Last time Qi Yalan came here, although she didn't really go deep into it, she basically figured out the formation and restrictions around Medicine Mountain. It wouldn't be difficult to find the entrance again.

However, the information about this place has already spread, so the number of cultivators who rushed over to join the fun far exceeded expectations. Qi Yalan now only hopes that these guys haven't broken into the core area of Medicine Mountain, otherwise she and Junior Brother would have been busy for nothing.

Sword radiance filled the sky, dazzling and containing a chilling killing intent. Just ten steps away, everything became blurry. Flames and clouds surged, and countless thunderbolts fell like raindrops, accompanied by the desperate screams of cultivators and various threats and curses.

The power of high-level sword cultivation was already terrifying, and with Qing Muling's guidance, Qi Yalan's attacks were precise and ruthless, mostly fatal with just one move. It was rare to find someone who could confront her head-on.

After Qi Yalan killed three waves of intercepting cultivators, the scene was filled with corpses, a gruesome sight. The guys who hadn't made a move retreated one after another, no longer daring to block her.@@novelbin@@

In just a few breaths, all the bodies turned into light rain and dissipated in the air, leaving only a pile of artifacts and clothes on the ground.

After the death of cultivators in the Misty Illusion Secret Realm, they would all end up like this, unable to take anything with them, only their damaged divine souls returning to their bodies. As for the special artifacts that could be taken out of the secret realm, there was a considerable chance of losing them.

When the surroundings quieted down, Qing Muling swept his gaze around. The environment had completely changed from when they first entered. Hazy mist filled the field of vision. Hundreds of steps away, a winding and rugged path with a milky white glow extended from the ground to the sky.

At the end of the path was a small glowing portal, with colorful radiance flowing. Inside the door, faintly visible were endless mountains, and the space was unusually vast, like a separate world.

Qing Muling withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to collect the artifacts and space bracelets of the dead cultivators, examining them one by one. However, with his current perspective, most of the things could only be considered ordinary goods, and he didn't feel any regret in discarding them. Less than one-fifth of them caught his eye.

But there were many resources in those space bracelets, which added up to a decent harvest and could be kept.

"Alright, let's go in first."

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