Female supporting role: I have a leverage system

The huge palm dropped down, blocking the sight, like a mountain falling. Wen Yin felt that this pressure was not weaker than the pressure Wuchen in the thunder formation brought to her. At least it was a transformed god, not a divine mind or anything like that, but definitely a transformed god. My true self.

The system also confirmed her guess, "The host is a monk who transforms into gods."

How could there be gods in the secret realm? How did he get in?

Wen Yin thought for a moment, fearing that she would be slapped to death. She was about to rush into the space-time formation flag to see if she could escape the disaster, but she saw that the big palm did not press down, but retracted it in just a moment. When it was retracted, Still making a fist.

It turned out that that big palm actually crushed Kuang Xingyuan's spiritual thoughts away.

Hearing the sound, he was shocked. Although it was just a divine thought, it was also a divine thought in the integration stage. It was wiped out in one pinch. This was not an ordinary divine transformation.

The sense of oppression was so strong that everyone seemed to be immobilized. Wen Yin wanted to take advantage of this empty space to go to Wen Yi and take him away.

Who would have thought that the big palm moved again, and the space was imprisoned again. When the palm rose, Wen Yi was no longer where he was.

Wen Yin suddenly looked up at the sky and found that the big palm not only took away Wen Yi, but also Shushu.

Zhao Qingze was also smart and took advantage of this gap to quickly drive the Sapphire Bell and escape along the big palm.

The big palm disappeared into the sky, but it dropped a sound like a bell. The echo of the Seven Star Mountains amplified his voice infinitely, and it suddenly sounded in everyone's eardrums like thunder.

"One day, I will definitely kill the Xingchen Sect, let Wei Xuanji live well, wash his neck and wait."

Wei Xuanji?

After Wen Yin murmured this name, he realized that it was the real name of the Great Master Wuxu, a Mahayana monk of the Xingchen Sect.

Why are the monks of the Transformation Stage so awesome that they dare to challenge the monks of the Mahayana Stage? Wen Yin had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure.

These words really shocked everyone present, especially the disciples of the Star Sect. Even the other Mahayana monks did not dare to speak to their ancestors like this. Is this strong man the enemy of Lord Wuxu?

The last echo fell, and only one person moved in the stagnant scene, and it was Wen Yin.

She seized this opportunity and Step Qiankun came to Kuang Jingfeng, but the opponent did not crush the jade token and ran away. Wen Yin opened the eye of the formation, and Step Qiankun cut off his escape path.

Who would have thought that there really were Xingchen disciples who were protecting him risking their lives? They rushed after Wen Yin and blew themselves up, but they wasted a moment and let Kuang Jingfeng run away.

Wen Yin was annoyed and turned around to stare at Xiao Jue. As a result, this guy ran faster...

Wen Yin spent the next few days looking for Wen Yi's whereabouts, but she used the life cards to search and the system didn't have any clue.

Fortunately, Wen Yi's life card was not broken, so he should be safe.

On the other side, in the secret space.

Shushu was secretly looking at the black-robed monk sitting upright.

It was panicked to death. This man's space magic power was actually even more powerful than it. Although it was still far from fully receiving the inheritance of the starry sky beast's power, it was already a starry sky beast now, and its space magic power was its instinct.

There are actually people in this world, other than the Xingchen Sect monks, who can practice Taixu's magical power to this point.

Three days later, Wen Yi slowly woke up after being fed the elixir.

Shushu stepped forward excitedly and squeaked twice, but then remembered that the powerful man was still meditating, and was afraid that he would be hit to death by a palm if he disturbed him, so he shut up.

Wen Yi hurt his eye and vaguely saw a shadow, but he still recognized Shushu from the voice.

His voice was unclear and he said word by word: "Zhushu, why have you become like this? Where is my sister?"

Speaking of this, his memory seemed to have just returned. Wasn't he captured by people from the Star Sect? A very scary monk came from the Star Sect.

He stood up suddenly and found that his leg was broken, so he could only support his upper body and said anxiously: "Why am I here? Shushu, have you rescued me? Where is my sister?"

Shushu squeaked twice to signal Wen Yi to look sideways, and Wen Yi followed Shushu's gaze.

"Mo...Venerable Mo Xian?"

Wen Yi squinted for a long time before he recognized who the other person was, but he was not sure. After all, he had only met Mo Xian once, several years ago, and his vision was blurry now.

Mo Xian raised his eyelids, then closed them again, as if he was in trance. After a while, Wen Yi couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, is my sister okay?"

He didn't understand why Mo Xian saved him but not his sister.

