Traveling through time, collecting handsome men, even the master can't escape!

Chapter 136: An Hu Han 3 is finally back

Two people and one beast appeared outside.

A level two great perfection demon beast, and a human man and a human woman, both of whom have reached the great perfection of the ninth level of foundation building.

As soon as they came out, their bodies subconsciously stepped back, holding weapons in their hands, spiritual power pouring into them, and they looked alert and wary of the two people around them.

Whenever there is a situation, be ready to use your strongest attack.

The same was true for the other monster.

Suddenly, the two men and the beast formed an opposing triangle, each guarding against the other.

At this moment, Mu Nanchen's voice resounded in the minds of several people.

"The secret realm has ended. No more fighting! Go back to your respective camps!"

The two men and the beast were stunned for a moment, and looked around, then they realized that they had returned to the Xuantian Realm.

As a result, everyone let down their guard, and the aura on their bodies disappeared.

The first monster to come out from the demon clan was a wild bull covered with green hair. It had two horns on its head that flashed with sharp light.

There is a powerful force hidden in his body. This is a powerful monster! There is a fundamental difference between him and other monsters.

The blue bull's two copper bell-sized eyes scanned the surroundings, and soon its gaze was set on the old apricot tree of the demon clan.

The old apricot tree showed a kind smile on its face, and its branches shook humanely towards the green bull, motioning it to come over.

The blue bull's eyes lit up, and the tail behind it instantly lifted up, just like a calf that saw its long-lost mother.

I saw it running happily on its four hooves, running towards the old apricot tree happily, and its tail swung in circles behind it.

It is hard to imagine that the blue bull that was so feared in the secret realm would now look so well-behaved and cute.

On the human side

The male cultivator was a casual cultivator. Under Mu Nanchen's arrangement, he boarded the flying spiritual weapon of Tianxuan Pavilion.

It turned out that the separate passage for independent cultivators that he had mentioned before was actually escorted by Tianxuan Pavilion himself.

This can be said to be a very popular approach.

In the Xuantian Realm, the number of independent cultivators is very large, and there are many who are very powerful.

These strong people all have one characteristic: they don't want to be bound and prefer to be alone.

Mu Nanchen's special attitude towards the independent cultivators in the Desolate Secret Realm is equivalent to conveying a message to all the independent cultivators in the Xuantian Realm.

Although it is said that Tianxuan Pavilion is the strongest force in Xuantian Realm, there are many masters in the pavilion, and the number one master in Xuantian Realm is in charge.

However, they did not look down on the independent cultivators, but instead wanted to treat them equally.

As a result, all the independent cultivators in Xuantian Realm more or less have an invisible good impression towards Tianxuan Pavilion in their hearts.

Many people will also contact Mu Nanchen as soon as possible.

Because all the decisions made by Tianxuan Pavilion come from him.

In other words, Mu Nanchen hopes to make friends with all the independent cultivators in the Xuantian Realm!

The other female monk was wearing a pink flowery skirt and came from Baihua Villa in the northern area.

"Xiao Qian! Come here!" A charming woman from Baihua Villa waved at her. The smile on her face was like a blooming white lotus. She was so happy.

Several strong men from the ten major forces showed strange looks in their eyes.

These people are all suitors of the owner of Baihua Villa!

It’s a pity that the other person has cut off their love and they can only watch helplessly!

After these three people came out, the tension and anticipation of the human and demon tribes became noticeably stronger.

Among these people, Xue Wu Ran can undoubtedly be ranked number one in terms of nervousness.

At this moment, he felt his heart was beating faster than ever before, and it was stuck in his throat and was about to jump out.

Suddenly, the white barrier light flashed continuously, and eight figures landed on the platform, all of them were human.

Xue Wu Ran's gaze first fell on the eight figures, looking for the familiar figure in his heart among them.

Soon, he shifted his gaze and looked back at the white barrier. The figure in his mind was not among these eight people.

After these eight figures came out, a large amount of blood was spilled on the ground. It was obvious that one of them was injured.

Similarly, as in the previous situation, the eight figures subconsciously stepped back, tightly gripped the spiritual weapons in their hands, and their physical strength instantly increased to the extreme, staring at the nearest figure vigilantly.

Not far away, Mu Nanchen's eyes fixed.

Then, he waved his right hand, and a huge spiritual power enveloped all eight figures, and an unquestionable voice sounded in the minds of the eight people.

"The secret realm is over, no need to fight anymore!"

hear the words

The eight figures breathed a sigh of relief, retracted their weapons, and their spiritual power weakened.

Among them, there was a figure who closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

There was a very horrific wound on his left rib, revealing the bloody bone inside. Blood kept dripping on the ground. Judging from the appearance of the wound, it seemed to be caused by an curved blade.

In the Netherworld Palace, the black-robed old man who was in the lead narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal.

Among the other seven figures, four are from the top ten forces.

There was one person each in Sunset Valley, Biyunxuan, Zixiao Palace, and Netherworld Palace. The four of them went to their respective forces at the invitation of the strong men of their respective forces.

Among them, the one from the Netherworld Palace glanced at the fallen disciple, frowned, and there was obvious murderous intent in his eyes.

The wound on the side of the disciple on the ground was caused by him. He knew that the person on the ground was not dead yet, but it was impossible for him to continue to attack.

If it weren't for the mysterious aura enveloping him, the disciple on the ground would definitely have died at his hands.

He could only pray in his heart that the disciple on the ground would not survive, so that he would not be exposed. If the disciple was still alive, things would be difficult.

The other three figures, two of whom came from small and medium-sized forces, revealed their identities and then headed towards the ten major forces they were affiliated with.

The last one was a casual cultivator. He was called by Mu Nanchen to his force and boarded a flying spiritual weapon specially arranged for casual cultivators.

