Realizing this, Fang Xun immediately stopped and turned to Mi Cheng and the others who were approaching from behind.

"I am Fang Xun, the sixth holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect. This man is a great enemy of our three sects. Everyone, please do your best to help me kill him!"

Fang Xun took out the sect's token and said to Mi Cheng,

Mi Cheng glanced at the token, then nodded.

The area outside the secret realm is now under the control of three parties: Heavenly Sword, Hunyuan, and Heavenly Demon. Within the secret realm, the three sects should act in concert.

Moreover, Ye Feng's wealth is an irresistible asset.

As for recruitment, it was impossible from the moment Ye Feng robbed the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The sect's holy son is the sect's pride and joy. His death is a minor matter, but to suffer such humiliation is practically tantamount to starting a direct war.

Even if they are both from the same sect, they would not become enemies with the Heavenly Demon Sect for the sake of someone who might be recruited.

After exchanging a few words, the group, led by Fang Xun, flew towards the secret labyrinth.

...

Ye Feng left the crowd far behind and only stopped when he reached a maze. The formation here had probably been searched, and the hidden formation had not yet been restored. Ye Feng directly rushed in through a gap.

He casually dismissed a few ignorant monsters.

He pulled out a healing elixir and shoved it into his mouth.

While physical injuries can be healed with trading points, magical power and spiritual sense cannot.

Trade points can increase your maximum mana, but they cannot restore lost mana.

Simply put, it's a bottle filled with water. You can use trade points to increase the bottle's height, and the water inside remains full.

However, with only half a bottle of water left, it was impossible to use trading points to restore it directly.

He has now reached the tenth level of Foundation Establishment, his mana is full and has reached its limit. He can form a core at any time, so he can no longer increase his mana limit and can only rely on elixirs to recover.

After fighting several people and flying here, the energy expenditure wasn't too great.

The biggest drain was from the small sword I used to defend myself.

Looking at the small sword still twitching in his hand, Ye Feng sneered inwardly.

Once I've set up the formation, I'll slowly deal with you. Just you wait!

Although this is inside a formation

Setting up an array within an array, reaching level three, will be quite troublesome.

However, Ye Feng's knowledge of formations has been comprehensively improved, so at most it only takes a little time.

Just as Ye Feng got up to set up the formation, a booming sound came from the direction he had just entered.

What a coincidence! I clearly used the Concealing Breath Technique...

Ye Feng looked at the small sword in his hand, then glanced at the direction it was pointing.

Could the owner of the little sword be inside?

Ye Feng now needs to devote some of his energy to dealing with the small sword in his hand. In this state, fighting against a group of holy sons is truly unpredictable.

But he was really unwilling to give up Xiaojian.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can enter this secret realm. I'd like to see just how powerful you are!

With that thought in mind, Ye Feng didn't hesitate any longer and flew straight inside.

He's right here, he went inside.

Shouts came from behind, and more than ten people followed.

However, Ye Feng was very fast, and the group lost track of him in the blink of an eye.

———

Obsidian Demon felt his luck was really bad.

They finally encountered the true form of the magical artifact before them, only to find it already bound to Jun Aocheng, who had stored his golden core's power within it...

"Damn Jun Aocheng, damn the Heavenly Sword Sect! If I hadn't lowered my cultivation level, how could I have been defeated in one blow!"

Looking at his shattered magical artifact and fragments of his robe, the Obsidian Demon Prince was on the verge of tears.

He had originally thought that by lowering his cultivation level, he could do whatever he wanted in the secret realm, and seizing the Thousand Swords would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, the result was that his own magic weapon shattered and his substitute puppet dissipated.

He even suffered considerable injuries to withstand it...

This Heavenly Sword Saint Son, Jun Aocheng, wields a thousand swords and is practically invincible. It will probably only take a few years for him to suppress all the geniuses of other sects.

Fortunately, the spirit of the Thousand Swords and the Illusionary Sword were trapped in the Land of Inheritance; otherwise, the merging of the Thousand Illusions would have been unimaginable.

Under no circumstances should the Illusion Sword fall into Jun Aocheng's hands.

Unfortunately, despite having such a good opportunity, lowering his cultivation level ultimately led to nothing.

If only the Thousand Swords weren't in Fang Xun's hands, if only the magic power within the swords were exhausted.

I can easily conquer it and unify the cultivation world!

Thinking of the wonderful things, the Obsidian Demon Prince clenched his fists and raised them high, as if countless Nascent Soul cultivators were prostrate on the ground in front of him.

Just then, from the end of the passage, a figure in green flew in from afar.

The man in blue stretched out one hand and grasped something...

The Obsidian Demon's eyes widened suddenly, his face revealing an incredulous surprise.

"Thousand Swords! My Thousand Swords!!"

The Thousand Swords, their magic power exhausted! The Thousand Swords, no longer in Fang Xun's hands!!

The two guards beside the Obsidian Demon Prince couldn't help but look at the newcomer, and their expressions lit up with surprise when they saw the small sword in the other's hand.

Now I won't be implicated by the Lord's venting of anger...

The Obsidian Demon Prince leaped into the air, blocking Ye Feng's path. A beam of magical power shot out, but it passed right by Ye Feng, flying several meters before unfurling a black curtain.

"Hahahaha... Heaven is helping me!"

Ye Feng frowned as he watched the attack pass by.

What the heck? Could he be the owner of the little sword?

"You brat, get to me..."

"So noisy!"

The supreme-grade spiritual sword was unleashed at full power, unleashing a massive burst of Geng-metal sword energy that slashed forward.

"Holy shit..."

Upon seeing this attack, which was comparable to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, the Obsidian Demon Prince was struck by the sword energy before he could even utter a single word.

"boom!"

As long as Ye Feng flies in the direction of the small sword, it won't cause trouble; this sword strike was delivered without any restraint.

However, Ye Feng's figure was still hindered for a moment.

The longsword turned towards the two people standing together...

The two instantly dropped their swords and spirit plates, waving their hands repeatedly...

Looking at the unconscious Holy Son pressed against the wall, these two members of the Heavenly Demon Cult felt their worldviews had collapsed.

As a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator from a high-level sect, one can't just walk around aimlessly anywhere, let alone in a secret realm that only allows entry to the Foundation Establishment stage.

But what about now?

The holy son who was capable of instantly killing them first had his magic weapon shattered by the holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, thus losing his precious substitute puppet.

Then, an unknown Foundation Establishment cultivator struck him against the wall with a sword, his eyes spinning.

What's wrong with this world?

Seeing their opponent's long sword pointing at them, the two were so frightened they almost wet themselves.

I really miss the days when we were fighting and vying for power in the sect...

Seeing the two helpless, Ye Feng hesitated whether to eliminate them completely, when he saw the darkness behind him slash open with a sword, revealing more than ten figures.

It was Fang Xun, the one who had come to Micheng!

Damn! They're following so closely!

Xiao Jian's resistance is now very weak, but without an array, he has no chance of defeating so many people.

You must know that these people are all holy sons of the upper sects who are comparable to the Golden Core stage. Without using the Azure Lotus Sword Song, I might not be able to withstand a single concentrated attack.

There are no roads around now, only the building in front of us.

Xiao Jian's direction was still towards inside.

[The Purple Line Heritage: Never Towards Progress!]

Regardless of the form of inheritance, since there are no other paths to take, let's give it a try!