The sky was slightly cold, and the water was vast.

The ships were getting closer and closer to the Sumeru Sea, and the bustle and bustle halfway gradually became quieter.

Previously, monks came to visit in the name of communication. However, Ni Yunjiao was as scary as snow on the mountain. Jian Ling was an old fox, and she was smooth and did not touch her hands. As for Ni Yunchu, she was even more amazing. She smiled and made those malicious monks cry and shouted at her parents under the banner of competition, and never dared to get close again.

Jian Ling was speechless. Ni Yunchu was the same in front of his brother, and another in front of outsiders. He was the same in the same way as the ghost spirit. Even if he didn't pay attention, he suffered a lot of losses.

Now the agreement between Ni Yunchu and his brother is getting closer. With his own selfishness alone, Jian Ling really hopes that the boy will hit the wall and fall down hard.

However--

The sword light in front of him was like water, but it seemed soft, but in fact it was hidden. Ni Yunchu must have suppressed his cultivation, otherwise the movement would not be so small, but the power in it was like thunder, domineering and fierce.

Jian Ling sat upright, his eyes showing a slight surprise. Ni Yunchu actually saw the sword intent in a short time!

Such a growth rate is really amazing.

But soon, he lay back, and turned his eyes to the dark sky, and a gentle sigh overflowed from his lips.

The Demon Lord Chu Yi has been in the cultivation stage of the God Transformation Stage. The only time he used a sword in the past few hundred years was when he split the deep sea divine realm with a sword three hundred years ago. The sword energy has not disappeared so terrifying. Compared with him, Ni Yunchu's strength is as different as a natural barrier.

Rising stars... can they really wait for that day?

As a sword flower was pulled up, Ni Yunchu put away the sword, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and a dazzling brilliance in his eyes. Just a little bit away, he...

Holding the sword in his hand tightly, Ni Yunchu suddenly restrained his smile and his eyebrows became quieter.

It's still a little bit worse.

He didn't notice Jian Ling lying on the cabin on his back. After hesitating on the deck for a while, he decided to go to take a shower and change clothes first, and then go to find his brother.

When he walked into the room with a refreshing look, he saw Ni Yunjiao and Jian Ling sitting opposite each other.

They were discussing swordsmanship, from ancient genres to remote swordsmanship, and they had a very tacit understanding. No matter what they mentioned, the other person could take on the conversation.

Ni Yunchu sat aside, just listening casually at first, and then sat down to correct the topics they talked about, not only were there many that he hadn't heard before, but he couldn't even understand many of them.

He looked at Ni Yunjiao's face and was slightly stunned. It was the first time he saw his brother relaxing like this...

Ni Yunchu couldn't help but clench his fists and silently recorded what they were talking about.

"Brother Jin's understanding of swordsmanship is really amazing," Jian Ling sighed, "I have lived for so many years, but I am not as good as that."

"Fellow Daoist Jian is not here, otherwise he will achieve something," Ni Yunjiao's voice was indifferent, like the snow that never melted all year round on the mountain. "I'm just ordinary and have nothing to do, and I've been practicing sword for a long time."

Ni Yunchu was stunned when he said this casually, and an indescribable emotion arose in his heart. When his spirit and popularity were flourishing, his obviously amazing brother could only stay in the deep courtyard because of his so-called "talent". He was not valued and had no one to accompany him.

His heart suddenly felt like it was pricked by a needle, tingling and painful.

When Ni Yunchu was ten years old, he had passed by a village with his grandfather. There was a young man about the same age as him in that village. His stepmother was in charge and was bullied since childhood. At that time, people from a small nearby sect came to take disciples and tested their spiritual roots for them. Coincidentally, the young man was not tested, but the younger brother born to his stepmother tested the three spiritual roots.

This is already a good qualification in a small place. The young man immediately knelt on the ground in despair and was humiliated by his younger brother. But in fact, the young man did not have spiritual roots. On the contrary, he was a better single spiritual root, but was just hidden because of his special physique. At that time, his grandfather asked him if he wanted to take the young man back, and after a brief thought, he answered calmly and almost coldly:

"If he dares to resist, he will save him; if he dares not, he will be just a useless person."

