Chapter 722

In the battle before the treasure Moon Palace, a large number of elite disciples in the three holy places suffered heavy losses and almost all the army was destroyed. It was gradually known by other disciples still in the secret territory.

In the following days, they were quite calm and did not fight each other, but quietly returned to the periphery and explored.

In the twinkling of an eye, the time limit of 90 days came. In the secret territory of Kunlun, the three remaining holy places and the people of the dark demon clan gathered near the entrance and flew into the space channel one after another.

Pumice star sea.

The boundary around Kunlun ruins shows periodicity and becomes thick again.

At this moment, immortal Su Sheng, Shen Tu Nan, mu qianjue and Shi boundless stand in the air, driving their magic weapons and trying to maintain the space channel.

The space channel has been maintained for three months. Even if the four people are divine energy, they look a little tired at the moment.

Moreover, the golden clouds around the Kunlun ruins appear to vibrate from time to time, with signs of instability. It seems that they will soon fly into the space turbulence again.

Around the square, the holy order elders of the four forces looked forward to the space channel one by one. It was the deadline immediately. I don't know how their disciples got in there.

There are many treasures in the ruins of Kunlun. It should be a great harvest. I just hope the disciples don't have big casualties.

"I don't know how our disciples of BAGUAN get in there. Lord Peng, you have the most disciples from huoguan this time. I don't know if you're interested in making a bet with me. Let's bet who's got more disciples." Yun Mengze, the Lord of Duze temple, smiled.

"Hehe, the cloud Lord wants to bet. I'll accompany him naturally. I don't know what the cloud Lord wants to bet?" Peng Yue secretly wondered whether Shi Mu and the two men had given him the thing, but he remained silent.

"I heard that Lord Peng got a piece of Wanshui soft crystal some time ago. I was about to refine a magic weapon, but I happened to need this material. My bet is this." Yunmengze said with a smile. He turned his hand and took out a dark whip, which seemed to be refined from some kind of immortal bamboo, and the whip body appeared one by one.

"Black bamboo whip! Lord Yun was so confident that he even bet on this baby. " Peng Yue raised his eyebrows and said.

Yunmengze smiles but doesn't speak.

"Well, since Lord Yun is interested, I will accompany you naturally." Peng Yue smiled.

Other Taoist masters are also very interested at the moment. Several people also bet on the harvest of their disciples.

Qinglan holy land and Zhuyun sword sect are the same. Compared with before, the tension has eased a little.

At this moment, the half empty space channel was shining, and a group of disciples flew out. They were the disciples of Qinglan holy land. There were only about 30 people. The leader was Zhao Jian, who fell near several elders of Qinglan holy land.

Immortal Su Sheng frowned and several elders of Qinglan holy land changed their faces.

"Zhao Jian, why are there only you and others? Is it still behind? " Asked an old man with white eyebrows in the holy land of green orchids.

"Elder Liu, these people are all the disciples of our Qinglan holy land, and others have fallen in the secret territory." Zhao Jian lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and looked sad and excited.

"How possible!" The old man with white eyebrows changed his face when he heard the speech, and said in silence.

Seeing this, the other three parties did not show any schadenfreude. Their faces were more dignified, and the previously relaxed atmosphere disappeared.

There are 100 disciples in each sect who have entered the secret territory, and they are the leaders carefully selected by their respective sects. Many of them are very likely to win the holy territory as long as they take a little time.

According to the original estimate, the loss of a quarter or at most a third is the maximum limit, but now there is only less than a third, which is really a little unexpected.

At this time, the space passage flashed slightly, and another team of people flew out. This time, it was the cloud chasing sword sect, with fewer people than the Qinglan holy land, only more than 20 swallows.

Mu qianjue's face was a little ugly, not to mention the elders of the holy order behind him. If Mu Yishang hadn't been at the top of the team, I'm afraid his face would be more iron and blue.

"Mu Yi, why are you the only disciples?" Several cloud chasing sword sect elders flew over and asked quickly.

"Several elders, the disciples are not doing well, and other disciples have been killed in the secret territory." Mu Yi looks at Zhao Jian and others in Qinglan holy land, and a trace of hatred appears in his eyes.

"What!" Several elders of Zhuyun sword sect changed their faces.

Mu qianjue and others naturally noticed Mu Yi's eyes and turned to Zhao Jian.

Suddenly, the space channel flickered twice in a row, and the people of lichen sect and dark demon clan also flew out, which was similar to Qinglan holy land and Zhuyun sword sect. There were only a few more than 20 people on both sides.

In particular, the dark demons are all ordinary people who came out alive at the moment. None of those real elite disciples appeared here.

The same is true of the lichen sect. Except that Wen Hua of the Lihuo sect did not participate, only one of the other seven disciples came out.

Peng Yue's face was very ugly. He looked back and forth among more than 20 people of lichen sect for several times, but he didn't find the figure of Shi Mu and Yanluo. Did they fall into it?

Boom!

At this moment, the golden clouds outside the ruins of Kunlun trembled violently, and a large amount of golden light poured out, pushing out the four gods of Su Sheng, Shen Tu Nan, mu qianjue and Shi boundless.

The space passage trembled violently and closed abruptly after several breaths.

