Yan Fanghui casually cut a monk who rushed forward in half.
He frowned and looked at the messy situation around him, his heart sinking continuously.
Why did this happen?
This incident did not happen in the previous life.
Yunluo Secret Realm was still opened several times after that, but he didn't get any opportunities from it.
He couldn't help but think of the different Wei Lin and the different himself.
Looking at the gloomy sky, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something beyond his control.
From time to time, there were moans in my ears, like a dying old man, gasping for air.
The restrictions that spread throughout the secret book dispersed one after another, revealing the decaying material and disappearing with the weather.
From time to time, monks fell into gaps in space and disappeared.
The monks in the deep secret realm can hear the sound coming from them, but they cannot detect it.
There are wise people who leave early, there are greedy people who get lost in the numerous resources, and there are even more people who grab grain from the fire and wait for the slightest turning point to seek the greatest benefit.
Suddenly, the moaning stopped and was replaced by a huge cry of pain, and now The entire Yunluo Secret Realm was torn apart instantly, and a ball of white light appeared in the center of the crack.
Many monks swarmed up to bathe in the intercepted light, and Yan Fang Hui was one of them.
The white light is like a warm sun.
If you immerse yourself in it, you will feel the warmth permeating the whole body, allowing the soul that has been killed for a long time to relax for a moment.
The warmth slowly hits the mind, making people completely calm.
In the warmth, his consciousness slowly blurred and retreated into the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Just like that, slowly, slowly, he lost control of his body.
Yan Fanghui became vigilant when the warmth hit him, and his true energy vibrated, resisting the invasion from all directions.
He took out a jade bottle and absorbed the white mist around me.
Along the way, countless mists swarmed in, and soon the jade bottle could no longer contain it.
There were many casual cultivators like this around, but they all stayed where they were, wary of other cultivators.
Only the core disciples of the three holy places groped forward.
The fog gradually subsided, and the screams of pain echoing in the fog slowly subsided.
At the moment when it completely disappeared, the people surrounding the center of the fog used their last resort.
A small golden sun rose like this, with great momentum, like an arrow from a string.
Unfortunately, it was intercepted by the waiting people at the first moment.
The majestic sun was divided into wandering lights and returned to individual hands.
Everyone who had benefited took out their concealment talismans and disappeared into the secret realm in a blur.
The sky is full of clouds and flowers flying messily.
In the eyes of the monk who has nowhere to escape, he is like a funeral flower.
The space was annihilated inch by inch, the storm of nothingness swept everywhere, and the secret realm, no matter how difficult it was to maintain, moved towards nothingness.
The other monks who were caught off guard screamed and died with the secret realm.
The cry of pain just now was issued by the spirit of the secret realm.
With the nourishment of hundreds of thousands of years of Taiwei Mirror, this secret realm gradually gave birth to his spiritual wisdom.
He originally wanted to use this opening to find a monk blessed by God, let Taiweijing recognize him as his master, and then separate out a trace of spiritual consciousness and place it on that person, slowly invading Taiweijing's true soul.
Core, in this way, one can escape the rejection of Taiwei Mirror, maintain the connection between Taiwei Mirror and Yunluo Secret Realm, and continue to nourish the secret realm.
But he didn't expect that this person directly disturbed Taiweijing's true spirit.
That true spirit could break free from the ban imposed by the power of the entire secret realm and leave.
Let the Yunluo secret realm that relies on the existence of the Taiwei Mirror be reduced to nothingness.
Suffering from the erosion of the power of nothingness, his not-yet-born wisdom could only dissipate in pain.
The secret realm was opened up by powerful people.
It is another layer of space attached to the world.
It has some independent laws, but after all, it cannot be truly independent and can only be attached to the world.
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These small worlds with incomplete laws are arising and dying all the time.
Perhaps in a grain of sand or a leaf, there is a world that is either annihilated or reborn.
Most of the worlds opened up by the great powers are used as dojos and are maintained by the great powers.
However, once the magic power of the great powers is lost, the secret realm can only gradually disappear.
In this world where the level of power is gradually declining, there has been no great power that can open up the world for a long time, so the existence of Yunluo Secret Realm is particularly valuable.
But now, this secret realm has completely collapsed.
Within half a day of the collapse of the secret realm, the news spread throughout the world.
Countless monks lamented and looked to the sky, trying to calculate a glimmer of hope, but it was in vain.
Yan Fang Hui, who returned to Jiuyi Sect, was questioned even more, and even the golden flames he collected were almost deprived of him.
The golden sun that finally appeared is the origin of the secret realm, which contains the power of the origin of the world, and is a unique treasure for monks.
Only the secret realm where spiritual wisdom was born can concentrate the power of the secret realm to support itself.
Therefore, there are so many worlds that open and close every day, but few monks can intercept the origin.
The reason why the disciples of the three major sects know this is because hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was also a party that gave birth to spiritual wisdom.
The world was about to be destroyed.
The seniors in the sect intercepted the origin from it.
From then on, the three major sects The strength of the sect has greatly increased, and it has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years without interruption.
This origin was ultimately retained by Master Yan Fang Hui's lineage.
As a major contributor to obtaining the origin of the secret realm, Yan Fang Hui also received strong training from his master, with more generous resources and even an intention to let him and his junior sister Wen Wen Yin made an engagement.
At this time, in a remote town, two young men with outstanding appearance appeared.
One of them was wearing a blue belt, and his smile revealed his pear dimples.
He looked gentle and approachable.
The man wore black clothes and a wooden hairpin, his eyes were like cold pools, and he looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
It was Wei Lin and Changli.
After leaving the valley, Changli took him directly to this remote town.
Although the town was remote, it was an out-and-out town of cultivators.
Wei Lin, who had crossed thousands of miles in one step, walked behind Changli with a straight face, thinking endlessly, how many thousands of miles of escape talismans could this save?
They were just two young monks in the Qi refining stage, and the people in the town didn't pay much attention to it.
They were chatting about Yunluo's secret realm.
Their words were full of regrets, as if they were regretting why they couldn't go there to get one.
Bi, all the monks who have perfected themselves from the Yunluo Secret Realm have made a lot of money.
Everyone is full of greed and jealousy when they agree, and they don't want to know whether they can survive because of their cultivation.
After Wei Lin heard these words, he secretly stared at Changli ahead.
What a coincidence, as soon as they came out of Yunluo's secret realm, the secret realm began to collapse.
Changli said calmly from the front, "What are you going to eat today?"