I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

"Boss, that bastard called..."

The sudden ringing of the cell phone made Zhao Fei, who was carefully concealing himself and recovering from his injuries, widen his eyes in shock, his eyeballs almost popping out of the ground.

The feeling is like going home with your beloved woman, and just when you're about to have your final showdown, her husband suddenly comes home.

Damn!

You're going to get me killed, Su!

Zhao Fei hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly moved to a different location.

However, the moment the phone rang, the three monks had already located him.

Three figures approached Zhao Fei's hiding place from different directions.

Bang!

Just as a monk grabbed Zhao Fei, Zhao Fei's body suddenly exploded!

"It's a substitute talisman!"

Jingzhen looked at the talisman in her hand and said in a deep voice, "He's nearby, everyone be careful!"

Mom!

Those bastards, they're like ghosts that won't leave you alone!

Zhao Fei cursed inwardly, but dared not rashly flee.

Because he had run out of talismans to use.

Just then, a telephone rang.

Zhao Fei's heart tightened, and he subconsciously gripped his phone, only to find that it wasn't his phone that was ringing.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

"Just now, a cultivator killed one of your junior brothers without asking any questions and headed in your direction. Be careful, you three! We're on our way!"

"How dare you! You actually dared to kill our Buddhist disciples..."

Jingzhen's face darkened. He never expected that someone would dare to attack a Buddhist disciple in this secret realm. They were simply courting death!

"Senior Brother Jingzhen?"

"Thugs are coming at us, and we don't have much time left."

After reminding his two junior brothers, Jingzhen glanced at the silent, ruined main hall. "I'll use Buddhist chanting to force him out. You two, please subdue him first!"

"good!"

Jingxin and the other person nodded in unison.

The Buddha said, "All sentient beings suffer, all things are impermanent, they are subject to birth and death; what is accumulated will eventually dissipate, what is exalted will inevitably fall, and so on..."

The Buddhist teachings emanating from Jingzhen's mouth flowed like a tide, his voice like ripples spreading throughout the main hall.

Upon hearing this sound, Zhao Fei frowned, feeling somewhat physically uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because of the injury and blood loss, but my head is a little dizzy. When I patted my head, my arm accidentally touched a nearby vessel.

Snapped.

The crisp cracking sound immediately caught the attention of Jingzhen and the other two!

"He's there!"

In just a moment.

The three of them, Jingzhen, and Zhao Fei, formed a triangular formation, surrounding Zhao Fei.

Damn it...

As the Buddhist chanting faded, Zhao Fei's mind cleared somewhat, but his heart sank to the bottom.

Three Buddhist practitioners who have achieved the Great Perfection of the Nine Grades!

Fuck your mother!

"When a person dies, their eggs face the sky!"

Zhao Fei roared and suddenly grabbed the stone slab in front of him with both hands, smashing it towards Jingzhen.

The moment the stone slab left his hand, Jingxin landed a punch on Zhao Fei's back.

puff.

Blood gushed out, and Zhao Fei, pale-faced, fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hand over the Blood Spirit Flower!"

"No!"

Zhao Fei gritted his teeth and sneered, "I already had someone else take the Blood Spirit Flower out of here!"

"hateful!"

Jingzhen cursed angrily and was about to make a move.

Ding ding ding.

"Boss, that bastard called again..."

The sudden ringing of the phone startled Jingzhen and the other two.

It's normal to be able to communicate within secret realms, unless there are some unique secret realms where the source energy blocks communication.

However, cultivators inside and outside the secret realm cannot communicate with each other!

and so……

"You gave the Blood Spirit Flower to him?"

Jingzhen smiled coldly, "Very well, bring him over, and I can give you a quick death!"

"OK."

Zhao Fei glanced at the caller ID on his phone, then at Jingzhen, and said, "What the hell are you doing here? Get lost!"

Snapped!

The phone was dropped on the ground and shattered into eight pieces.

