1090 Extreme Sprint, Chaos in the Wasteland (3)
The Zhenhuang Hall was looking for trouble, but couldn’t find anything on him.

Even if Wu Chaoshen was an elite and in the realm of heaven immortals, how could they simply accuse him without evidence?

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Wu Chaoshen didn’t refute.

“Buzz!”

A light sound rang out, and a golden light flashed in front of Wang Minghe.

He reached out and grabbed it, revealing a communication golden talisman with the sect’s emblem on it.

His divine sense probed into it, his face turned pale, and he exclaimed, “How is this possible!”

Beside him, Chen Qiu was about to speak when two communication symbols appeared in front of him as well.

He reached out and took them, his expression constantly changing.

“The Immortal Demon King of the Bitter Immortal Realm is suspected to have died from serious injuries. All the Demon Kings are fighting for the Nirvana Pearl.

“The experts of the Ascendant Tiger Guards entered the jurisdiction of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. Their deputy commander killed five Heaven Immortal realm Elders, and the Sword Sect has issued a mission to hunt them down.

“The Gale Bandits are gathering to rescue the captives held by Yuze Province, including Heaven Immortal realm experts.”

If these messages were still about external forces, the last two were about themselves.

“The defensive force in the Transient Wasteland is insufficient, so elite disciples from each hall will be deployed to defend it.

“The three provinces are corrupted. All the guards will be replaced. The person who completed the best mission this time will take over.”

Elite disciples would come to the Transient Wasteland to guard it.

The guards of the three provinces would all be replaced.

Such major events were actually not discussed beforehand and were directly announced through the sect’s communication golden talisman.

This was an order that had already been set and could not be changed.

“How could this be…”

Chen Qiu held the golden talisman in his hand and whispered.

“With the death of the Immortal Demon King and the upheaval in the Bitter Immortal Realm, coupled with the invasion of the Gale Bandits, the Sword Sect not only wants to defend, but also wants to attack.” Wang Minghe’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.

Across from them, Wu Chaoshen’s eyes brightened, and he nodded with a light smile.

Chen Qiu also nodded slightly.

After all, Wang Minghe had been serving as a defender for many years, so he could see things clearly.

The actions of the Sword Sect were not only to secure their own territory but also showed an interest in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

“As for the replacement of guards,” Wang Minghe’s gaze fell on Wu Chaoshen, noticing the unique aura of the Heaven Realm Immortals surrounding him, and he sighed slightly, “It’s for the sake of controlling the Ascension Platform, right?

“It seems that this time my Mystic Spirit Sword Sect will have to fight.

He shook his head and whispered, “In the end, it’s because my own cultivation level is not enough.”

His words made Wu Chaoshen smile faintly. “You can see it clearly.”

Behind Wu Chaoshen, Xiong Ke whispered, “Senior Brother, about the investigation—”

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Minghe held the golden talisman in his hand and said loudly, “This communication golden talisman is only a message. The official order hasn’t arrived yet. My responsibility to guard the city hasn’t been removed.”

He turned and stepped into the hall behind him, his voice echoing, “You can deal with the affairs of Yuze Province, but wait until I am relieved of my duties.”

Xiong Ke still wanted to speak, but Wu Chaoshen raised his hand to stop him.

“There’s no hurry.” Wu Chaoshen shook his head and disappeared.

Wang Minghe, who entered the Trial Hall, had a solemn expression and turned to look at Chen Qiu, saying, “Senior Brother Chen, from the current situation, Han Muye’s trial will definitely be interrupted.

“Not only that, if he is accused, it will be difficult for him to obtain the status of an official disciple.”

With his gaze fixed, he said in a low voice, “Now, the only option is to communicate with him and let him fight against the odds, directly entering the 100th level of the trial ground.

“Once he enters the 100th level, he can enter the Zhantian Hall, and at that time, the elite disciple of the three halls will not be under the control of the respective halls but will have special status.”

Chen Qiugang was slightly stunned and whispered, “Is it possible to directly advance from the 80th level to the 100th level?”

Wang Minghe shook his head and said, “I can delay him for half a day, but the trial grounds will probably only last for 20 days.”

“One day, one level.”

It seemed that he himself didn’t believe that someone could break through one level per day after reaching the 80th level of the trial ground. Wang Minghe bitterly smiled and said, “We can only do our best and leave it to fate…”

He raised his hand and a golden rune fell onto the light screen in front of him.
Han Muye, who was fighting the demon beasts in the trial grounds, paused slightly.

In his mind, golden runes emerged from the golden eye on top of his head, conveying various messages.

The golden talisman appeared, and not only him, but also the thousands of people who were observing behind the Spirit Illumination Formation saw it.

“There’s chaos in the Transient Wasteland?”

“All the defenders in the three provinces are going to be replaced. This time seems unusual.”

“What is the Bitter Immortal Realm planning?”

“”So this person is from Yunlu City and also from our Yuze Province.”

“20 days, 20 levels, rushing to the 100th level of the trial ground. How is that possible? Wang Minghe must be delusional.”

“Is he crazy? Who can reach the 20th level in 20 days?”

“After the 80th level, even a peak Human Immortal wouldn’t dare to say one level per day.”

“What the hell is he planning?”

In the light screen, before the Spirit Illumination Formation, Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword behind him.

Then, the sound of sword chants resounded from the sword sheath on his back.

Sword lights flew out, forming a long dragon.

The methods of the Sword Sect, the convergence of 10,000 swords.

“If he really advances one level per day and breaks through the 100th level!” The Xuntian Hall’s Zhu Yong slapped his palm fiercely and roared lowly.

An extremely strong battle intent surged from his body.

“Good guy, if he steps onto the 100th level, I’ll immediately go find him.” Gong Shu from the Zhantian Hall clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth.

In front, the old man with slightly narrowed eyes looked at the sword light dragon, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

He gently clasped his hands together and muttered, “Elite of the three halls? In fact, my Sword Sect has another hall that no one knows about.”

“Kid, let’s see if you have what it takes…”