In the center of the isolated island, colorful fog surged, and endless power of heaven and earth faintly radiated.

After approaching the mysterious phantom, Wang An felt a powerful pressure, and the intertwined phantoms appeared and were both real and illusory.

As the power of the vast and mysterious law raged, Wang An stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, and saw that the mysterious phantoms actually overlapped with strange islands and finally showed them in substance.

The sky and the earth change color, the void is broken, and you can feel the earth-shaking changes here thousands of miles away.

Deep in the Three Holy Sects, there was a cave with a rolling spiritual energy, an old man in a gray robe and a white beard and eyebrows. He sat cross-legged, his body surging with a light of inspiration and running circles.

“Buzz!”

At this time, he seemed to have some sense. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a surging wave in his eyes.

He seemed to have some sense. Through the distance between time and space, he seemed to see the colorful fog that appeared in the endless sea.

Not long after, in the Three Holy Sects, about twenty figures left the sect.

Wang An thought of it and released Xiao Jin directly, and then ran towards the fog.

When we arrived at the surging colorful fog, a series of breathtaking spirits came to our faces, ancient vicissitudes, and spiritual energy gushed out, just like a holy place for cultivation.

The fog rolled, and a suction force suddenly came, and Wang An was directly sucked into the mysterious space.

His body moved, as if he was galloping in the air, spinning around. The next moment, Wang An found himself landing on a grassland.

There are flowers everywhere here, full of spiritual energy, and the running hares are faintly carrying a trace of flowing spiritual energy.

The sky here is gray, and it seems to be completely separated from the external interface and becomes independent into space.

"Where is this place?" Wang An's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he looked around.

Although he came to a mysterious space and was deserted, Wang An was not very afraid.

Turning around, closing your eyes, activate the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art, and the powerful spiritual consciousness spreads to all directions.

...

Let’s talk about half an hour just passed after Wang An went in.

The demonic energy rolled, and the sound of breaking through the air made a loud noise, and a large group of people came here.

"Haha, this is indeed the secret realm of Penglai Island." The face of the great priest of the sea tribe laughed like a shriveled chrysanthemum at this moment.

He pointed his finger and the mysterious mirror floating in the void turned back into his hand.

"According to the records of classics, only sea beasts that can enter level 8 or below level 8 can only enter level 8. You can go in quickly." The high priest said to the people behind him excitedly.

A huge force came from the fog, and sea beasts of level 8 or below were sucked into the Penglai Secret Realm.

Afterwards, level 8 sea beasts came here in the surrounding sea area. All of them entered the Penglai Secret Realm.

Half an hour later, the people from the Three Saint Island finally arrived here. All the monks with cultivation level below the Nascent Soul (including Nascent Soul) were teleported into the Penglai Secret Realm.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator had just entered the secret realm, and his face changed drastically. The spiritual pressure around him suddenly dropped, and he seemed to have become a Jindan cultivator.

"There is a mysterious rule power here, and the cultivation level has decreased!"

"No. I'm still perfect in the Golden Pill!"

"Hey, it seems that there is only suppression on the Nascent Soul monks."

For a moment, everyone was talking.

One hour later, the spiritual energy on the isolated island rolled, and the colorful clouds and mist slowly disappeared.

The world is clear and bright, all the visions disappear, and nothing seems to have been born.

"Let's go, after the Penglai Secret Realm is over, the monks inside will naturally be teleported out." The great priest of the sea clan waved his hand and turned into a spiritual light and broke through the air.

When he left, he glanced at the old monster of the Three Holy Sect meaningfully.

...

In a distant place, there are vast oceans and seas everywhere, with islands of all sizes, with different shapes, ranging from a small area of ​​hundreds of feet to a large area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, like a huge area of ​​6.

There seem to be no 6 places here at all, there are only islands.

On an island with surging waves and rolling sea water, dense monks gathered at this moment.

In the middle of this island, there is a huge vortex, which rotates out a series of spatial forces.

"Now that Penglai Fairy Pavilion has appeared, you are Tiantianjiao chosen by hundreds of islands. After entering, you must not kill each other." A 70-year-old man with a gaze like lightning, aura around him, and a vast qi and blood are floating in the air.

"It is rumored that monks from all over the world will appear in the several worlds connected to Penglai Fairy Pavilion. Be careful after you go in... Finally, I wish you all the victory here." The old man looked at the monk who was as excited as if he was injected with chicken blood.

As he spoke, the monks waved their hands and moved their bodies, and they all jumped into the vortex of the power of the law in the void.

...

Wang An, the Hai clan, and the people of the Three Saints Sects had no idea that at this moment, thousands of opponents had entered the Penglai Secret Realm.

Rumble!

Between a forest, sword energy was scattered, dust was flying, trees were broken, and the earth was trembling.

I saw a young man in blue pointing his finger and a flying sword rolling around. The majestic sword energy fell on a grizzly bear with level seven spiritual pressure. The grizzly bear roared, and its huge head flew into the air, and blood spilled over the void.

Wang An put away his flying sword and flew excitedly to a three-foot-high spiritual grass.

This spiritual herb contains several thumb-sized red fruits, and its spiritual energy surges.

"Haha, the thousand-year-old red hibiscus fruit! Good luck today!" Wang An laughed happily.

The red fu fruit can be used to refine body elixirs. It is very rare and hard to find. It is basically priceless. I didn’t expect to meet a plant here.

At this time, Wang An finally understood why the grizzly bear was so strong just now. I must have taken the red fu fruit before.

Without saying a word, Wang An directly transplanted the spiritual medicine into the Eight Desert Heavenly Tower.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to get out the bear gall and inner liner.

"Wang An, Bear Paw, I want to take Bear Paw. This sutra of spiritual medicine I have found."

Xiao Jin crawled onto the huge grizzly bear corpse and jumped up and down to Wang An and shouted.

...

On a calm lake, Wang An killed a terrifying strange fish with a calm expression.

At this time, there was a bamboo-like spiritual herb in my hand. The spiritual herb was only three feet tall and covered with fish scales.

“Buzz!”

At this moment, the aura on the lake was rolling, the space was shattered, and two figures suddenly floated in the air.

Both of them are in their early thirties, one is wearing white clothes and the other is wearing purple clothes. Both of them are in the late stage of the Golden Pill cultivation.

"Hey, there is actually a native here, and only the early stage of the Golden Pill dares to come here." The white-clothed monk looked at Wang An with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"This... this is the water scale grass, my god! There is actually a water scale grass here. I'll hand over the spiritual medicine quickly. I can let you leave here." The purple monk, wrapped his arms around and looked at Wang An arrogantly.
Chapter completed!