The golden light of the Kunlun ruins is flourishing, and the surrounding golden clouds rotate rapidly, wrapping the Kunlun ruins and slowly flying towards the distance of the sky at a rather slow speed.

At the moment, the three holy places and the dark devil clan are in a deep mood because of the heavy casualties under the door. They don't care about the closure of the Kunlun ruins.

"What the hell is going on? Why did so many disciples fall? " The white browed old man of Qinglan Holy Land looked at Zhao Jian and asked.

"Elder Liu, this is the case..." Zhao Jian said in detail when he was about to enter the ruins of Kunlun.

"The puppets in the ruins were very powerful, which exceeded our expectations and caused many casualties. But what really caused more than half of our disciples to fall was that after entering the ruins, the Taoist friends of Zhuyun sword sect and lichen sect did not cooperate at all and took care of their own interests. Only then did we get into by the puppet army and the dark demons, with heavy casualties. " Zhao Jian said coldly.

The old man with white eyebrows frowned and his eyes became cold.

"Hum! What Zhao Jian Daoyou said is really righteous, but on that stone platform, in full view of the public, Zhao Jian Daoyou was the first to kill several people of our lichen sect. I saw it with my own eyes. How do you explain this? " Don't hesitate to say with a sneer.

"If you were not the leader of lichen sect and Zhuyun sword sect, would I do it?" Zhao Jian looked at Mo grudge and Mu Yi and said angrily.

"Elder martial brother Zhao Jian will really confuse black and white. It's clear that you people from Qinglan Holy Land attacked us first." Mu Yi was filled with righteous indignation, and now he scolded with an angry face.

"I said earlier that at the beginning, the blow was not sent by our Qinglan disciples, but was planted and framed!" Zhao Jian refuted coldly.

"Hum! Do you have evidence to say that? Who knows if you are shirking responsibility! Besides, that little girl is dressed in your clothes of Qinglan Holy Land! " Mu Yi said with a sneer.

Zhao Jian was furious and was about to speak.

"Well, stop arguing." The old man suddenly made a sound and scolded.

Zhao Jian immediately closed his mouth, and his eyes still looked at Mo stingy regret and Mu Yi.

"According to what you said, did the disciples of the three holy places kill each other and finally die? As a leader, why don't you stop the fight? " The old man said in a deep voice.

"Liu Changlao, after we calmed down a little, we naturally stopped killing each other immediately, but then all of us fell into a trap and were shrouded in a huge magic array. This array can affect our minds. Everyone killed each other. All the last elite disciples of Qinglan Holy Land fell there, and most of them died in the hands of cloud chasing sword sect. " Zhao Jian's eyes were filled with hatred and looked at the disciples of Zhuyun sword sect not far away.

The old man with white eyebrows was livid and suddenly looked at the cloud chasing sword sect. A fierce killing intention suddenly broke out.

Other elders of Qinglan holy land also looked at the cloud chasing sword sect.

Several Saint level elders joined together like a huge mountain peak, overwhelming the people of cloud chasing sword sect.

At this moment, the shadow of the disciples of Zhuyun sword sect flashed in front of them, and several Saint level elders appeared. Their light was shining, and a huge breath burst out suddenly.

Two invisible momentum collided, and the void was buzzing and shaking violently.

"What do you mean? Is Qinglan holy land going to fight against my Zhuyun sword sect? I've just asked Mu Yi. Most of my disciples of cloud chasing sword sect were killed by people in your Qinglan holy land. If you want to do it, we should accompany you to the end! " A saint level elder of Zhuyun sword sect pinched the sword formula in his hand and said in a cold voice.

The two sides were at a crossfire for a moment, and it seemed that they would start at once.

"Stop!" A voice emerged and sounded like an evening drum and morning bell in the hearts of the people, making their killing intention disappear in an instant.

A figure slowly fell from the sky. It was real Su Sheng.

At the moment, Shen Tunan, mu qianjue and Shi boundless also fell from the air. The four gods existed, and their faces were not very good-looking.

"Two Taoist friends, it seems that the Kunlun ruins are far beyond our expectations. It's dangerous and unpredictable. As for the reasons for the heavy casualties of our disciples, I can't blame either side. Let's end it." Immortal Su Sheng looked at Shen Tu Nan and mu qianjue and said.

"That's it." Shen Tu Nan said expressionless.

Mu qianjue's face was gloomy. After a long time, he also nodded slowly.

Shi boundless looked at the only people left, his face was blue, but when he saw the tense appearance of the three holy places, he suddenly felt a little happy, diluting a bit of depression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since the ruins of Kunlun have disappeared, we don't have to stay here much. Let's say goodbye." With a big hand waved by immortal Su Sheng, a piece of blue light emerged, enveloping all the people in the holy land of Qinglan. With a flash of blue light, everyone in Qinglan Holy Land disappeared. Shen Tunan and mu qianjue soon left with the disciples of lichen sect and Zhuyun sword sect. Shi boundless sneered, waved his hand, and flew back to the nearby giant boat with the only remaining dark demon family. In the twinkling of an eye, the nearby area returned to silence, and only those temporary shelters stood there alone Shi Mu naturally doesn't know anything about the outside situation. At the moment, he is still in retreat in Baoyue palace. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.