"Respectable? I love respectability so much!"

"Since you still know how to be decent, why do you have to keep doing these things that are not worthy of being on the stage?"

Meng Chen laughed wantonly and had no intention of letting anyone go. He now had absolute strength to crush everyone on the flying boat, and no one else dared to act on their own.

Meng Chen sneered, but Huang Qi's hoarse voice came to his ears.

"Master Meng, just let them go! They are just clowns, why do you care about them?"

Meng Chen didn't care about what others said, but he still had to be cautious about what Huang Qi said, after all, there was a person whose cultivation was enough to crush him.

Of course, there is not no way out. There is still some energy left on the Azure Dragon's scales, which should be able to help him escape.

But that is the last means of saving one's life. It must not be used unless one is on the verge of death.

Meng Chen's gaze swept across these cultivators, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more intense. He even missed Yun Ying a little. Although that woman always went against him, she would never do such stupid and brainless tricks.

Meng Chen looked at them for a long time before saying to Huikong: "Huikong, let them down!"

Huikong was originally full of disappointment and was thinking about how to make Meng Chen give in, but who knew that Meng Chen suddenly changed his mind.

"You..." He still didn't ask, and quickly led people to put Bai Ting and Xiao Yicheng down.

Because their spiritual powers were sealed, they had no way of using their skills to resist the strong winds and severe cold, so they were now in an increasingly miserable state, with frost covering their bodies, and they could only barely be seen as human beings.

Huikong sighed and asked someone to take them downstairs to wash up.

Those people were angry but dared not say anything. They glared at Meng Chen fiercely and took Bai Ting and Xiao Yicheng away.

Meng Chen also withdrew his gaze and looked at the red sky in the distance.

For some unknown reason, the end of the dead and desolate black wilderness turned into a blood-red area. From afar, the clouds looked like a river of blood falling from the sky, flashing with a strange luster.

Meng Chen felt an indescribable pressure, which was filled with violence, blood and bloodlust.

It seemed like a cruel ancient battlefield. Wherever the eyes looked, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood-red color was dazzling among the broken limbs.

Meng Chen looked at Monk Huikong standing beside him. This guy should be disgusted by this kind of environment, right?
To his surprise, Monk Huikong just looked on calmly, not affected at all by the surrounding environment.

What he didn't see was that Monk Huikong's hands, which always twisted the Buddhist beads, were now hidden in his sleeves. His hands were trembling slightly, and he found that his heart was beating fast, but the emotion was not fear, but excitement, as if a suppressed demon was about to revive.

Half a day later, they arrived. The endless land in front of them was covered with cracks. In the gaps, boiling magma was rolling and bubbling in some places. Explosions would occur from time to time, spewing out large amounts of magma.

A hot breath hit his face, and Meng Chen's eyes suddenly became deep, looking for the enemy.

However, as far as they could see, there was only their flying boat, and as for the enemy... there was none at all.

The others were obviously a little confused as well. The four major families joined forces with the masters of the thirteen days to fight here.

But now, they arrived here exhausted, but the other party was nowhere to be seen.

As they were stunned, a spark ignited in front of their eyes, and then red flame feathers emerged in the space around them and gradually manifested. After a while, a tall body emerged, more than five meters tall. Above the body was a bird head with a pointed beak, completely shrouded in a golden mask. The feathers on its back trembled, and a pair of large wings spread out in front of everyone.

After fully emerging, the flame patterns on his body also appeared, and the hot energy aura emanated, making the already hot environment even more scorching. Everyone was terrified. Could this be a cultivator from the Thirteenth Heaven? Wasn't it said that there would be a duel between the Nascent Soul Realm? Why did such a powerful person appear?
The man turned around, his cold eyes swept over everyone, and a hoarse voice came out: "I am Huang Qi, responsible for your safety outside the secret realm."

Hearing this familiar voice, Meng Chen understood that this was the Huang Qi who had reminded him before.

Huikong, Zhou Chao and the others had obviously never seen Huang Qi before, so they bowed respectfully with great fear and trepidation at this moment.

"Greetings, senior!"

"Greetings, senior!"

……

Meng Chen also followed suit and bowed. Huang Qi's eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at Meng Chen.

"Mr. Meng, His Majesty said that you still have a chance to regret. Do you want your real body or your clone to enter the secret realm?"

Meng Chen pondered for a moment, and without hesitation, "Just the real body!"

"Then I will help you suppress my realm now, okay?" Huang Qi asked.

The group's eyes suddenly became eager. The reason they couldn't defeat Meng Chen now was because Meng Chen's original realm was too high.

If he is suppressed to the same level, he, Meng Chen, will definitely die!
Meng Chen noticed their movements vigilantly and frowned slightly: "That's not necessary. I can suppress my realm myself."

Huikong was a little worried: "Meng Chen, your self-proclaimed realm may not be so stable. Since they have set up the Nascent Soul battlefield, all forces beyond the Nascent Soul realm will be wiped out. In my opinion, let Senior Huang Qi help you suppress it!"

"No, I'm worried. I'll do it myself." Meng Chen turned around and went back to the cabin. He was very good at suppressing his cultivation.

Outside, Xiao Yicheng and Bai Ting smiled at each other. The hatred hidden in their eyes continued to accumulate, waiting for the right opportunity to explode and drown Meng Chen.

Monk Huikong asked about the situation here. Huang Qi raised his eyes, and the scene in front of him was reflected in his red-yellow pupils. As several laws were cast, the space in front of him vibrated, and an invisible energy barrier appeared.

Under the influence of Huang Qi's power of law, the portal flashed with a cold purple light and was completely exposed to everyone.

As the space curved and wrinkled, two figures slowly emerged.

"Hahaha, I thought you couldn't even find the space portal! I underestimated you!"

The person who was speaking had a normal human appearance, but his skin was dark purple, exactly like the space portal. Although he could restrain himself, he still unconsciously released violent energy fluctuations. They could see that this person was at a high level and should not be a cultivator participating in the duel.

Huang Qi stood opposite them, with the wings behind him folded up, wrapping him up.

"Who is coming?" He spoke in a firm voice, neither humble nor arrogant.

"The descendants of the Phoenix? Why are you willing to stay in this lower world and be a small guard?" The purple-skinned man frowned and spoke in surprise.

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