ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

"It looks like it's safe."

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Su from the Nine Yang Sect is still here."

After seeing through the water mirror that all the cultivators in the Ten States Secret Realm had gathered together, everyone in Xihe Garden breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At present, it seems that the evil spirits falling from the fog cave can easily kill Jindan cultivators, but they are no match for Jindan cultivators.

If a lone Jindan cultivator is caught by the shadow man, his only fate is death.

It would be much safer if they had a Jindan Zhenren from a big sect who could become their backbone. If they gathered together and looked after each other, they would be much safer.

Everyone was also afraid that Su Yan would ignore him, so they treated him very well.

Although he is not fawning or flattering, everyone still follows his lead.

Su Yan enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, so he never refused anyone who begged him for help. However, the cultivators who came to him for help knew that they were not related to him, and could not even be considered fellow disciples, so they consciously took out their valuable treasures to express their gratitude.

In Xihe Garden, everyone who saw this scene thought there was no problem.

Compared with life and future, what are a few material possessions worth?

They each reported back to their sect leader, hoping to ask the powerful people in their own sect to come out and solve the problem.

But when they heard that it was the Immortal Alliance led by Vice Alliance Leader Chi Wenxing who created the artificial secret realm, they all lost their temper and thought that they would put pressure on the Immortal Alliance and ask them to rescue the people as soon as possible.

It's not that they are unwilling to take action, but the world of immortal cultivation is as different as the world of immortals. A powerful person who can destroy a mortal city in the blink of an eye may not be able to create a magical weapon that can exert the same power. Chi Wenxing's status in space magic is recognized as high in Pingyun Continent. If she says there is no way, then even if a master with higher cultivation and who can destroy her physically comes, it will be of no help.

"What is the source of the power of the fog cave? This is definitely not a natural disaster, it is a man-made disaster, but what good is there in doing this?"

All disputes are nothing more than the word "profit".

All the major sects in the world have joined the Immortal Alliance. They form a community of interests, and the Immortal Alliance competition is also a platform to test young cultivators - this can be seen from the numerous protections set up during the trial. No matter how weak the cultivator who comes, the Immortal Alliance does not want any cultivator to die in the trial.

Who would want to kill the younger generation of the major sects?

Everyone sent over their carefully trained and beloved disciples, and they were like grasshoppers on the same rope.

As for the small sects whose newly-accepted disciples were so weak that they didn't even qualify to participate in the Immortal Alliance Competition...

Even if they have this idea, they don't have the ability to accomplish it.

It’s really hard to find out what happened in a short time, so the most urgent thing is to rescue the people first.

The monks in the secret realm saved themselves, and in Xihe Garden, Chi Wenxing also came up with another roundabout way to save the country.

The original bridge is blocked, so why not just build another one?

Chi Wenxing asked someone to find the materials.

Many disciples of the Nine Yang Sect were still trapped in the secret realm, and they were the most active in responding. The materials she was looking for were not difficult, and they were quickly gathered: "If we can hold on for another hour, the second passage to the Ten States Secret Realm will be opened, and then we can go in and pick them up."

Chi Wenxing's eyes flashed with coldness: "I also want to know what is hidden in that foggy cave pretending to be a god or a demon."

An hour.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

All the cultivators gathered together, and with Jindan Zhenren Su Yan here, it would not be difficult to hold out for another hour.

Only Taoist Xufeng of Huanling Sect bent over, heartbroken: "One hour, one hour... If they hadn't entered the fog cave, they would have all survived! How foolish!"

No matter how powerful the shadow man flying around is, he cannot catch a cloud of fog.

The fighting power of the monks of the Huanling Sect is generally not strong. They are so eager to leave the secret realm that they step into the most vicious trap.

The other monks from other sects who led the teams all felt sympathetic.

Fortunately, fortunately it is about to end.

After the cultivators gathered together, the slender shadow man became the weaker party - yes, a single Jindan cultivator could not defeat the shadow man, but two or three cultivators together could easily deal with it.

After repeated failures, the shadow man retreated and silence returned to the surroundings.

The monks took the opportunity to meditate, rest and restore their spiritual energy.

If there are cultivators who are not strong in individual combat capabilities, they will seek out fellow Taoists who are good at formations and try to build a formation that can prevent the invasion of evil spirits.

No one dares to take it lightly, for fear that the next wave will be an even more violent counterattack.

Su Yan sat under a big tree, with only Ming Zhi by his side.

"Zhizhi."

"Brother, I'm here."

"You say," Su Yan seemed to be thinking, "Will Du Xinghe die?"

Ming Zhi was silent for a moment, and almost couldn't hold back his expression: "Brother, you are joking. How can a Jindan Zhenren die so easily? If she died in the secret realm, we should have sensed it... Brother, do you care about her a lot?"

"I just think she is not tamed. She quit the sect not because the Nine Yang Sect felt sorry for her, but because she likes to be alone. Why put the blame on her former fellow sect leader?"

Su Yan said calmly: "But?"

Although it was a question, Ming Zhi knew that he had the answer written in his mind.

Senior Brother Su just likes to ask questions with set standard answers and ask others to follow his lead.

Ming Zhi looked away and agreed, "Brother, what you said makes sense."

Just agreeing, but not enthusiastic.

Ming Zhi joined the Nine Yang Sect halfway through, and Du Xinghe grew up with his three senior brothers.

Whether to raise it, how to raise it, whether it is ripe or not...

She doesn’t know!

Don't seek recognition from her!

But in this situation, Ming Zhi would not spoil Senior Brother Su's fun. She would just smile, nod and obey him.

Anyway, this was all he asked of his junior sister.

I didn't want to hear her opinion.

Sure enough, she just responded with a meaningless sentence, and Su Yan showed a satisfied look on his face and touched her hair: "Don't be afraid, Senior Brother will protect you--"

His hand was still on her head, and suddenly a dazzling red light appeared in the sky above the woods.

"Oh, are you going to send those shady shadows again?" Su Yan stood up, holding the hilt of the sword with a look of disapproval.

He was already certain that those slender shadowy figures were no match for him.

If there were more of them, it would be annoying, but it would also give him a chance to show his abilities and wash away the shame of losing to Du Xinghe in the arena, allowing all the cultivators of the same generation to remember his glorious and great side.

Su Yan looked up at the sky.

It was a fine night with not a single cloud in the sky. Red light pierced through the fog holes, making the darkness as bright as day.

All the monks who died at the hands of the shadow man and did not have time to find shelter from the main force came back to life. The spirit beasts covered by the red light stood there in a daze. After a moment, thousands of spirit beasts turned their heads and looked in the same direction at the same time.

"Senior Su Yan!"

In response to his fellow Taoist's call, Su Yan raised his sword and said coldly: "Everyone, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Ten disciples of the Nine Yang Sect leaped up, with the tips of their swords pointing upwards, forming a conical sword formation. Golden energy floated in the air, and intricate spiritual patterns fluttered and entangled the swords. A huge phantom of the Golden Crow Sword appeared in the sky, and even the red light in the sky could only avoid it.