Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

On the arena, the sword energy was originally raging and the air waves were stirring everywhere, but at this moment it finally gradually returned to calm.

Kong Ling'er gradually withdrew her divine power, this magical technique has always been exhausted, seeing that the victory and defeat had already been decided, she stopped urging her to continue.

She pulled out the long sword, a stream of blood came out from the blade, and the body of the master of the Lingxu Sect fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

However, the sword wound on his abdomen had already penetrated his abdomen and back, which was almost fatal.

With such a heavy injury, even if he survived, he would not be able to fight again in a short period of time. From then on, the power of the Lingxu Sect would definitely be greatly reduced.

"metropolitan!"

The third elder of the Lingxu Sect rushed to the ring and checked the suzerain's pulse. His breathing was not steady and his voice was trembling.

He looked at Kong Ling'er viciously, but he was speechless. After all, the sword just now was too powerful. If it was him, he would probably be dead.

Coupled with his previous sarcastic remarks about the Holy Land, he didn't dare to provoke Kong Linger again, so he had no choice but to leave the ring with the suzerain's body whose life and death were unknown.

At this time, the crowd who had been silent for a long time below let out another cheer.

"Sister Ling'er is mighty and domineering, unparalleled in the world!"

"Sister Ling'er is mine!"

"I want to join Holy Land and become your follower!"

At this moment, Kong Ling'er stood on the stage, and glanced at the people on the high stage, her eyes were cold.

All the high-level officials lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him.

One of them stood up to congratulate.

"Congratulations, Holy One, from now on you will become the most powerful person in Beichentian, and we will follow your example."

This person is quite knowledgeable about current affairs, knowing that the Lingxu Sect is about to decline, it is obviously a wise choice to quickly change someone to hug his thigh.

Otherwise, if you continue to follow the Lingxu Sect, you will surely sink with the big ship of the Zongmen Alliance.

However, Kong Ling'er didn't even look at him, instead she glanced at the countless casual cultivators below.

She said coldly: "From now on, if anyone acts wild in front of the Holy Land again, I will wait for Ding Dang to pay back a hundredfold!"

With that said, she slowly walked off the stage.

When she was about to go down, she seemed to think of something again, and added: "Anyone who violates my holy land will be punished no matter how far away!"

Her resolute voice resounded in all directions, melodious like a bell.

Such domineering words, but also with a little deep meaning, people can't help but aftertaste.

From this moment on, the Holy Land became famous, and the Zongmen Alliance had been trampled underfoot.

After a moment of silence, the crowd below cheered again.

"I want to join the Holy Land!"

"Take me and I will become a disciple of the Holy Land!"

"Holy One, take me away, I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life!"

Hui Lingtian, at this time Ye Chen had already returned to the inn. The isolation formation separated the inside and outside of the room, and no one knew what he was doing. Until a day later, he opened the isolation formation again, turned into a streamer, and left quickly.

Back in front of the Tianyu Passage, with a serious face, he opened the storage bag, and took out the empty rough stone that had been refined for three days and three nights, and it had become viscous at this time, like a pot of mushy mucus.

Looking at the break in the passage, his heart became more and more determined. Even though he knew that there were not enough materials, he still decided to give it a go.

"Success or failure depends on one stroke. If you can successfully reach Beichentian, it doesn't matter even if you cross the river and tear down the bridge."

His hands were gradually wrapped by divine power, as if wearing a pair of golden gloves, and then he stretched out his hands to the furnace filled with liquefied empty stones, and led them into the passage of heaven.

When the magma was pulled into a thin thread and connected to the other side of the channel, it was only as thick as a wrist, which was not enough to support a channel.

But now there is no choice, he must succeed.

This wrist-thick drawing was injected with great mana and refined to gradually form a bridge, but it was as thin as a piece of paper.

He also stretched out his hand to test it out, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that his success would fall short.

Just as the empty stone gradually solidified, he turned into a streamer and crossed the bridge at the fastest speed.

There are no barriers around the passage, and he is under the erosion of the void wind blade all the time. In a blink of an eye, the clothes on his body are riddled with holes and will be smashed to pieces.

Just when he walked a third of the way, suddenly a crack appeared on the bridge, running through the beginning and end.

Ye Chen was startled, but now he didn't dare to step on the ground hard, for fear that if he stumbled, he would be hated forever.

The cracks gradually extended and became densely packed. At the next moment, the bridge exploded, and his body was engulfed by the endless void storm. He lost his focus and could only drift with the current.

In a mountain forest, the scenery here is beautiful, with green water and green mountains, blue sky and white clouds, and a clear sky. A group of five young men are walking among the mountains.

The leading woman has exquisite facial features, and her skin is better than snow. She is wearing a blue dress engraved with golden texture, and a delicate saber is hung on her waist, making her look even more graceful.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from above.

"Ning Siyu, I finally found you. This time, no matter what, you don't want to escape!"

The woman in blue frowned slightly. He glanced at the four people beside him and asked, "Our whereabouts are secret this time, and we have never revealed a word to the public. How could anyone know?"

The four attendants quickly drew out their long swords, looked around, and protected the man in blue.

"Young Pavilion Master, we absolutely did not disclose a word to the public. Even if we are desperate today, we must protect the safety of the Young Pavilion Master!"

Seeing this, Ning Siyu didn't say any more, but frowned even deeper.

A dozen or so men wearing ghost masks and wearing black clothes suddenly jumped out from both sides, and it seemed that they had been lying in ambush here for an unknown amount of time.

Just when everyone was facing each other and ready to fight at any time, Ning Siyu asked again.

"Who are you guys? Why do you know my whereabouts?"

The leading ghost-faced man let out a faint laugh.

He said: "Today you have no escape, I might as well tell you the truth of the matter before you die, and let you be a ghost."

When the voice fell, a man in white came out.

Seeing the man in white walking out, Ning Siyu was furious on the spot.

"Bastard! I didn't expect you to betray me. Are you worthy of Zhaixing Pavilion's cultivation of you?"

After being reprimanded, the man in white lowered his head in shame.

He shook his head lightly, and said: "Young Pavilion Master, I don't want to either. It's a pity that I was captured alive by them. Compared with being searched by them, I decided to explain myself."

Hearing this, Ning Siyu shook her arms, not knowing what to refute.

"Go!"

With an order, more than a dozen ghost-masked men quickly attacked, and the four followers were outnumbered and killed one after another.

"Young Pavilion Master, let's go!"

The last follower died after finishing speaking.

Ning Siyu gritted her teeth, although she felt unwilling, she had no choice but to run away.