Over the valley, the giant dragon entrenched among the clouds and rain is waiting for the stone tablet of the "Secret Land of Ten Thousand Forests" to break.
Once the stone tablet cracks, it means that the inner space begins to collapse, and everything will turn into chaos.
"Should we block the exit outside?" The second emperor under the Demon Ancestor had such an idea in his mind.
It even began to make serious calculations to analyze the chances of Emperor Wuming surviving the turbulence in space.
In the end, Cangling Emperor believed that this third child still had some tricks that should not be underestimated. After hesitating for a moment, he could only give up with waning interest.
Then a loud bang was heard.
The stone tablet shook, and a figure surrounded by fog flew out from inside.
There were masses of mist exploding all around, releasing thousands of debris and scattering in all directions.
Cangling was startled when he saw this, and asked with some gloating:
"Third brother, why are you so embarrassed?"
Wu Ming snorted angrily, "There are two emperors hidden inside, and there are also secret realm blessings. It's just a sudden attack."
"Two emperors?" The giant dragon twisted its body in the clouds and mist, feeling a little distressed at first. The liger beast under its command was definitely gone.
But the heartache only lasts for a moment. Emperor Zun has the world, and sooner or later he will be able to cultivate another capable fighter.
Then Cangling Emperor became interested again, "Besides that old deer, the other one is probably the infiltrator - what is his condition? Is he an ancient demon?"
"In today's world, there are actually strong people who can quietly advance to the imperial realm. It's a bit interesting."
"..." Emperor Wuming was speechless.
It would never admit that in the fight just now, it was knocked out without even seeing the other party's appearance clearly.
After pondering for a moment, he replied coldly, "Since you are so interested, go in and see for yourself."
Cangling gave a strange laugh and said, "Why don't you do it? Let's work together. Unless the Holy Ancestor returns, no one will be afraid."
"Walk."
Wu Ming agreed, regrouped his momentum, condensed a monstrous evil spirit, and wanted to return to the secret realm to fight again.
The dense fog gathered into a stream and rushed towards the stone monument.
boom!
The stone tablet shook violently, the Yao Ancestor's handwriting continuously released flashes of light, and the mist flowed like waves hitting the hard rocks, breaking into thousands of water droplets that flew upside down and splashed in all directions.
Emperor Wuming almost bumped into the stone tablet.
Didn't go in.
The giant dragon flew down from the clouds and tried it, but the result was that it collided with the stone monument and could not find the location of the space passage at all.
"How many hours are left until the secret realm is closed? Why is this happening?"
The only explanation is that it was inherited from Wanlin Palace.
"It seems that there is a secret method to close the secret realm created by our ancestors in advance." Cangling Emperor said quietly.
The thick fog filled the valley and boiled violently, revealing the furious emotions of the figure in the fog.
The secret realm was stolen, I took action personally, and it was blasted out again, and now I can't even get in.
After several consecutive encounters, Wu Ming faintly realized that from the time it went to the human border to press the battle line, all its actions fell into the opponent's calculations.
Now, a secret realm has been lost, and ten demon kings and several big demons have died. This loss is not unbearable.
What made Wu Ming angry the most was the feeling of being manipulated.
How can I bear the shame and humiliation?
"There is a method in Wanlin Secret Realm that can be opened in advance - the 'Banquet Guest Talisman' left by the owner of the secret realm back then. Those who hold this talisman are guests and can have a chance to enter directly."
Cangling Emperor suddenly spoke and provided a secret that even Wu Ming didn't know.
Seeing the third child in such a mess, Cangling was actually happy, but after all, he had also lost a general, and his face was also damaged, so he could never let it go.
When Emperor Wuming heard this information, he was inevitably suspicious and stared at the giant dragon in the sky, "Why do you know this?"
"It's just hearsay. I don't have this banquet talisman." Cangling answered calmly, but added in his heart - because it had been used long ago.
"Submit a message to the boss and the fourth, or put a reward on the world. Sooner or later they will be found."
Wu Ming was silent.
