With the passage of time, Liu Zhengyang's physique was slowly rising due to the cultivation of the magic method.

Different from the normal cultivation of the power of immortality, when he cultivates the power of immortality, what he increases is his own cultivation, which can also be said to prepare for the breakthrough of the realm, and the physique he is tempering now is purely to improve combat effectiveness, not realm.

That is to say, although his realm is still in place, his combat power is increasing in leaps and bounds.

The superposition of the power of the immortal way and the physique of the magic way is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

After he completed his preliminary training, he tempered his body with demonic energy. Slowly opening his eyes, he found that Xiao Duomi and others had also finished their training. Anyway, it was useless to continue to stay in the secret palace created by the strong magician, Liu Zhengyang simply took them away.

When they returned to the entrance, that is, the bottom of Destiny Lake, Liu Zhengyang suddenly felt that there were many powerful monks around.

It seems that the movement they made here, and the disappearance of Zhong Qinglei's demonic energy, have been noticed by the nearby monks.

They had already rushed over to see what was going on.

Of course, the current Liu Zhengyang and others have no intention to pay attention to those monks who are not in the mainstream.

"I didn't expect that I would waste so much time in a place like this." Zhong Qinglei squatted down, pinched the mud at the bottom of Destiny Lake, and said, "If I were still an ordinary person with a short life, all the time I wasted here would be nothing. Enough for me to regret for the rest of my life."

"But you're not an ordinary person with a short life. It's actually quite cost-effective to spend a little time getting the legacy of that magician." Liu Zhengyang comforted.

However, Zhong Qinglei did not lead Liu Zhengyang's love.

He glanced at Liu Zhengyang, and even said with a bit of resentment: "It's easy to say, it's you, not me, who will inherit the legacy of the strong man in the end. If we change our positions, I can say more than You are a hundred times more beautiful."

Liu Zhengyang coughed twice and didn't answer.

Because in a way, that seems to be the case.

He paid almost nothing, but got the best reward, and it would be unbalanced for anyone else.

Of course, Zhong Qinglei obviously didn't really want to care.

That's not his character.

He complained for a while, and his emotions were almost vented, and he immediately said in a serious tone: "Let's not talk about those, Liu Zhengyang, what are you going to do with this secret palace? Do you want to stay here? Then if you want to take it again. Don't the things inside have to travel thousands of miles?"

What Zhong Qinglei said was indeed a problem.

There are not a few treasures still in the secret palace, and Liu Zhengyang can't just leave it alone.

Of course, he, who knew the situation in the secret palace, was not worried that that kind of thing would happen.

He smiled confidently, then made a light move with his right hand, and then clenched his right fist tightly, a dazzling light immediately burst out from the ground, almost illuminating the sky. With the sky-high light, a small house about half the size of Liu Zhengyang's fist, like a model, floated into his hand.

At the same time as the small house appeared, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the ground.

The ground beneath Liu Zhengyang and others is also sinking rapidly.

Obviously, the small house is the reduced secret palace.

Because the secret palace disappeared, the unsupported soil on the surface quickly collapsed.

Fortunately, Liu Zhengyang and others were all powerful cultivators, so they could retreat in time and not fall off.