was stopped by the force swung from the clouds.

The people who were ejected included not only righteous monks, but also demon cultivators. When the disciples who had just breathed a sigh of relief raised their minds one after another, a thick and disorienting demonic energy enveloped the entire open space.

The demon cultivators who were originally scattered gathered together, and the number was so large that it was shocking.

"Greetings to Demon Venerable Mingzhu."

A figure in the cloud appeared, that figure looked as dry as a skeleton, but was extremely powerful.

One of the five Demon Cultivators!

The faces of the elders were ugly, not only because of the blatantness of the other party, but also because of the number of magic cultivators entering the secret realm.

This action was not to disperse, but to block their investigation with the Demon Lord's consciousness.

With so many magic cultivators, the number of disciples in the secret realm died.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter with my Tianhao Sword Sect?" Elder Tianhao set up an enchantment to protect him, and said sharply.

"This secret realm is open to outsiders, and it is reasonable for people in my way to enter." Demon Lord Mingzhu grinned with a dry mouth and smiled twice, "Now you are protecting your disciples in the righteous way, and it is also reasonable for me to protect my subordinates in the way of the devil. middle."

"Absurd, the secret realm of my Tianzhu Sword Sect has never been opened to demon cultivators!" Elder Tianzhu said.

"Then who put all these demon cultivators in?" Mingzhu Demon Venerable laughed wildly, "I can't be the one to let you in because of the order of your Heavenly Sword Sect."

The expressions of the disciples below were turned pale by that force, Elder Tianxiao scolded: "Stop spitting blood!"

"Is that the Demon Lord?" Zheng Xi had blood seeping from his mouth and nose.

Obviously there is an enchantment, but the intertwined power is not something they can bear.

The golden sword intent came from afar, and when it entangled in the air, a voice resounded: "Your Excellency, you know that coming uninvited is a thief."

This sentence was an understatement, but it directly shattered the heavy pressure that shrouded it in an instant.

The white shadow was in the sky, and the sword's intent was refined. With one person facing the soaring devilish energy, it directly reduced the devilish energy to an extremely pitiful level.

"Really Jian Chen?!"

"It's the real Jian Chen!!!"

Zhong Libai looked up, and when he saw the figure lingering in the clouds, he calmed down: "Master."

"Master Jian Chen..." Demon Lord Mingzhu didn't show any intention of retreating, but instead looked him up and down and said, "Why did Master Jian Chen come here?"

"Come to pick up the apprentice." Shen Chun looked at the other party and smiled, "By the way, close the door and beat the dog."

These words were very arrogant, but everyone in the righteous way spit out the anger in their hearts, and the face of Master Mingzhu changed slightly.

"No. 1 in the world of comprehension." Demon Lord Mingzhu smiled, "Today I don't want to conflict with Tianzhu Sword Sect, but I just came here to pick up my disciples from the Demon Dao. mutual friendship."

"Yes." Shen Chun looked down at the gathered demon cultivators and smiled.

"Really!" Elder Tianxiao frowned slightly.

"Thank you." Mingzhu Mozun smiled and said, "It's still the younger generation who understands the truth."

"It's just that I haven't seen any disciples of the Demonic Dao, so I don't know who the Demonic Venerable is picking up?" Shen Chun laughed.

The golden sword intent flourished when he finished speaking, entangled in the light and shadow of the setting sun, and shuttled among the gathered demon cultivators.

The screams were only for a moment, and the smell of blood and demonic energy was overwhelming, and even the soul did not escape.

They are all dead, so naturally no one can pick them up.

Mingzhu Mozun looked down at the people in the demon way who had lost their breath, narrowed their eyes dangerously: "Zhuzi dare!"

It doesn't matter if some demon cultivators die, what matters is that this person dares to kill all the demon cultivators under his nose, which is a slap in the face for him.

The light of the Tianzhu Sword Sect passed by, and the digitized god cultivator landed here.

Moxiu's tragic appearance fell in his eyes, and the Tianzhu Sect Master said: "Mingzhu Mozun came here uninvited, but wants to start a war with my Tianzhu Sword Sect?"

"Your Majesty Jian Chen has killed countless disciples of my demonic way, do you want me to swallow my anger?" The real Mingzhu said with his hands behind his back.

He is old, but he has been immersed in the stage of transforming gods for many years, and his strength is far superior to other cultivators of transforming gods. Even in the face of digital cultivators, he has not retreated.

Sect Master Tian Hao frowned, what Moxiu was best at was to fight back, if he didn't argue, he lost the wind, and if he argued, he lost his integrity.

"The demon king doesn't need to swallow his anger." Shen Chun summoned his natal spirit sword.

"Jian Chen." Sect Master Tian Hao tried to stop him.

"People in the righteous way are the best at bullying the few with the more." Daoist Mingzhu said.

"Jian Chen will fight alone." Shen Chun said, "If the Demon Lord doesn't believe it, Jian Chen can make an oath."

"Master." Zhong Libai was worried.

"Hahahahahaha, the kid still has a backbone." Mingzhu Demon Venerable laughed loudly when he heard this, and when he stretched out his withered hand, a blood-stained chain appeared on it.

The chains are ugly, but upon closer inspection they are actually composed of human heads.

The chain stretched out like a spider's web in an instant, and the demonic energy spread. The Sect Master of Tianzhu cooperated with everyone to set up an enchantment and said: "It's not impressive!"

The devil is an evil thing, and one can take one's soul just by looking at it.

The chains wrapped around the sky, almost enveloping the heavy golden sword shadow in it. The sword shadow wound and broke through, but there was only a clanging sound, as if there was nowhere to break through.

Shen Chun wielded his sword and looked at the skeleton-like Demon Lord. When the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he slashed with the sky-shattering golden sword intent.

The chain was pulled, and the ghost head formed a phantom to resist, but it broke in an instant.

The golden sword intent broke open and scattered in all directions. When the entangled chains were smashed one by one, a bloody slit was split in the middle of Mingzhu Demon's head.

His skin was drying up quickly, his eyes turned to look at the weapon in his hand, but no breath could come out of his throat.