Want to make the scandal of your setback known to the world?
The thick fog that filled the valley suddenly shrank rapidly, and a dangerous aura emerged. Seeing this, the giant dragon hurriedly flew away.
The mist continued to compress and solidify, eventually forming a gray-white gelatinous mucus that slowly squirmed and tightly wrapped the stone tablet inside.
The four characters "Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Forests" that kept flashing were also completely covered up.
"Just now, I took action in the secret realm and fought with two emperors with all my strength. The small space will only collapse faster, and I won't be able to hold on for long." Emperor Wuming said indifferently.
"Since that sneaky guy doesn't dare to come out, he should just wait for death inside."
It has completely sealed the stone monument.
"That's it." Cangling Emperor shook his huge head, looking a little disappointed.
"I'd better go find the banquet talisman for you. The liger is trapped inside, and there must be a whereabouts. Otherwise, as an emperor, where would my face be?"
In the long chant, the wind and rain are swaying.
The slender blue-black figure escaped into the clouds, swam away like a giant python, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
In the valley, in the light mist, there is still a purple-red halo flickering.
"Everyone deserves to die..."
…
The two demon clan emperors' attention had been focused on the stone tablet, but they did not pay attention to a small detail.
When Wu Ming was blasted out of the secret realm, the fog around him exploded and splashed everywhere.
The thousands of scattered mist threads meet the breeze in the air, take advantage of the wind, fly lightly, and most of them gradually dissipate.
But there was a wisp of it that flew extremely far, and finally merged into the bleak cold wind, coming and going freely in the wilderness.
The wind blows into Beishan and the bamboo leaves rise.
Zhu An breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done."
…
For Zhu An, controlling an independent small space is a key part of the layout.
This vast world is full of hidden dangers. Even if you live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, it is like a piece of meat soaked in a hot pot. No matter how low-key you are, sooner or later you will be scooped up by diners.
But a small independent enclosed space is completely different.
The Wanlin Secret Realm has existed for 20,000 years and has experienced at least one catastrophe. The sika deer inside have no idea about it and are waiting for their master. They are still alive and well today, which is enough to prove its safety.
Over the years, Zhu An has collected a large amount of information about the secret realm and evaluated it one by one as a preliminary target.
Among them, Wanlin Secret Land ranks first. As a holy place for vegetation and creatures, it is naturally the most suitable place for a bamboo.
Its importance was so high that it was worthy for him to use the strength of the Emperor Realm to directly attack a demon emperor. Therefore, he still made money by exposing a little information.
Now, the work is done, and a ray of divided soul has taken root in the secret realm.
Even if there is a catastrophe in the future and the original Jianzhu, which lives in seclusion in Beishan, is destroyed, there will still be a chance to make a comeback.
Of course, the true body is too important and contains the hard work of thousands of years of practice, so it cannot be discarded easily.
In critical moments, directly moving the entire Beishan into the secret realm is also a life-saving trump card.
After finishing this important matter, Zhu An was in a good mood, and the bamboo leaves rustled as if he was humming a tune.
At the same time, he swayed his bamboo body comfortably, walked around, and looked around.
Not far away, outside the willow forest, the red fox Hongyun was trying to teach the chipmunk squirrel to speak the magic language.
One is "ying ying ying" and the other is "cuckling clucking". A chicken talks to a duck, but the donkey's lips are not the same as the horse's mouth.
The two tails, one big and one small, were swishing back and forth, seemingly in sync.
Zhu An watched for a moment and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a monster missing here.
Who is missing?
"Maruwan...could he still be in the Bear Clan's tempering pool?"
The bamboo branches swayed gently, wishing for peace and sighing.
"It's such a long journey, just let Maruwan walk back slowly, and I won't accompany you to tell stories."
He didn't have the inspiration yet to continue making up the story of the black bear spirit traveling to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures...
In the hinterland of the Bear Clan, in the spring pool, Wanwan drank the spring water and kept thinking silently in his heart:
"Beishan Zhizhu, are you here?"
"I'm full, what should I do next?"
