As soon as Master Yang Jing said this, everyone was upset.

Master Yang Gu of Tianyin Valley has become much more humble recently because of the matter of Elder Jiulian. Even if he is dissatisfied with the unreasonable request of Lord Yang Jingzhen, he has to endure the temper to ask the reason: "If Lord Yang Xiaoyuan does not have a legitimate reason, this matter may not work."

"Didn't you find it? There is one more person in the small secret realm."

The True Lord Yutan stepped forward and pointed to the upper right corner of the landscape painting.

This class of disciples are quite successful. They are defeated by the illusion before they enter, and the personnel are not reduced.

Therefore, everyone can clearly see the capital number representing the number of people above.

【Three Hundred Three Picks】

The monk Mengmeng, who had not yet recalled, said, "What's wrong with the number of people?"

Is there any problem with the numbers?

"The number of people is wrong, why is there one more person? One group of ten people. There are thirty-three people who have registered for this trial, including the casual cultivator. It should be three hundred and three, so why is there one more person? Could it be that the small secret realm is broken? "A monk whispered.

The discussion became louder and louder, and it became noisy.

Master Yang’s face could no longer be described as pig liver.

He was also pitiful. Last time it was Tianyin Valley's turn to hold talks with various sects, and he presided over it. Yang Jingzhenjun accidentally drank and started drinking and started to destroy the main hall that had been passed down for hundreds of years in Tianyin Valley. It was completely demolished, and the repair cost almost showed his heart disease. This time, the first day of the meeting was the same as that of the Nascent Soul cultivator. The fifth day of the small trial was a problem. It was really unfavorable for the passing years.

The thirty-three teams basically include the young generation with the most potential in each sect and sect and casual cultivator team.

If something happens to these 330 people or the entire army is wiped out, the human race in the cultivation world will be directly terminated.

"Okay, what a vicious trick!"

"This matter must be Rakshasa Arra's conspiracy!"

"The great demons of the thirty-six surnames of the Demon Clan are indeed extraordinary. The desire to perish our human race is not dead!"

"In this way, the matter of Elder Jiulian is just Rakshasa Ala's trick. This is the real purpose?"

"... All the most talented disciples of my sect have entered. If there is a few things, how can I explain to the leader when I go back?"

The monks were filled with righteous indignation and had a conspiracy theory that was full of logic and smooth in minutes.

The extra person must be the killer sent by Rakshasa Ara, in order to destroy the next generation in the cultivation world from the root!

Pei Ye: “…”

She should stop saying a word at this time.

If these monks knew that Rakshasa Ala was accidentally sent to the small secret realm, it would be difficult to end today.

Master Yang Gu listened to the chirping sounds of confrontation and discussion, and his face changed from pig liver to blue-white, and then slowly changed from blue-white to normal color. He calmed down, calmed down his mind, and spoke to calm everyone's emotions: "Friends of Taoism, fellow Taoists, this matter has not yet been concluded, so don't panic for the time being. As we all know, there is only one exit in the small secret realm, and we have been guarding here. How can this person get in?"

"What's wrong with one more person?"

The head of a subsidiary sect in Tianyin Valley speculated: "After all, the small secret realm is just a magic weapon. Even if it is not used frequently, some monks regularly maintain and repair it. However, it has been many years since ancient times... It is not impossible to make occasional failures..."

Actually, he himself doesn't believe the reason he found.

It does not fail early, and it does not fail late, why does it fail at this moment?

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

It’s just that it’s hard to tell the truth at this time, so as not to irritate everyone’s nerves.

Master Yang Gu also followed this reason to comfort everyone and barely suppressed his uneasy mood. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he relaxed his tense nerves. A milky white teleportation array suddenly lit up just below the landscape painting scroll, and two blood-stained figures fell in the air.

【Three Hundred Two Nine】

"Disciple!"

"Mr. Nephew!"

The sound rang out, and a monk flew out of the crowd, almost catching the two wounded.

Master Yang Gu: “…”

Seeing this, Master Yutan also took his disciples to fly down from the stands.

Several spiritual powers were poured into it to stop the blood from the wound. When he saw the color of the wound, his face became darker.

"Demonic energy... is done by the demon cultivator!" The magic of the small secret realm is that the demons and monsters in the secret realm are all illusions, with low strength but low IQ. The injuries caused to the disciples will not be brought out of the secret realm. It would be better for the disciples to use them to practice in practice.

And now, the disciples who came out were bleeding and their wounds were still demonic...

There are only two possibilities.

First, they fought with other trial disciples, but they didn't hear that the little disciples had a spiritual and demon cultivation this time. Furthermore, this is just a trial of friendship first and competition second, so there is no need to take such a ruthless move.

Secondly, the extra person is an unknown demon cultivator who sneaks in without knowing the truth.

Everyone looked at the unconscious disciples and felt cold, and they were more inclined toward the second guess.

When they think the situation cannot be more serious, reality will jump out and slap them in the face.

"It's Rakshasa Ara."

"Yangxiao Yuanjun, what did you say, what?"

Yang Jingzhenjun said: "I said that the person who took action was Rakshasa Ala. I had fought with her. I can recognize her demonic energy."

Master Yang Gu's head buzzed, his eyes turned black, his feet became soft, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

It seemed as if at this moment, countless ducks and countless bronze bells were playing at the same time, and ten thousand Rakshasa Ala were dancing.

Why is she everywhere!

"How could she get in!"

Master Yang Gu's voice suddenly rose.

True Lord Yutan and True Lord Yang Jing were silent, and Pei Ye hid in the crowd.

"For the sake of the present, we must terminate the trial as soon as possible..."

Master Yang Gu gritted his teeth: "The trial cannot be terminated!"

"Why can't it?"

The other monks echoed: "If it cannot be terminated, then send a message to the disciples inside and let them actively recognize the output!"

The fact is that it cannot be terminated and the news cannot be transmitted.

Since the formal talks between various sects and trials on the small secret realm, I have never encountered such a thing, and it is completely beyond the scope.

The little secret realm does not have this function at all!

"Then, then we... can only wait?"

Wait a little longer, the daylily is cold.

The disciples inside are okay to deal with the illusion of the small secret realm, and the malicious late-stage demon Shurakshasa Ara?

Parents can’t run away even if they have four legs!

"How can I wait! Of course I'm sending someone in, I'm going to do it."

The monk with a bad temper can no longer sit still.

His son is still inside.

Someone poured a basin of cold water: "You can only enter below the middle stage of foundation building, but even the golden elixir is not. How can you deal with Rakshasa Ala?"

The person was not rescued, so he filled in first.

"I can't get in, how can Rakshasa Ala, an old demon in Nascent Soul, get in?"

Everyone: "..."

Yes, this question really stumped them, how do they know?

If I knew how to get in, I would have gone in to save people.

"That...why should I go in and give it a try?"

Pei Ye didn't want anyone to suffer a life for the blame he caused.

A group of monks were even more upset when they saw that the person who was talking was Pei Ye.

"Yang Jing Zhenjun, you are a Nascent Soul Cultivator! Even the golden elixir is in, let alone you!"

Pei Ye shook his head: "No, I can go in."

“Why?”

Pei Ye said: "It's okay, I just lost my cultivation."

Everyone: "..."
Chapter completed!