The faces of Jingzhen and the other two instantly darkened, and just as they were about to step forward, they noticed a tremor in the ground.

The four of them turned around and saw a black figure rushing towards them from a distance, like a mad bull that had been provoked.

"Black Gold Armor!"

"Halt!"

Whoosh whoosh.

Streaks of light, like falling stars, descended towards Jingzhen and the other two.

In a daze.

Jingzhen seemed to see the scene of ten thousand swords flying together by the masters of the immortal sect.

"Form ranks!"

With Jingzhen at the head, followed by Jingxin and Jingqi, the three formed a triangle, their primordial energy surging.

hum.

A pale golden Buddhist light enveloped the three of them.

Bang bang bang!

Streaks of light struck the halo, creating ripples.

"Block it!"

Jingzhen's mouth was bleeding. "Senior Brother Xinyuan and the others will be here soon!"

Until the last streak of light fell, the halo that obscured Jingzhen and the other two shattered like a bubble.

puff!

Jingzhen and the other two were sent flying backward, their blood splattering like flowers.

Beneath the cold, black armor, Su Wuchen stared icily at Jingzhen and the other two, then glanced at the dazed Zhao Fei beside him.

"Is he dead?"

"Burying the corpse, Su?"

"It's your father, me."

"No way... you're a fucking eighth-rank martial artist?!"

After receiving confirmation from Su Wuchen, Zhao Fei's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Is this still the Su Wuchen he knows, the one who spends all day at home playing video games?

It feels so unfamiliar.

"Is there a problem?"

Su Wuchen casually tossed over a bottle of pills, "To heal your injuries."

After saying that, Su Wuchen headed straight for Jingzhen and the other two.

"How dare you! Do you know we are disciples of Buddhism...?"

"In this secret realm, life and death are irrelevant!"

Su Wuchen struck with his palm, and Jingzhen opened her mouth as if to say something, but collapsed helplessly to the ground.

After calming down, the two exchanged a glance and turned to run without hesitation.

Whizzing.

Two talisman swords were thrown out, and the two people who were calm and composed died on the spot.

He who kills will always be killed.

Even outside the secret realm, the authorities don't pay attention to the battles between cultivators, let alone inside the secret realm.

Su Wuchen squatted down and began to grope Jingzhen's body.

[You touched the corpse of a martial artist and gained 10% of his cultivation!]

Compared to Jingzhen's one-tenth of his cultivation, Su Wuchen was more concerned about his storage bag!

Upon opening it, I found quite a few interesting things inside.

"Are you having an occupational hazard?"

"roll."

Su Wuchen stood up and looked at Zhao Fei: "If your father hadn't arrived in time, you would have been dead long ago."

Zhao Fei grinned and said, "Nonsense! They're just three ninth-grade Great Perfection cultivators. Your brother Fei can suppress them in a minute! Do you need to come and save me?"

"Alright, I'll be going now. Monk Xinyuan and the others will be here soon. You can keep them in check..."

Su Wuchen rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to touch the corpses of Jingxin and the other person, he felt the ground shake.

"etc!"

Zhao Fei hurriedly called out to Su Wuchen, "That's an eighth-rank martial artist... I think I can still save him."

"It's probably beyond saving."

Su Wuchen left without looking back.

"???"

No!

Dude, you're really leaving?!

Seeing that Su Wuchen had actually run out of the palace and disappeared without a trace, Zhao Fei was dumbfounded!

Is that right?

Just then, several figures rushed in from outside.

Grass!

Zhao Fei looked over and his heart sank to the bottom. He couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Senior brother, Jingzhen and the others are dead."

A monk stepped forward to check, and after confirming that Jingzhen and the other two were definitely dead, he stared at Zhao Fei with a murderous look on his face.

"Who did this?"

"It's your father!"

Zhao Fei raised his head, looking down arrogantly at the crowd, "If it weren't for the three of them working together, I would have killed them long ago!"