As for the last cultivator who fell to the ground, after he fell, Mu Nanchen took him back to his own faction. He was given a pill to stabilize his injuries, but he is still unconscious.

Because his clothes were stained with blood, it was unclear which force he belonged to, so no force came to claim him.

Next, Mu Nanchen stood on the high platform. When someone came out, he enveloped the person with rich spiritual energy just like before, and the sound was transmitted to the person's mind to prevent any unexpected situations from happening.

Two hours later

There were only about 1,500 human cultivators who came out of the secret realm, and just over 100 monsters.

Among the ten major forces, almost every force has less than eighty disciples coming out of the secret realm, and the smallest force has only about fifty people.

Among them, the largest number of disciples who came out alive came from Tianxuan Pavilion, with more than one hundred people, while the number of disciples who came out alive from Tianfu Taoist Academy was only about sixty people.

As for those small and medium-sized forces, only a few people came back.

At this time, no one from the human and demon tribes spoke, and the atmosphere on the scene was very depressing.

Next, fewer and fewer people came out, and the time intervals became very long. It took an incense stick of time for one or two figures to come out.

Another cup of tea passed, and there was still no movement in the white barrier.

In the Tianfu Taoist Temple, Xue Wu Ran stared at the white barrier with his brows tightly furrowed.

At this moment, the expectation in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by despair.

Moreover, with each passing moment, the despair in his eyes grew stronger, and his eye sockets were already covered with a thin layer of bloodshot.

A long time passed, and still no one came out from the white barrier.

In front, Mu Nanchen's voice sounded, with a heavy tone.

"Everyone, go back first, the Desolate Secret Realm is about to close!"

hear the words

The two tribes of humans and demons each led their disciples to fly down, but Mu Nanchen stayed behind. Along with him, there were two figures from the Tianyuan Taoist Academy.

Ling Cangyu! Xue Wuran!

"Wu Chen, go back!" Ling Cangyu looked at Feng Wu Chen, guilt in his eyes, and said slowly.

"Dean, you go back first, I'll be waiting!"

Xue Wu Ran did not look back, his eyes were fixed on the white barrier, sadness revealed in his eyes.

"Alas... This is all my fault!" Ling Cangyu sighed, with even more guilt in his eyes.

"Dean, this is his own choice!" Xue Wu Ran turned around and looked at Ling Cangyu, without a trace of blame in his eyes.

Wu Yuying chose the path, so Ling Cangyu's fault wasn't his. If anyone really had to blame someone, it was him.

"You go back first! Dean, the Taoist academy needs you." Xue Wu Ran said again.

hear the words

Ling Cangyu nodded slightly, without any hesitation, and flew downwards with the long sword under his feet.

Not long after Ling Cangyu left, Mu Nanchen looked at Xue Wuran deeply and left as well.

Sure enough, just as Mu Nanchen said, not long after, the huge white barrier healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And high in the sky, only Xue Wu Ran was left.

At this time, he had already arrived at the high platform in front of the barrier, staring at the rapidly healing barrier with strong hope in his eyes.

He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Wu Yuying would die in the desolate secret land.

"Ying'er, come out. Your master wants you to come out..." Xue Wu Ran said softly, his lips trembling slightly.

However, when the white barrier was less than the size of a person, no one came out.

Not long after, the white barrier healed completely and the entrance to the desolate secret realm was completely closed!

When the entrance is closed

On the high platform, Xue Wu Ran's body shook suddenly and began to tremble.

At this moment, he clenched his hands, his eyes were moist and full of red bloodshot.

Tears continued to flow from his eyes, forming blood-red tears.

Bloody tears fell from the sky and were blown away by the wind. Under the light, they looked like a red blood rain.

Blood began to rain from the sky.

At this moment, a strange light flashed in Xue Wu Ran's eyes, and then he closed his eyes.

Then, a strange and powerful aura emanated from him, and the space around him instantly shattered, leaving it pitch black inside.

At this time, Xue Wu Ran opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that looked down upon the world.

He looked around and his gaze rested on the surrounding black holes. The next moment, the black holes instantly returned to their original state.

Xue Wu Ran whispered softly, "The broken lower plane..."

Then, he looked at his body, and suddenly a long sword appeared in his hand with the words "Wind and Rain" engraved on the sword. It was the Wind and Rain Sword.

After the Wind and Rain Sword came out, it vibrated intimately in Xue Wu Ran's hand.

Seeing this, Xue Wu Ran's eyes showed memories and he sighed, "It's good that it's not destroyed..."

Suddenly, a drop of golden blood appeared from Xue Wu Ran's hand and sank into the body of the Fengyu Sword.

"Old friend, I hope you can give her a helping hand and come back to me..."

话完

Xue Wu Ran took a deep look at the Wind and Rain Sword, which disappeared in his hand, and then he closed his eyes.

The next moment, Xue Wu Ran opened his eyes again. The arrogant look in his eyes disappeared and his aura returned to normal.

His eyes were still bloodshot and tears were still flowing, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Feng Wuchen's mind.

"Wu Ran, the Taoist temple is in trouble, return to Duan Tian City immediately!"

hear the words

Xue Wu Ran frowned tightly and began to hesitate as he looked at the place where the entrance disappeared.

Finally, he turned around, controlled the flying spiritual weapon, transformed into a stream of purple light, and disappeared into the sky.

High in the sky, the blood rain gradually stopped after the purple figure left.

This area also returned to peace...

I don't know how long it took

In the extremely silent sky, the entrance that had been closed flashed with white light, and a black shadow was teleported out.

Then, a childish voice was heard.

"Haha, Xuantian Realm! I, Hu Hansan, am finally back!"