Mo Xian twitched the corners of his lips: "She won't die even if you die."

Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and all the strength he had been holding on gave out, and he lay down on the ground like a dead dog again.

Seeing his appearance in his consciousness, Mo Xian said amusedly: "Why don't you ask me why I arrested you?"

Wen Yi smiled bitterly and forced himself to sit up again, "No matter what senior wants, I can't resist. Moreover, senior saved my life and Shushu's life, and indirectly also saved my sister's life."

Mo Xian chuckled, "She doesn't need my help. As long as she doesn't care about you, she can run faster than anyone else."

These words really shocked Wen Yi, but he was just a burden.

Mo Xian ignored his sadness, turned his wrist, and an emerald green grass with a touch of silvery white at the tip of the bud suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" Mo Xian asked.

This is the Runling Grass, the herb necessary for him to restore his spiritual roots. Shushu has been looking for it for him but can't find it.

Seeing his appearance, Mo Xian knew that he knew what it was. He asked with a smile: "What? You are not moved? This is a treasure that can return you to the path of immortality. Take the Runling Grass and add another one." Zhou Yuan Dan can restore spiritual roots, and I happen to have both of these things."

Wen Yi lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then shook his head.

Mo Xian raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe that Wen Yi would not be moved. He had experienced the benefits of cultivating immortals and could not accept that he would become a mortal again.

Let’s not talk about how many high-level monks will breed inner demons if they have no hope of breakthrough. Let’s talk about mortals. Even emperors are willing to give up their kingdoms just for a chance of immortality.

He vaguely remembered that when he was still a disciple of the Qingyu Sect, he went down the mountain to the secular world to help the sect recruit disciples. There was an old man named Xu Xu who failed to test his spiritual roots. He knelt in front of him and begged the immortal to take him into the immortal sect.

But he observed Wen Yi for a long time and found that although he looked frustrated, he was really unmoved.

"Do you really not want to renew your relationship with the immortal?" Mo Xian couldn't believe it, so he asked again.

This time Wen Yi shook his head more firmly: "It's a lie to say that I'm not excited at all, but I know that pie will not fall in the sky. Whatever you get, you have to pay a corresponding price, and I can't afford that price, so what can I do?" The only ones paying the price for me are Shushu and my sister, and I don’t want to.”

Mo Xian's hand holding the spiritual grass tightened a little. He seemed to be lost in memories, his eyes were distant and distracted.

At this moment, he doesn't look like a powerful man who has transformed into a god, but more like an old man.

Wen Yi and Shu Shu never thought that they would hear this southern legend talk about their experiences in their youth.

"When I was young, I had the qualifications of the three spiritual roots of metal, water, and earth. I broke through the Nascent Soul just after I turned a hundred years old. I broke through in a wild land like the south. I also understood the meaning of the sword. There were almost no opponents in the wild, so I broke through. Across the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains, we arrived at the most prosperous continent in the world of immortality, the Central Plains Continent.”

"Only when I went to another world did I realize how insignificant I was. In the Central Plains, a hundred-year-old infant was only an average person, and there were not a few who understood the meaning of the sword.

But I am not discouraged. I believe that my talent, hard work, and luck will not be lost to anyone. I work hard and gradually stand out among the geniuses. I even keep pace with the elites of the same level of the four superpowers, and even compete with the stars. Wei Xuanji of the sect became a close friend..."

With just a few words, Wen Yi and Shushu could imagine how high-spirited Mo Xian was at that time. A young monk who had left the Southern Wilderness was competing with the geniuses in the Central Plains.

However, Mo Xian's tone was so calm that there was no wave, and even a hint of sadness.

"However, the good times did not last long. As I progressed in my cultivation, the lack of spiritual root qualifications, the quality of my techniques, and the lack of resources became more and more obvious. I was left behind by my former opponents in terms of cultivation. After all, before I transformed into a god I can still stand out with my Heaven-breaking Sword Intention, but compared with the elites of the four major sects, I am already far inferior in my skills, and my three spiritual root qualifications are slowly being cultivated, so I am gradually no longer a match for them."

"I was unwilling to be surpassed one by one by my original subordinates, and gradually developed inner demons, so I searched everywhere for the Spirit Cleansing Grass."

Hearing this, Wen Yi and Shu Shu looked at each other. They came in and wanted to find a spirit-cleansing grass for Wen Yin, but they searched everywhere to no avail.

Mo Xian chuckled lightly, turned over his hand and took out another Spirit-Cleaning Grass. He stared at the Spirit-Cleaning Grass with unfocused eyes and murmured: "This is already the second Spirit-Cleaning Grass I got..."