Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Looking at Xuan Zhengqing's disappearing back, Zhang Yunqing panted and shook his head, "My good master, I can't even give you a pill in time..."

She sighed heavily.

Then he looked back at the monks who were chasing the Blood Nightmare Beast wildly, and turned around to join in.

A pair of small eyes scanned the health bars of everyone. Only a little blood was lost? It doesn't matter.

【Rejuvenation! 】

"Boom!"

It was unknown what level of cultivation the powerful warriors who were fighting with the Demon King in the distance were at, but it was obvious that their cultivation was higher than that of the Demon King who was at the Void Realm.

The demon kings could only be pinned down and beaten.

however.

The Demon King's barrier in the air was suddenly removed, and the figures of dozens of Demon Kings fighting with the cultivators blurred for a moment, and then disappeared one after another.

It looked like a teleportation spell was used. The others frowned and looked towards the depths of the north. Then a figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The surroundings, which were originally full of dangers, suddenly seemed a little deserted.

Some people chased after the fish that had escaped the net, while others headed towards the young disciples with anxious looks on their faces.

Zhang Yunqing's heart skipped a beat and he hurried over with everyone else.

The battle situation in the Demon King's land is unknown, but the cultivators outside have spontaneously begun to clean up the battlefield.

Except for the Shenxiao Sect, the low-level disciples of other sects suffered heavy losses, and the low-level disciples of the Xianqi Sect were all crushed to death by the Demon King.

The atmosphere was filled with mournful silence as everyone silently collected the remains of their fellow disciples.

The old leader of Taixu Sect frowned tightly, searching for the traces of Chu Xiangzi and others.

Most of the disciples from the Shenxiao Sect only lost a little blood. Zhang Yunqing used a group healing skill [Eternal Life] and immediately went to the direction of other sects.

I tried to gain [Rejuvenation] whenever I could along the way, hoping to upgrade the skill to level ten as soon as possible.

Night is approaching.

Everyone retreated back to the camp and looked towards the center of the North.

It was unusually quiet there, and I wondered how those people at the top of the pyramid fought each other.

Three days later, a hair-raising rumble was heard from the center of the North, accompanied by a tremor that felt as if the heaven and earth were collapsing.

The huge spiritual power wave spread out like a ripple, and when it passed through the camp, it blew away everyone's tents, and even Zhang Yunqing's small house shook a few times.

The disciples below the Jindan level had their blood cut off by this wave.

What a terrible aftermath of a battle.

Before the various sects evacuated their low-level disciples, Zhang Yunqing used the rejuvenation technique to treat them one by one.

Although the rejuvenation technique has not been upgraded yet, she has a feeling that it will be upgraded soon.

evening.

A breath of air suddenly gathered from the surroundings back to the center of the northern border.

The gloomy sky in the north suddenly brightened, and the black fog dissipated under the skylight.

It seemed that the only thing left between heaven and earth was the silent chirping of birds and the rising and falling sounds of insects.

Everything seemed to have returned to peace.

The backs of countless powerful men hurriedly leaving passed across the sky, heralding the end of this war.

All the sects evacuated one after another, leaving only the eight major sects to clean up the remnants.

In the direction of Taixu Sect, two old men looked at the north border with deep eyes. Chu Xiangzi stood on one side with a sad expression.

"Sister Qingshuang really won't be coming back?" a disciple behind her asked.

Chu Xiangzi opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

They woke up on the edge of the battlefield, protected by high-level magical weapons, and managed to escape.

But as to how they managed to escape the demon king's death, they had no idea.

But Gongyi Qingshuang, who was traveling with them, was not there.

She was just a Jindan cultivator, and it was hard to imagine how she could survive in that situation.

Although they didn't know what means Gongyi Qingshuang used to protect them, no matter what, since they didn't see anyone, they still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Looking at the backs of other sects evacuating one after another, Elder Mo sighed, "Sect Master, it's time for us to leave too."

The old patriarch lowered his head haggardly and said slowly, "Let's go..."

Just as everyone turned around and prepared to leave, a young disciple suddenly pointed in the distance and shouted, "Turtle!"

"It's Sister Qingshuang's mount!"

Everyone looked back and saw a huge fairy turtle approaching from afar.

Until they got closer, everyone was still in shock.

Gongyi Qingshuang sat on the back of the immortal turtle and stretched out his hand to everyone, "Everyone come up quickly, let's go back to the sect together."

Chu Xiangzi blinked, his eyes a little moist.

The old sect leader took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then laughed, "Okay! It's time to go back!"

When the battlefield was almost cleaned up, people from the eight major sects left one after another.

Zhang Yunqing, Xie Yu, Mu Mingxue and others stayed until the end.

The immortal boat left with the large army, and those who were left behind could only fly back on their own or ride on mounts.

Not long after flying out of the northern border, Zhang Yunqing noticed that a dilapidated city below was particularly lively, and there seemed to be some people from the immortal sect in it.

Out of curiosity, she went down to join in the fun.

When they landed at a low altitude, they discovered that this ruined city was full of traces of invasion by low-level, mindless demons.

Outside the city gate, many refugees in ragged clothes gathered, most of them were half-grown children.

One of them was holding a broken bowl, sucking his fingers, looking skinny.

A long row of hay sheds filled with hay were built at the base of the city wall, and these refugees lived in them.

There was a small porridge-giving station at the city gate, with a sign next to it that said [Porridge Distribution Area]. It was probably before the time, so the place was empty.

There were two monks from a small and insignificant sect holding a detection array plate, testing a group of children.

“No spiritual roots.”

“These have no spiritual roots.”

After those refugees who had been tested learned that they had no chance to become immortals, their faces became more dejected and they sat there with lifeless eyes.

"Although the aptitude of a Hunyuan Yellow Spiritual Root is poor, she is also destined to be an immortal." A middle-aged man pointed at a little girl and said to the people beside him. "Our sect suffered heavy losses in this battle, and we really need to recruit some new disciples. In my opinion, it is okay to lower the threshold a bit."

The other sighed, "Whatever."

The man laughed, then looked at the little girl and asked, "Are you willing to become a disciple of the Xiangtan Sect?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, "I have a destiny with the immortals? My mother said that if I had a destiny with the immortals, I wouldn't have to starve. Does that mean I don't have to die now?"

The two sighed heavily, "Once you join the Xiangtan Sect, you won't be hungry anymore. Where's your mother?"

The little girl turned around and pulled away the hay on the ground, revealing a skinny corpse. "My mother is here."