Chapter 101 Murong Jue, right? Go to hell!
The bell sounds melodiously, resounding through the sky.
The third competition, the secret realm trial, officially begins.
Rays of light appeared above the martial arts arena, exuding a vast and ancient atmosphere.
Disciples from various sects filed in one after another, filled with excitement and trepidation.
There was a flash of white light, and the sky and the earth spun.
When Xiaobai opened his eyes again, he was already in an unfamiliar dense forest.
There was no one around.
Her little brows frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaobai is prepared."
She looked down at the inconspicuous disciple jade token on her wrist.
On the surface of the jade token, a barely perceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy quietly lit up, flickering like breathing.
“Drip…drip…”
It was a subtle sound that only she could hear.
In the sea of consciousness, the gentle voice of the Heavenly Book sounded: “Don’t worry, young master, Shen Yuyan’s craftsmanship is praised even by me.”
Xiaobai nodded, took a step with his short legs, and ran in the direction indicated by the jade token.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before.
"Junior sister."
"Little Junior Sister."
Several familiar voices came from different directions.
Second senior brother Li Xiaoran, third senior brother Nangong Wentian, and sixth senior brother Yan Jinjin appeared one after another.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw each other.
"Fortunately, fortunately, everyone is gathered together." Li Xiaoran wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“Thanks to Junior-Junior Sister Yuyan.” Nangong Wentian shook his jade token. “This positioning function is really useful, and the holographic projection can also have a shielding function.”
Nangong Wentian's eyes were calm: "Then let's proceed according to the plan."
Everyone's expression was stern, and the previous ease disappeared in an instant, replaced by a cold tacit understanding.
Xiaobai clenched his fists: "Yes, revenge for the senior sister."
Deep in the secret realm, a volcano stands tall and heat waves roll.
Near the crater, Nangong Wentian sat cross-legged.
In front of him, an ancient chessboard was suspended, with black and white chess pieces crisscrossing and faintly emitting the fluctuations of a mysterious formation.
It is the remnant of the ancient formation - the Zhenlong chess game.
He looked focused, and as he made gestures with his fingers, array patterns were entered into the chessboard, as if he was really an idiot obsessed with arrays.
"Hey, fellow Daoist, what kind of formation is this? It looks quite powerful."
A few monks dressed in casual monk attire came over seemingly unintentionally.
Nangong Wentian didn’t even raise his eyelids: “Don’t ask if you don’t understand.”
"Tsk, what are you showing off for?" A casual cultivator curled his lips, but quietly memorized the general appearance of the terrain and formation, then turned around and disappeared into the forest.
Not long.
Elsewhere, a disciple of Xuanyin Sect with a sinister look was listening to the report of the wandering cultivator.
"Crater, ancient remnant formation, Zhenlong chess game?
Could it be that this damn Qingling Sect has received some kind of inheritance test? Damn it, hurry up and inform the young master. "The Xuanyin Sect disciple's eyes flashed.
He immediately crushed a jade communication talisman.
The monks present on the water curtain outside were all watching. This secret realm was new, but those who had withdrawn before did not regret it because it was full of dangers.
They were just teleported in, and within just an incense stick of time, no less than ten disciples had already died.
Of course, there are also those who get treasures. After all, dangers also come with opportunities.
In some places, the disciples' jade cards were disturbed and they couldn't see anything. No wonder this time the Immortal Cultivation Alliance was different from the usual secret realm competitions. They didn't allow them to hand in half of the proceeds, and they sent their own disciples in.
It's a written test. Not really, after all, there is only one requirement this time. After you come out, teach me how to draw the secret map, and the points will be calculated based on who is more comprehensive.
Next to the lava lake, the air was so hot that it almost burned.
Yan Jinjin, at this moment, was lurking at the edge of the rolling magma like a fish, different from her usual cheerful and playful appearance.
He carefully took out the dark red crystals one by one.
Fire poison crystal.
This substance contains an extremely strong fire poison. Once detonated, it will be a fatal nemesis to those who practice Yin-Cold Kung Fu.