Grandfather nodded and smiled. The boy did not resist in the end, and his figure was humble and embarrassed. He just smiled coldly at this and quickly threw it behind his head.

There are countless more tragic encounters in this world than his brother, but Ni Yunchu has always watched coldly, using his intelligence that is not of this age to look down on the joys and sorrows. Now, he finally knows the feeling of heartache, and it is even more uncomfortable than empathy.

Unlike Ni Yunchu's sourness, Jian Ling vaguely heard about Ni Yunjiao's situation in the Ni family and admired it very much.

The power of a strong man will never stick to everything external.

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he raised the teacup with a smile: "I will have a cup of Brother Jing Jin."

There was clear water in the teacup, and Ni Yunjiao nodded slightly and drank it all.

The day before the ship arrived at his destination, Ni Yunchu's swordsmanship finally got his brother's recognition, but the effect of the disguise pill disappointed him - his brother not only did not become ugly, but also became more handsome! His completely different appearance is more in line with Ni Yunjiao's serious and cold temperament than his real appearance, just like a banished immortal in the sky, which is unforgettable.

Ni Yunchu was very unhappy, with her phoenix eyes drooping, like a cat waiting for someone to pass through. Ni Yunjiao had a slight smile in his eyes, and he was always patient with his younger brother.

At this time, he slowly said to Ni Yunchu: "The disguise pill is unstable and difficult to control. Ah Chu, do you remember this lesson?"

Ni Yunchu responded depressedly, leaned his head against the man's shoulder, and said quietly: "Brother is like this, I'm probably more eye-catching in the secret realm."

Ni Yunjiao said: "What is the significance of our monks who should focus on cultivation and indulge in appearance?"

Ni Yunchu smiled at him. He suddenly had an idea: If someone covets his brother, he would kill him with one sword. I believe that - the brother would never blame him.

After all, they are each other's only relatives. Thinking of this, Ni Yunchu rubbed the man's shoulder in exchange for a man's comforting touch. The brother's defenselessness made the boy's heart very soft.

Jian Ling was stunned when Ni Yunjiao disguised himself.

It is as snow as the mountains, as bright as the moon among the clouds.

The man in white in front of him clearly looked like Senior Brother Mu Yun before his death!

In addition to the wrong cultivation, wrong sword, and even the expression and temperament of the person do not even seem to be reincarnation, but come alive directly from memory!

The Secret Realm of Sumeru is much more lively than in the past. Many casual cultivators are unclear. So why are some disciples of major sects gathered here?

Did the major sects finally decide to take action to eliminate the demon cultivators?

Joy, suspicion, loss, expectation, and all kinds of emotions are all in one go. But it is undeniable that they all have more confidence and confidence.

With so many famous disciples here, they are more confident of going out alive.

However, in fact, these disciples of the sect themselves did not have enough confidence. Without the enthusiasm of the sect's previous lectures, after being ambushed by the demon cultivators in the secret realm several times, they had already changed from being eager to eradicate the demons and protecting their lives from being cautious. Some disciples who lacked experience even had their eyes red and were huddled behind their senior brothers and sisters in fear.

The Sumeru Secret Realm can only enter the Jindan level below the level of cultivation. Logically, the power of the Dao Demon here should be almost the same, but the demon world has produced a stunning left guardian. He has developed a martial art that can make the demon cultivator look one level lower than his actual cultivation level, but his actual strength has not been reduced much.

This leads to the highest strength of Taoist cultivators in the Secret Realm of Sumeru is only in the late stage of foundation building, while the demon cultivators are in the late stage of Jindan. A gap in the realm brings absolute suppression.

Ni Yunchu was walking in the secret realm, with his back straightened, and wearing a white dress that looked like his brother, which looked like another pleasing to the eye.

His appearance has become a little mediocre by the Disguise Pill, but his calmness and arrogance make him look extraordinary and extraordinary.

Zhao Yue chattered and spoke enthusiastically, but from beginning to end, only her second senior brother Qian Ming agreed. She was not annoyed. Looking at the tall figure walking in front of her without looking back, her eyes turned and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, I think I know where your brother is!"

The figure stopped and turned to look at her, her eyes were like glass, with a little arrogant look on her face.

