On the back of the spirit crane, there are a group of disciples of the Spiritual Beast Sect, the leader of which is somewhat familiar to Lin Shiming. He is Black Jiao Sanren.

There were only three Zifu monks from the Spirit Beast Sect this time, but there were more than 200 foundation-building monks participating in the secret realm.

After the arrival of the Spirit Beast Sect, there is the Spirit Talisman Sect.

The Talisman Sect controls a war treasure ship, and the surface of the treasure ship is covered with various spiritual talismans.

On the spirit boat, monks wearing spiritual talisman robes floated over, led by the Jinguang Sanren who had jointly resisted the Heavenly Demon Sect.

When the Spirit Beast Sect and the Spirit Talisman Sect arrived, Qingzhu Sanren, as the leader, also stepped forward to welcome them with a smile.

Then the vision continued, and I saw a huge Heavenly Demon Flag turned into a flying magic weapon, flying with countless Heavenly Demon Sect disciples. The surging Demonic Mist, like a surging black wave, rolled in from a distance with a huge momentum and countless

The devil bared his teeth and claws in the magic fog.

But at this time, the Immortal Ladder seemed to be emitting golden light.

Under the golden light, the magic mist melted into ice and snow, disappearing into nothing.

The Shamo Sanren led by the Tianmo Sect were revealed.

The Shamo Sanren are covered in Rakshasa spirit patterns and look extremely evil.

"Qingzhu, is this how you welcome old friends?" Sha Mo Sanren was a little disdainful.

"Qingzhu has his own Qingzhu way of hospitality? Why are the people of the Demon Sect so arrogant and rude?" Qingzhu answered extremely calmly, squinting his eyes slightly and staring at Shamo Sanren.

Shamo Sanren was a little uncomfortable being stared at. With a wave of his hand, a large amount of magic mist poured out again, hiding the demon flag inside, and said no more.

As soon as the Heavenly Demon Sect appeared, countless monks wielding coffin magic weapons flew in from a distance.

The coffin headed by the leader is a mahogany coffin with gold inscriptions, and the one on the coffin is the blood corpse individual responsible for this time of the Corpse Training Sect.

"So thin, bloody corpse, and was it drained dry by your corpse training again?"

Before Qingzhu Sanren could speak, a joke came from the sky.

Then came a giant sword dozens of feet long, coming through the air with a group of disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The disciples of the Wanjian Sect can easily identify a thick broad sword slung behind their backs.

"Old man Gujian, I have been preparing your coffin, it depends on when you are free!" The skinny blood corpse Sanren rolled his slightly sunken eyes, and he was not polite.

The place immediately began to become tense. The secret realm had not yet begun, but these Zifu monks began to dislike each other.

The Spirit Talisman Sect and the Spirit Beast Sect look down upon each other, while the Heavenly Demon Sect looks down upon them, while the Wanjian Sect and the Corpse Training Sect are hostile to each other.

The four sects of the righteous path naturally work together and share the same hatred and hatred, facing the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Corpse Training Sect.

Had it not been for the latter launching a war and forcibly obtaining a certain territory from the Zhao Kingdom, but they were forced to participate in this secret realm on the grounds that they were fellow Zhao monks.

Only three sects were originally required to share secret treasures, and now there are six sects.

How can this convince the Spirit Talisman Sect and the Spirit Beast Sect?

The Wanjian Sect, on the other hand, has already stood on the side of the three sects of the Zhao Kingdom. For the sake of the secret realm, naturally they cannot stay away!

"Is it possible that everyone wants to make their respective master uncles laugh?" Qingzhu Sanren shouted coldly.

When the other people heard this, their expressions tightened and they looked at Qingzhu Sanren.

Master Jin Dan is paying attention here, and they naturally know that it's just that the old enemies have not formed a feud for a long time.

We cannot fight to the death, so when we meet, we will naturally have to confront each other.

Especially the demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect and Corpse Training Sect, one is staring at the corpse of the immortal cultivator, and the other is staring at the soul of the immortal cultivator!

It makes all the righteous monks in the world want to kill them all!

"This time the secret realm is the Qingxuan Secret Realm, and it leads to a small world. Our Qingxuan Sect has always held treasures and capable people to live in it, so we invite colleagues, not just to discuss the truth!"<

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"As expected of Qingxuan Sect, what you say is so nice!" Before Qingxuan Sanren could finish speaking, Shamo Sanren sneered.

Then, without waiting for Qingxuan Sanqian to speak, he glanced at the Blood Corpse Sanguan and shouted sternly:

"The secret realm is the secret realm of the Zhao Kingdom, and you are not the only one in the Zhao Kingdom!"

"Since this is the secret realm of the Zhao Kingdom, even if your Qingxuan Sect doesn't let it, you have to let it!"

"Yes, you have to give in if you don't want to, otherwise, we don't want to go in, let's have a fight, I brought a lot of coffins!" Seeing this, the Blood Corpse Lottery's eyes also shone brightly, staring at a few Zhengdao Zi.

Fu monk.

"Humph, can you be said to be a member of the Zhao Kingdom by committing banditry?" Jinguang Sanren was also extremely dissatisfied.

"Whether it counts or not, it doesn't matter what you said. Since the Jindan masters and uncles have already discussed it, we, the Second Demonic Corpse Sect, can also go in!" The voice of Shamo Sanren continued to come out of the magic mist.
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The Black Jiao Sanren and the Golden Light Sanren didn't speak again.
Chapter completed!