The secret technique taught by Juehui was really weird. Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Cong's cultivation level rose from the intermediate secret master to the level of a high-level secret master. He felt that his secret power was surging, hoping to find someone to fight him. However, no one around made him extremely irritable. Now, even if Zhang Sitong appeared beside him, Wang Cong wanted to tear him apart.

Just as Wang Cong was walking around in the same place and couldn't find a channel for venting, a yellow mist rose up, and then the crystal stone above his head shone brightly, connecting it behind a light curtain, and suddenly wrapped Wang Cong in it.

Wang Cong's body was trembling in the light curtain, and red lights appeared in his eyes, constantly flashing. On his forehead, blood-colored secret patterns appeared.

Wang Cong suddenly couldn't help but scream, then his wrist trembled, and a yellow light flew out of his palm and hit the rock wall directly.

The sound of "boom" sounded loudly, and under the dazzling yellow light flashed wildly, a crack nearly ten feet long appeared on the rock wall.

Wang Cong was filled with ecstasy in his irritability. He felt that the yellow light he was in seemed to be in line with the secret techniques he had learned, filling him with unprecedented power.

His cultivation level is still rising, and he finally crossed the huge threshold of the secret master and entered the realm of the secret sect.

The yellow light gradually faded, and Wang Cong cut out several yellow lights again, making the four walls rotten. Then he shook his whole body and flew downwards.

His catharsis was not enough, and he kept shattering the surrounding stones.

He ran all the way and left here again. The moment he left, the dx collapsed with a bang.

While running, the secret lines on his forehead gradually faded away, but the madness in his heart did not stop.

In front, he saw a high-level secret master. This was another team of people, and for some reason he was left alone here.

"So it's Brother Wang." The man heard a huge movement here and ran over to see it. When he saw it was Wang Cong, he greeted him. Wang Cong's cultivation was only a primary secret master, so there was a big gap between him. However, the sect where Wang Cong was located was very strong and his master had a background in the secret world, so this person was polite to Wang Cong. He did not feel the difference in Wang Cong's strength, but he just felt that Wang Cong's expression was a bit weird. After all, Wang Cong's strength was directly improved through secret techniques, and it did not look very conspicuous, and he did not deliberately investigate.

"Who are you?" Wang Cong stopped and asked coldly.

"Brother Wang has forgotten many things. Below is Wang Jingzhi from the Abyss of Reincarnation." The man said. He didn't know why Wang Cong was so arrogant. Although he was just a casual cultivator, his cultivation reached the level of a high-level secret master, which was considered to be a bit important in the secret world and had always been the target of various major sects.

He has always liked freedom as a casual cultivator. But recently he deeply realized that it is better to have a powerful sect as a background. Back then, the junior sister he loved deeply got married, and her husband was one of his junior brothers. He left the sect and practiced alone. In the past two hundred years, he has had a good experience and was very successful in his cultivation, and finally reached his current state. Some time ago, he returned to his past sect and thought he could be proud in front of his junior sister and all his junior brothers, especially to let everyone see that he was doing better than his junior brother. The master had misunderstood when he asked his junior sister to marry his junior brother. Who would have thought that the sect that year no longer existed, and replaced it with a sect, a sect that had just been promoted, and the sect leader was the junior sister's husband and his junior brother. When the junior brother smiled and invited him to return to the sect, when the junior sister snuggled beside his junior brother and spoke to him, he felt extremely sad.

Rejecting the invitation from his junior brother and junior sister, he left in shame and returned to the Abyss of Reincarnation. He kept asking himself: Am I really not as good as my junior brother? He was very dissatisfied, but the junior brother's cultivation was where it was a secret sect realm that he could not reach in a short period of time. In the end, he admitted this fact and admitted that it was right for his junior sister to marry his junior brother.

Later, he mentioned this when chatting with a friend, and his friend immediately woke him up: As a sect leader, how can the resources he can control be comparable to a casual cultivator? If he had become the sect leader back then, he could still become a secret sect. In addition, who knows whether the junior brother has the support of other forces behind it? In the process of practicing secret masters, qualifications and insight are important, but external forces can sometimes dominate many things.

Wang Jingzhi's heart immediately came alive again. Yes! He thought: My cultivation is not as good as my junior brother, just because my status is not as good as his. If I become the leader of the sect, or if I am in a sect, I will definitely be better than him! At this time, he felt that the junior sister should belong to him, but was seized by his junior brother. He felt more and more that his past was a shame and he wanted to take it back. Therefore, when the secret masters of the Reincarnation Abyss entered the forbidden area, he resolutely signed up. He was not the other way, but just an opportunity, a step to advance. For this reason, he nodded to the Secret Sect, and even treated him with courtesy to young disciples like Wang Cong.

But unexpectedly, Wang Cong didn't give face!

Just as Wang Jingzhi was wondering if he should have swallowed this breath, Wang Cong suddenly moved. Three or four narrow yellow lights flashed, and when they were released, they immediately turned into countless yellow "swords" and stabbed into his body.

"You..." Wang Jingzhi wanted to scold Wang Cong, but the other party's attack was too fast and he had no time to finish his words.

Wang Jingzhi flashed back, then threw out a black stone. The stone turned into a hill larger than a millstone, smashing it at Wang Cong!

Wang Cong smiled "hehe" and opened his mouth and spit out a ball of yellow clouds.

Almost at the same time, the hill suddenly sank into the yellow clouds.

A earth-shaking sound came out, and Huang Yun took a blow from Xiaoshan like a physical object.

Wang Jingzhi was shocked. Before he could figure out why his attack failed, Wang Cong snorted coldly and opened his mouth again. A large piece of the same yellow cloud spewed out again, rolling and quickly moved towards Wang Jingzhi.

Wang Jingzhi quickly put away the black stone, then with a clear sound, he pulled out a white flying sword, but there were several red lights on it strangely flashing on it.

The flying sword carried the white sword light, circled straight for Wang Cong. This momentum really showed the ability of a high-level secret master.

Wang Cong was not afraid at all. With a low growl, he sprayed out a large piece of yellow flame. With the "crackling" sound, Huang Yun immediately met the flying sword.

At this time, Wang Cong had already forgotten his opponent's identity in his heart, and he just wanted to kill him.

In his heart, killing is the only **.

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