"Don't be afraid. I, Qisheng, am the Lord of the Secret Realm. I am famous for being compassionate towards people."
The Lord of the Secret Realm?
Cheng Yan was stunned. The master of this secret realm had already ascended. What kind of master was he? Or did he say that this secret realm had its own spiritual wisdom?
Yanchu remained unmoved, his round face still expressionless.
From Cheng Yuan's perspective, Cheng Yuan saw her clenched fists.
She couldn't help but take action.
Cheng Yan immediately spoke: "Senior Qisheng, why have we never heard of your senior's name?"
Qisheng's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and turned back to the throne above. He glanced at the people below: "That's because for thousands of years, I have only left three teleportation entrances in the secret realm.
Six thousand years ago, a group of Dongling monks found the first teleportation talisman. I was happy to entertain them, but they were greedy and robbed all the treasures in the palace. I am not happy, so they have to stay and pay back one by one. "
Following Qisheng's gaze, everyone looked into the bath. At some point, they saw skeletons of white bones lurking on the bath. Judging from the clothes on their bodies, they were indeed dressed in Dongling style.
Everyone was shocked, and the demon masters who were still by the bathtub just now backed away.
Thinking of taking a bath in the pool just now, Cheng Yan also got goosebumps all over his body.
She and Ji Qiuyu looked at each other and saw the coldness in each other's eyes.
"A thousand years ago, five monks came in one after another. I couldn't see anyone in a happy mood, so I immediately wanted to give them a rare treasure.
But I felt it was too boring, so I let them choose for themselves, should they stay here and let me provide him with an endless supply of treasures, or should they just take one treasure and leave?
Guess how they choose? No, I should ask if it were you, how would you choose? "
He dodged and appeared in front of the formation master. He was a man with a handsome face. Although there was fear in his eyes, he still said calmly: "I choose to go back. The road is boundless. I shouldn't be trapped here at such a young age."
As soon as he said this, Qisheng looked up to the sky and laughed. The faces of the demon masters near him were distorted and their orifices were bleeding. Only the formation master was not affected.
"You shouldn't be trapped here! But only one of them left decisively. The other four, look at them, they are still counting spiritual treasures."
In the corner of the hall, there was dim light and shadow, and there were three skeletons inside. There were shining spiritual objects everywhere in their hands and arms.
The remaining person was sitting cross-legged on the side, with a face that had long been rotten to the point of disgrace, but judging from his heaving chest, it seemed that he was still alive!
"Senior!" Someone tried to call him.
Perhaps sensing the movement in the outside world, the man really opened his eyes and looked around with a pair of chaotic eyes.
"It's been a thousand years, I never thought I could still see a living person!"
"Ha, it turns out you're not dead yet!" Qisheng looked a little excited. He clapped his hands and said, "It's been a thousand years. Among the four people, you are the only one who has reached the Golden Core Realm from Foundation Establishment. But now it seems Your life is approaching, do you want me to give you some more treasures?"
The two of them seemed to be very familiar friends, and they exchanged pleasantries with each other.
Through the words of the two of them, everyone also understood that Qisheng, the master of the secret realm, was full of evil intentions. He left the four people behind just to see what would happen to them.
He followed his instructions and provided them with a large number of spiritual objects. At first, the four people were ecstatic and immersed in the joy of finding the treasure.
Each occupied a place to practice. They had endless spiritual elixirs and endless spiritual weapons. Their cultivation level was rising steadily. In less than a year, they went from foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, and were only one step away from the golden elixir.
But they found that it was really difficult to break through the Golden Core Realm.
After decades of this, they began to think that one person's spiritual object was not enough to provide training, and began to kill each other.
The four of them had similar cultivation levels and similar spiritual weapons, and they had been fighting for decades without a winner.
It wasn't until one year when one of them suddenly had the idea of leaving this place that they finally woke up.
They only obtained the treasure, but did not improve their state of mind and experience, which was not enough to break the inner demon state of Jindan.
For many years after that, they worked together to find a way out, but found nothing. They tried to get Qisheng to let them go, but to no avail.
Eventually, one of the monks went mad and committed suicide.
The remaining two people were never able to break through in their cultivation, and they exhausted their cultivation and died.
As for the fourth person, he was an alchemist from the southern border. By chance, he collected the recipe for the PoWan Dan among the treasures. It took him a long time to successfully refine the elixir and break through the golden elixir.
"Thousand years, I've shown you thousands of years of fun... Now that you have new fun, can you let me go!" the alchemist shouted hoarsely.
"That won't work. Once you say something, it's hard to follow up. I promised you a steady stream of treasures, and I did it.
You promised me to stay here forever. If you can't do it, I can send you to die now. "
Hearing this, the alchemist sighed and continued to practice with his eyes closed.
It took a thousand years to still not give up, which shows that this man is determined, but unfortunately, he looks like he is nearing his end of life.
Qisheng waved his hand again, and the place returned to darkness. He looked at everyone and said, "This time, thirteen people have come. Looking at your nondescript outfits, do you think you are monks from the West?"
"Now it's time to call us demon masters." Cheng Yan said.
Seeing that Qisheng was puzzled, Cheng Yan gave him a brief explanation of the current situation outside Tianchu, and said: "Senior Qisheng, if you are interested in the current West Pole, why not come with us?
The various sects in the West are warm and hospitable. No matter which sect you go to, your seniors will feel at home. "
"Yes, yes, our Dark Domain has a vast territory and abundant resources, and now we are among the best in the world. If you want to play, senior, there are plenty of people to play with you."
"There are so many beauties from my worldly sect. I will definitely miss Shu when my seniors are gone!"
The person who said this was quickly pushed to the ground and beaten by Chonglan.
"Our sect..."
Good guy, why are you so active in trying to trick your own sect one by one? Without Cheng Yuan saying anything, they all rushed to invite Qisheng to visit the sect.
Qisheng has been in the secret realm for so many years, and this is probably the first time he has received such a warm welcome.
He laughed heartily and asked the female concubines to present precious treasures one after another.
Some are high-level spiritual plants, some are magical weapons, and even more are spiritual stones or crystals.
For a moment, the banquet was full of laughter and laughter, and for a moment, Cheng Yan felt as if he was at a real banquet. The person in charge was not the evil-minded Master of the Secret Realm, but a warm and hospitable senior.
After drinking for three rounds, Qisheng's face suddenly darkened and he said sadly: "What a pity! I am trapped here and will never be able to get out for eternity!"
As he finished speaking, all the tables and chairs in front of everyone were overturned to the ground, and cups and plates were scattered all over the floor.
Only the one in front of His Highness Qi and Cheng Yuan was intact among those present.
His Highness Qi shook his wine glass carelessly.
Cheng Yan stared at Qisheng's reflection in the wine glass.
It was a red-eyed Hanba. His face was the same as what they had seen, except that his red hair was scattered.
His body was wrapped with several large iron chains as thick as fists, one on each of his hands, feet, waist, and neck.
There was a large gash in the abdomen, with bone visible deep inside. The scar was obviously a sword wound.
After understanding the situation, Cheng Yan took out the Canghai Sword from the storage bag.
As soon as Canghai Sword came out, Qisheng rushed over suddenly.
When the cup fell from Cheng Yuan's hand and water splashed, she had already backed away quickly, and at the same time, she gave a hand to His Highness Qi, who was sitting motionless.
His Highness Qi looked back, and Cheng Yan saw a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
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