Zhao Yue blushed when he saw it and whispered: "The Secret Realm of Sumeru opens every hundred years. The most precious treasures are in the Sumeru Palace. They are a must-visit place for monks. Wherever we wait, we will definitely wait for the brothers of the Taoist brothers."

When Ni Yunchu heard this, his eyebrows and eyes were not stretched.

As soon as he entered the secret realm, he and his brother separated. As soon as he thought that his brother could not use his spiritual power too many times, he became anxious and had a little more hostile look on his eyebrows.

Along the way, he ignored the "low-key priority" instructions from his brother before, and drew his sword as soon as he saw the demon cultivator. When he watched them disappear with a tragic slash, Ni Yunchu felt a little relaxed because he knew that if there was one demon cultivator missing in the secret realm, the brother would be less threatened.

Zhao Yue and her senior brother Qian Ming were rescued by him when he killed the demon cultivator. They also separated from the master's sect when they entered the secret realm, and after being rescued, they became attached to him.

Because he thought that he could use Zhao Yue's fellow disciples to find his brother's whereabouts, Ni Yunchu did not refuse their colleagues, even though the woman named Zhao Yue was really noisy...

Thinking impatiently, Ni Yunchu showed some polite smile on his face: "Does Fellow Daoist know where the Sumeru Palace is?" No matter what, this is always the same path.

Zhao Yue lowered her head a little embarrassedly when she heard this, and said stutteringly: "My father said that the Sumeru Palace is an immortal weapon and has never been a fixed position..." After a pause, she added, "However, it likes the extremely yin land. If we go all the way, we will gain something."

Ni Yunchu nodded expressionlessly, wondering if he had heard it.

One month later.

Walking through the illusion, the young man in white looked into the distance, staring blankly. There, a towering palace floating in the air, looming.

Behind him, the two siblings in a mess came out of the illusion one by one, with pale faces, which formed a sharp contrast with the spotless Ni Yunchu. Zhao Yue looked at him admiringly, remembering her embarrassed look, and quickly lowered her head and used several cleaning techniques.

Qian Ming was helpless. As a man, he could naturally see that fellow Daoist Mo had no affection for his junior sister, and had never even seen her directly. The junior sister was afraid that she would be wrong.

Seeing that the junior sister stared at Ni Yun for the first time, he quickly changed her gaze: "Junior sister, look, is it Sumeru Palace there?"

Zhao Yue took a look and withdrew her gaze without interest: "Probably..."

However, Ni Yunchu suddenly turned his head and said to them: "There must be an ambush in front of the Sumeru Palace, and even the cultivation level must be quite high. At that time, there will be a hard battle--"

His words came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, a small teleportation array appeared under the feet of the three of them. The light of the teleportation array flashed, and the next moment, they disappeared from the spot.

The hall was dark, and there were all kinds of shouts and curses in my ears.

Ni Yunchu looked at the surrounding environment and saw cultivators standing in groups of three or five in the spacious hall. On a rough look, there were as many as a hundred people, and there was no magic cultivator. The door was closed, and someone was constantly attacking with magic weapons, but he could not destroy a single trace, and could not even leave a trace.

There is a plaque hanging in the hall, and the words "Sumeri" written in ancient small seal script look particularly gloomy at this time.

There was no brother in the crowd.

The brother and sister Zhao Yue and Qianming who were teleported together were gone. Does that mean that some monks are in another similar place?

Someone shouted in despair: "Demon Cultivator! This is the conspiracy of the Demon Cultivator!"

The monks started to stir up.

At this moment, the environment they were in suddenly changed and turned into a dark grotto. Ni Yunchu found that the people around him were gone, only himself was left.

Behind me it was pitch black, and in front of me were three narrow paths, each with a plaque on it, namely "Ask the Heart", "Ask the Way" and "Ask the Way".

He was silent for a moment, took a slow step, and walked towards the "question technique".

Brother, wait for me.

Jian Ling was one of the first monks to "ask for the heart". He used his family's immortal weapon to suppress his cultivation, and his strength was far above everyone else, but even so, he was seriously injured.

He was on the road of testing in the Sumeru Palace, but not only did he not receive any rewards, but he was also full of dangers and murderous intent, which was completely different from what he remembered.

Is this place controlled by the demon cultivator?
To be continued...