My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

After everyone in Jingxin Lake saluted Zhong Qing in turn, they left in the direction they came from.

Although they suffered heavy losses, the storm has now subsided. If they don't encounter any other dangers, it should not be a problem for them to retreat to the mountain pass.

Zhong Qing returned to the ice lake and put away the seven-colored glazed grass.

The tentacle monster seemed to be some alien species from heaven and earth. Although it was powerful, its intelligence was not high and it was impossible to communicate directly.

But after Qilin subdued the tentacle monster, he could sense some of its thoughts.

Only then did Zhong Qing realize that this colorful glaze grass was also attractive to tentacle monsters.

The tentacle monster has been on the White Wind Plain for countless years, and many of the natural treasures here have become its nutrients, otherwise it would have been difficult for it to grow to this size.

It was just that the aura of the Seven-Colored Glazed Spirit Grass was previously obscured by the ancient formation, so it could not sense it.

It was only when Ming Yuexian broke the formation and the aura of the spiritual herbs leaked out that the tentacle monster was attracted.

No wonder I haven’t encountered it before. It came as soon as Ming Yuexian broke the formation.

This giant creature lurking underground with tentacles everywhere is probably one of the most terrifying threats on the White Wind Plain.

But now that it has been subdued by Zhong Qing, the danger of the White Wind Plain has decreased a bit.

Of course, the unlucky people in Jingxin Lake were unable to enjoy this benefit.

After collecting the spiritual herbs, Zhong Qing left the ice lake and continued heading towards the secret realm.

Now that the ghost white wind has subsided, he can once again sense the location of the secret realm through the iron sheet.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.

That day, Zhong Qing did not encounter any ups and downs.

Of course, this doesn't mean there are no dangers along the way.

According to everyone in the Zhan Yue Sect, the most dangerous thing in the Baifeng Plain, apart from the Ghost Baifeng, is the many ancient formations hidden in the ruins.

Most of these formations are broken and have lost their stability, but they are even more dangerous.

But Zhong Qing happened to have an aura of immunity to formations, so he passed by without even feeling the existence of those formations, let alone the danger.

However, I didn't sense any black and white aura along the way. It seems that the two of them are very far apart, and it is unlikely that they will meet again before reaching the entrance to the secret realm.

By the afternoon of the next day, Zhong Qing had already walked tens of thousands of miles.

His figure passed by quickly amidst the snow, leaving only a dead silence around him.

There weren't even many living things on the White Wind Plains.

After all, ordinary wild beasts and ferocious beasts cannot survive here.

But on the other hand, this also means that anything that can survive here is extraordinary.

Tentacle monsters are an example.

As they approached the center of the secret realm, the terrain of the plain became a little more complicated. When Zhong Qing reached a mountain pass, he heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from inside.

His eyes moved and he walked into it.

Then he saw a man and a beast fighting fiercely.

It was a ferocious beast covered in silver-white hair, more than ten feet tall, with swollen and knotted muscles. It looked like a giant ape, but had a head like a tiger or leopard.

Its whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and wherever its fists reached, rocks exploded.

Every move is filled with explosive power, which is shocking.

Fighting with the leopard-headed giant ape was a tall and beautiful figure wearing white palace clothing.

The beauty was seen holding a mirror in one hand and a long sword in the other, her figure as graceful as an immortal.

The long sword in his right hand slashed out with a sharp sword light, cutting off the top of the mountain with one sword, and slashed on the body of the leopard-headed giant ape, tearing wounds one after another.

The mirror in the left hand would occasionally emit light, which would fall on the giant ape, causing its movements to freeze and creating an opportunity for attack.

Zhong Qing watched the fight inside calmly.

I recognized this person as the Holy Maiden of Jingxin Lake, Ming Suxin, whom I had met before.

I didn’t expect that not long after parting with Ming Yuexian and others, I would meet their lost saint so soon.