He held his breath and silently threw the Fire Poison Crystal into the depths of the lava.
The crystal melted as soon as it entered the water, silently, as if it had never appeared.
After doing all this, Yan Jinjin quickly evacuated, with no expression on her face, only a hint of cold determination.
After all, Li Xiaoran gave me many instructions before coming.
In the sea of consciousness, the heavenly book explained to Xiao Bai: "Young master, the "Xuanming Jue" that Murong Jue practices is extremely cold and yin, but the fire poison of this fire poison crystal can just trigger the cold and yin power hidden in his body, causing it to lose control and backfire."
Xiaobai nodded in understanding, his little face tense.
"Hmph, that's better. You deserve it."
In the col on the other side of the volcano.
Xiaobai and several other senior brothers and sisters hid their bodies and waited quietly.
Li Xiaoran asked in a low voice: "Junior Sister, are you really sure this time?"
Xiaobai nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Second Brother, I have checked the information several times. Murong Jue seems cautious, but he is actually greedy and conceited. He will definitely be tempted when he sees the ancient remnant formation such as the Zhenlong chess game.
After all, his ambition is not only to kill the senior sister, but also to attack our Qingling Sect disciples."
"Moreover," Xiao Bai paused and lowered his voice, "We have already studied his "Xuan Ming Jue" and know where his weakness lies."
Nangong Wentian added: "For the sake of the senior sister, this beast must die."
Yan Jinjin clenched the knife in his hand: "That's right, only by killing him can I comfort the suffering of the senior sister. However, I am so angry that I want to kill him directly, but I can't bear it any longer."
At this moment, in other places in the secret realm, countless cultivators were fighting for the treasures of heaven and earth.
Plunder and fighting are taking place everywhere for elixirs, minerals, and the inner elixirs of monsters.
But all this has nothing to do with Xiaobai and the others.
This newly opened secret realm is a place of opportunity for others.
To them, it was just a carefully laid out hunting ground.
Their goal, from beginning to end, was only one.
Xuanyin Sect, Murong Jue!
At this moment, the disciples of Qingling Sect who really need experience, led by Shen Yuyan and Li Ziqi, are exploring, searching for treasures, and fighting monsters at the other end of the secret realm step by step.
Senior sister Nan Ningxia is also in that team.
She had a perfect alibi.
From the outside, it seemed that the disciples of Qingling Sect were divided into two groups. One group was training normally, while the other group might have been unlucky and encountered some accident.
No one would doubt that this was a long-planned assassination against Murong Jue.
"boom!"
A powerful aura came from afar, carrying with it undisguised tyranny and greed.
Here it comes.
Nangong Wentian suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and then it was replaced by "surprise" and "alertness".
"Who?" He stood up in a panic, protecting the precious chessboard in front of him, "This is the treasure I discovered first!"
A figure landed on the edge of the crater. It was Murong Jue from Xuanyin Sect.
He stared at the ancient chessboard with burning eyes, and his breathing became faster.
"The ancient remnant formation is indeed the Zhenlong chess game."
"Boy, get out of here. How can you touch such treasures? You are just a formation master who practices alchemy, but I am a sword practitioner." Murong Jue's tone was grim, with an unquestionable command.
Nangong Wentian was furious: "Bullshit, this place is ownerless, the treasure belongs to the capable, if you want to rob it, ask the flag in my hand first."
He formed a formation with his hands, showing a posture of defending to the death, while secretly mobilizing part of the power of the chessboard, making it look more attractive and more dangerous.
There was a hint of disdain in Murong Jue's eyes, but also a bit more solemnity.
This formation is indeed extraordinary.
"Humph, you overestimate your own abilities."
Murong Jue sneered, stopped talking nonsense, and directly attacked Nangong Wentian.
The two of them were "fighting" for control of the center of the formation, and the fight was "inseparable", gradually heading towards the depths of the crater, where lava was rolling and fire poison was everywhere.
In the dark, Xiaobai and others held their breath, their eyes as cold as knives.
The fish is hooked.
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