The final level of the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm: if the eighth level is mostly filled with yellow sand, the ninth level is all scorched earth and barren mountains.
At this moment, on a desolate mountain in the northwest of the secret realm, several people gathered together, forming a tripartite balance.
This is one of the passages connecting the eighth and ninth levels of the secret realm. The group followed the people from the Yi Ling Sect from the seventh level to here, and had gained a lot along the way. They thought that there would be even greater surprises waiting for them on this last level, but unexpectedly, they were greatly shocked by reality as soon as they arrived at the ninth level!
Qing Han, disguised as a member of the royal family, wore a pale gold robe, making him quite conspicuous in this dark and desolate place. He was looking after Xie Zheng, the blind man from the Crimson Cloud Sect, and walked at the back of the group. He wouldn't normally attract attention, but when the elder leading the Lan Valley Sect in front of them stepped out of the magic array, he missed a step and was almost swept into the spatial turbulence. He instinctively cried out in surprise, causing the people in front to turn around.
Everyone was stunned when they saw it.
The boy, who had been unremarkable in the crowd with his dark skin, had somehow lost his dark complexion, and his face had become fair. He had long eyebrows and bright, star-like eyes, and his face had a slightly bewildered look. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, making him very endearing.
Some people were surprised when they saw him, but Qiu Qingxue, Han Zhao, and the two sect leaders in the second hall were all horrified when they saw the boy's face.
Ji Rong calmly explained, "Any illusions maintained by spiritual power in the ninth level of the secret realm will become ineffective."
Upon hearing this, the people from the Second Hall and the Lan Gu Sect all took two steps back, creating a considerable distance between themselves and the young man. They drew their swords, facing him as if facing a formidable enemy.
The appearance of the Demon Lord of Mount Pibi cast a long shadow over them, but before that, the young man had dealt them an equally heavy blow.
How could people from the Demon Realm appear in the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm?
They even went deeper into the final level of the secret realm with them!
What is the purpose?
The people from Yilingmen stood still, while the leader of the royal team, the deputy commander of the Golden Armor Guard, was stunned when he saw the boy's true face.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Your Highness... Prince Zhan?"
The group split into three groups: one group watched from the sidelines, while the other two groups confronted each other.
Qing Han frowned slightly, not paying much attention to the person who had drawn his sword against him. Looking at the burly man in front of him, he explained in a gentle tone, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Prince Zhan."
He just looks like Prince Zhan.
For some reason, he subconsciously looked at the person beside him who was smiling calmly. The person's pupils were still lifeless, and the person's face had not changed at all.
This person is not a magician using facial illusion.
I can't quite put my finger on it; I feel a bit disappointed and a bit dejected.
He subtly distanced himself from the person.
The deputy commander of the Golden Armor Guard who had just spoken was named Chen Jin. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment. Before he could confirm, Han Zhao interrupted him, "Deputy Commander, you have indeed mistaken him for someone else. King Zhan died a hundred years ago. This person is the new Dharma Protector of the Demon Realm in recent years. He must have something to do with entering the secret realm this time!"
He was on high alert. An elder from the Yan Yang Palace shouted, "That demon dares to enter the desolate swamp! He will never return!"
As he spoke, he was about to make a move, and the tip of his sword gathered spiritual light, directly stabbing towards the boy.
The boy was all alone at this moment, and they knew that he dared not harm anyone, and he had no Demon Lord to protect him. Now was the best opportunity to make a move!
Almost everyone present was at the late Golden Core stage. No matter how strong the boy was, he would be bound by the secret realm, so they had an absolute chance of winning.
Several longswords flew through the air. Qing Han frowned, his right hand already gripping the hilt. This sword was a gift from Xie Zheng.
His Majesty said, if you don't dare to fight, then run away. If you really don't want to kill anyone, crippling them is fine too!
Only by following the Yi Ling Sect can we find the Venerable One and Young Master Rong. Running away is out of the question, so the only option is to cripple them.
Having made up his mind, he took off his longsword but did not unsheathe it. He circulated his spiritual energy, ready to fight the group of people, when suddenly his waist tightened and he was pulled back a step. Just as he regained his footing, the person beside him, who was much taller than him, made a move. He conjured a folding fan out of thin air, and with a gust of wind, he forced the longswords back with several crisp sounds.
"Xie Zheng! What are you doing!"
Xie Zheng smiled and said, "This young master has saved me several times; I must repay his kindness!"
Those who had intervened were all taken aback. Since descending from the seventh floor, they had encountered numerous dangers, and the young man had indeed saved them several times. Were Xie Zheng's words a veiled criticism of their ingratitude?
The elder of Jiyun Palace asked with a deep gaze, "Do you know who this person is?"
Xie Zheng coughed lightly twice and said leisurely, "I can't see it!"
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There were no other members of the Crimson Cloud Sect here. They didn't know if this person had been blind before. Because they didn't know him well, they didn't come to his aid when he was in danger. Only the boy looked after him at all times. As a blind man, he could only rely on this boy from the Demon Realm.
Qiu Qingxue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly as she looked at Xie Zheng. This person had only shown them his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation. She had thought that he was only alive because someone had saved him and he was lucky. But just now, he had used a folding fan to deflect the combined attack of the elders. He had definitely been hiding his strength before.
If his appearance hadn't remained unchanged even after entering the ninth level, she would have suspected that this person, like the white-robed youth, was a person from the Demon Realm in disguise.
"Brother Xie, have you thought this through?"
A clear threat.
To protect this demon means to become their enemy, which means certain death!
Qinghan looked at the crystal-clear folding fan in his hand, and was still thinking that this magical artifact looked somewhat familiar when he suddenly felt something strange at his waist. The person's hand was naturally on his waist. It had happened before, but this person was not the one he wanted to see. He felt uncomfortable with such intimacy. He removed the hand from his waist and said dryly, "Thank you."
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