Qingzong’s personal biography this month must be poisonous.

"I really felt that something was wrong with her from the beginning of the competition. She has all the good things. The higher-ups in the cultivation world should check this biography carefully. I suspect that her spiritual roots are not hers."

Who is this?

The higher-ups of the cultivation world were also caught in a short-term chaos. There were so many direct disciples in the secret realm, and countless efforts and time were spent on cultivating each disciple. If any disciple had an accident, it would be no less than a huge loss to the cultivation world.

"Send someone into the secret realm to inform them, hurry up."

It was definitely not just the monks who were staring at Dabi, there were also many demon cultivators.

Especially those demons who are already eyeing the direct descendants of the world of cultivation. If they are allowed to take the opportunity to enter, what will they do to those children who are still in the golden elixir stage?

"No one can enter, the secret realm has been closed."

"The demon clan has a spiritual weapon that can force you to enter the secret realm. That kind of spiritual weapon can only be opened once and can accommodate two people. I guess they may both be in the Nascent Soul stage." The elder of Chengfeng Sect said: "What happened was too big.

Come on, it will take two days for us to open it again."

Who knows if it will be too late.

In one night, the situation changed almost completely. They were still looking for monsters everywhere, and almost all the people who were looking for personal information were caught by the turtles in the pot. The only exception was Ye Qiao, who was sleeping and lying in a wretched way in the formation.

She was so stubborn that she first found an inconspicuous place to hide, surrounded by talismans, and then hid in the formation to conceal her aura.

A monk joked: "This is probably what is called, the prodigal man among men, who is the king among dogs?"

At this time, Ye Qiao was also very confused, extremely confused. She looked at the quiet secret realm and asked, "What are you doing?"

Are they all here to isolate her?!!

Ye Qiao had a gut feeling that those descendants were not so naive, but she still didn't dare to move.

What if it's a deception?

Ye Qiao held still and waited for several hours, right?

No matter how much those sects hated her, it was impossible for a day to pass without the number of monsters on the jade slip increasing.

Either Ye Qinghan and his group are Ninja Turtles, and they endured it all day just to take her position, or...

Something big happened in the secret realm.

Ye Qiao thought so and walked out of the formation. She released her consciousness to observe the surrounding situation. It was quiet and deathly quiet. She pondered for a moment and could only walk towards the inner area of ​​the secret realm, wanting to find it.

Where have all the missing descendants gone?

Ye Qiao was still alive, which undoubtedly gave some hope to the monks and elders outside the venue.

"Although, don't be too pessimistic. After all, isn't there still a Ye Qiao in this secret realm?"

"Can she save the world by building a foundation in this situation?"

"Hey, maybe it can actually work."

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Five thousand, make up, finished.
Chapter completed!