Chapter 252: A Big Fight in the Secret Realm

The battle ended so quickly that the ten cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty had no time to react before they were completely killed.

"Brothers, hurry up! Clean up the battlefield quickly, collect the spoils, and then you can go home.

The commotion just now was really big, you must leave as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble. The master has ordered that you must not reveal your identity."

"Understood!"

After collecting the spoils, the clone burned the bodies of the ten cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty and immediately returned to the space of all things.

Only the No. 163 clone was left in this area, and the spiritual fluctuations generated by the battle just now had disappeared, as if they had been absorbed by the secret realm.

The scene at this moment was like a calm sea after a storm, as if nothing had happened.

Although the spiritual fluctuations generated by the battle disappeared, the commotion caused by the battle just now was not small, and cultivators from other places must have noticed it.

As expected, several teams were rushing towards him at a high speed.

"I still can't stay here. I have to change my position first, otherwise it will be difficult to explain what happened just now." No. 163 clone thought to himself.

He made a decision immediately and thought of a countermeasure in an instant.

His body jumped lightly, like a cheetah, and quickly disappeared from the spot, and hid his breath again.

Not long after, the place where No. 163 just stood seemed to be covered by several storms, and several exploring spiritual consciousnesses extended here as fast as lightning.

However, these extended spiritual consciousnesses were like tentacles groping in the dark, and they could not detect the breath of No. 163.

They collided with each other in the air, stirring up invisible ripples, as if stirring up circles of water waves in the chaos.

The exploring spiritual consciousnesses collided with each other, and the owners of these spiritual consciousnesses instantly became alert.

A melee is about to take place, and such a situation has been staged countless times in the secret realm.

At this moment, these spiritual consciousnesses are like countless bright lights flashing in the darkness, they intertwine and entangle with each other, like a strange painting.

Each spiritual consciousness represents a powerful existence, and their collision is like a sparkling firework, bursting with dazzling light.

These lights contain endless energy and malice, as if they are ferocious beasts, ready to pounce on each other at any time.

Finally, several parties collided with each other, and the process was not complicated, even a little monotonous.

They were like several torrents converging together, without the slightest confusion, and naturally formed two camps.

Among these scattered teams, there are always a few people who know each other.

Their identities do not need to be distinguished, as if they are destined.

He is not the only one who can quickly distinguish the identities of enemies and friends like No. 163. There are not a few cultivators on both sides who enter the secret realm, and there are always a few people who observe things in detail.

The cultivators of the Dagan Dynasty and the Anyuan Dynasty confronted each other, and the war was about to break out.

Their eyes met, as if sparks could be created.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if even the wind had stopped breathing.

They exuded a powerful aura, as if they were bombs about to explode.

Their fingers tightly grasped the magic weapon, as if they were ready to release a fatal blow at any time.

"Bang bang bang!"

The melee between the two sides started instantly.

The strength of the enemy and us was not much different.

The number of cultivators on both sides was about fifty.

In this chaotic scene, the cultivators on both sides began to suspect and test each other.

Some cultivators fought against each other, and some cultivators fought against each other.

Everyone was looking for the other's weaknesses, trying to gain an advantage in this melee.

Their eyes flashed with greed and cruelty, as if they were a group of hungry wolves, waiting to pounce on their prey.

At this time, the secret realm was filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere, as if a ruthless killing was about to take place.

A melee has broken out, and everyone is fighting for their survival in the secret realm.

Their faces are full of fear and despair, and their eyes are filled with the desire for life and the fear of death.

In this melee, no one can stay out of it, and everyone must fight for their own survival.

This is a battle that determines life and death. Only the strong can survive, and the weak can only become a stepping stone for others.

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Not far away, No. 163 witnessed the whole process of the melee.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He didn't expect that the battle he just had actually triggered a big melee of hundreds of immortal cultivators, which was too spectacular.

No. 163 is now a little undecided, and immediately sent a message to Chen Ze.

"Master, there are hundreds of immortal cultivators from two dynasties in the secret realm who are fighting fiercely. Should I wait for an opportunity to mix into the immortal cultivator camp of the Dagan Dynasty to participate in the battle, or wait for a mantis catching a cicada?"

The voice of No. 163 sounded in Chen Ze's mind.

Chen Ze did not hesitate at all. He immediately answered: "Of course it is the latter."

What's the point of joining the melee? Isn't it like looking for death in the toilet? It may even lead to the demise of the clone.

But this is a rare opportunity. If they can seize this opportunity, they may get more cultivation resources.

It's like a traveler walking in the desert suddenly seeing an oasis, which makes people feel extremely excited and expectant.

"Yes, Master." No. 163's voice was full of respect.

Chen Ze seemed to be interested as well. With a thought, his spiritual consciousness descended on No. 163.

"What's the situation now?" Chen Ze asked calmly.

No. 163 immediately told Chen Ze what happened.

And Chen Ze also observed the melee in front through No. 163's eyes.

It was a frightening picture. The immortal cultivators were flying in the air, performing various gorgeous spells, and the light was flashing, illuminating the entire sky.

It was the first time that Chen Ze saw so many immortal cultivators fighting together. It really meant a war in the immortal world.

Chen Ze controlled No. 163's body to quietly approach the scene of the melee.

He hid in the dark, observing the situation on the field, as if he was an invisible observer, silently watching this fierce battle.

The immortal cultivators of the two dynasties were fighting fiercely, and they exuded a strong aura.

The cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty seemed to have a slight advantage, and the cultivators of the Dagan Dynasty were beaten back.

Their spells collided with each other, causing bursts of dazzling light, blooming like fireworks.

The cultivators of the two dynasties shuttled through the battlefield like ghosts, dazzling people.

Their attack methods were diverse, some used spells to attack, some used swordsmanship to attack, and some used talismans to attack, which made people overwhelmed.