It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

"Junior sister..." Gong Yijue who came over called softly.

"Brother, you did a great job!" Lan Qingya flattered him.

Following Gong Yi Jue's gaze, several people looked up and saw that the number of birds in the sky was increasing, and the wild beasts around were also rampaging in the city, and monks were constantly injured.

At this time, a protective barrier rose up around the city, flashing with five-colored dreamy light, and looked much more advanced than the previous barrier.

Lan Qingya transmitted the message: "My fellow Taoists, we have a barrier to protect us. Please gather together and come to the tallest building in the city. Only if we work together can we have a greater chance of survival."

Soon, the scattered monks gradually gathered near them.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Liang Yu, there is another cultivator in the God Transformation Stage in this city, named Tian Qiming.

He was dressed very modestly, with an untidy beard and an unkempt appearance.

Lan Qingya exchanged a few words with him, and before she had time to get to know him better, she sent all the cultivators in the Spirit Transformation and Nascent Soul stages into the battle to clear out the remaining beasts in the barrier.

An hour later, the birds and beasts in the city were basically cleared out.

Song Yanche, Hua Xiangrong and Yuan Xi also returned to the team.

At this time, a female voice sounded in the air: "Dear Taoist friends, welcome to the ninth day. The number of fallen is announced below. There are a total of 120 monks participating in this test, and the number of fallen: 83. Survivors: 37. There is still one day left, and only one team can win. Come on, fellow Taoists!"

Lan Qingya raised her voice and said, "The remaining thirty-seven of us must form a team!"

Everyone looked up at the sky with hope, even though it was empty and there was nothing there.

"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Lan, there is no precedent for this. The team with the largest number of survivors in history is twelve."

Yes, there is no such precedent. The monks' shining eyes gradually dimmed.

Lan Qingya was not affected at all: "Really? If we insist on refusing to kill each other, what can you do?"

"Please look around."

The monks then looked around.

At some point, the poison had covered everything outside the city, with only the environment within the barrier maintaining a normal state.

"I have also prepared gifts for everyone. Don't worry, you will never go out with so many people! I wish all Taoist friends have a good time!"

"Have fun you*!"

Some people couldn't help but swear.

The previous tall buildings had collapsed in the recent battle, and now there are only a few houses left standing in the city.

Gong Yi Jue found a place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack to greet Lan Qingya.

Lan Qingya understood and said loudly: "No matter what she says, she can't hold on to this battle today!"

Her tone was firm and calm, which invisibly gave everyone great confidence.

Lan Qingya called on the monks to gather on the high ground and form a defensive formation.

"Promise to keep your back to your own people!"

She gave the instruction and her expression suddenly changed.

Many little ghosts appeared out of nowhere in the few remaining areas in the city.

These little ghosts all look like children.

Different from the previous little corpse girl.

Yin corpses are made from corpses. These ghosts are transformed from souls and are covered in gray.

Although their strength is only at the foundation-building level, their numbers are extremely astonishing. They are so densely packed that they cover the sky and make one's scalp tingle.

Lan Qingya waved her hand and was about to cast a spell, but was stopped by Hua Xiangrong.

"Uncle Master, it's time for us to practice."

They fought along the way without any fear. Being on the brink of life and death can make people grow rapidly.

Both she and Yuan Xi seemed to have touched that barrier of cultivation.

In fact, what she didn’t know was that Qi Yanchen had already reached the Nascent Soul stage.

However, in this formation, no matter who advances to the heavenly tribulation, there will be a delay.

Lan Qingya nodded and let her do as she pleased.

Hua Xiangrong formed a hand seal and slightly opened her red lips. She cast a mid-level group attack spell, instantly dispersing half of the little ghosts.

Yuan Xi was not willing to fall behind, and the Jindan stage cultivators seemed to have found their confidence.

After all, they had been running around all the way, and all the large-scale battles were handled by highly skilled monks like Lan Qingya, which was really a bit pathetic.

With such an opportunity nowadays, no one wants to fall behind.

For a while, spells were cast one after another.

In a flash, all the little ghosts were wiped out.

But there was almost no free time, and the next moment, a group of evil spirits were released.

The number is just as much as that of the little ghosts.

After a few group attack spells, some evil spirits began to mix in with the evil spirits.

The ghosts became more and more powerful and their numbers increased. The cultivators in the Jindan stage gradually could not hold on any longer.

Lan Qingya said in a deep voice: "Save some spiritual power to save your life!"

Before she finished speaking, more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators, including Xu Xianyuan, Song Yanche, Tu Zhengyuan, Zhongli Shu, Qi Yanchen, etc., began to cast spells.

Both the strength and the level of the spells are incomparable to those of the Jindan stage cultivators.

Evil spirits and fierce ghosts kept coming and there seemed to be no end.

At this time, a little ghost rushed over and grabbed a monk. After being held by the ghost's hand, both his arms and legs instantly showed signs of corrosion by Yin Qi.

Although the little devil was dealt with in time, the monk still grimaced in pain.

A quarter of an hour later, some evil ghosts appeared among these ghosts.

Lan Qingya thought of her previous bad experiences. She knew too well the power of these evil spirits.

If after a while all the evil ghosts and fierce ghosts are gone, leaving only the vicious ghosts, or even ghost generals and ghost kings appear, then another fierce battle is inevitable.

Lan Qingya doesn't want to die again.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Gong Yijue patted her shoulder.

Gentle yet powerful.

She felt relieved and calmed herself down to think.

These ghosts all appear directly inside the barrier.

This means that someone is plotting against them in the dark or within the team.

She immediately paid attention to Zhongli Shu, who was concentrating on destroying the ghosts in front of him and there was nothing unusual.

not him.

She had been thinking wrongly.

Even if she guessed wrong, the ghost-controlling monk must be among them.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that among all the monks, the middle-aged male monk had his eyes slightly closed, his hands hanging in his sleeves, and occasionally the slight shaking of his cuffs meant that he was typing a knot.

It's him!

Although this male cultivator had an untidy beard, his temperament was very elegant, and he was trying his best to reduce his presence.

It looks like he is casting a spell, but in fact he is not really putting in any effort.

Lan Qingya's eyes narrowed.

But controlling those little ghosts!

Tian Qiming felt a little proud.

The great hermit hides in the city, hiding among this group of monks. Who would have thought that he is the culprit who controls ghosts?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he was suddenly knocked over by a huge force and fell towards the group of evil spirits.

The evil ghosts did not dare to act rashly when they saw their master. They just caught him and then stepped back a short distance to give him space.

When everyone saw the sudden change, they couldn't help but exclaimed and just tried to see if he was okay.

"My fellow Taoist, these ghosts are very polite to you."

Lan Qingya's voice sounded faintly.