High-level ghosts are all intelligent beings. When they discovered that their master was actually attacking one of their own, many ghosts immediately retreated far away from the chance to fight with the cultivators. Netherworld couldn't catch the high-level ghosts, so it attacked the mid-level ghosts. In a blink of an eye,
Several ghosts were thrown into the evil energy, and the ghosts were consumed like fuel.
With the ghosts in the misty forest killing the same kind, the elders of the Immortal Academy also felt that the pressure was gradually weakening, but many elders had not been able to hold on until that time, and they were already being snatched and eaten by the high-level ghosts!
Standing on the top of the mountain, Qing Ling had no intention of going down. Her cultivation level was the lowest here, and even the elders in the adult stage couldn't do anything about the swarming ghosts. What would happen if she went down? Besides, she was carrying poison pills. If she was
If something unexpected happens, all the elders who don't have poison pills will die here.
"I hope the elders can prevent this catastrophe!" Qing Ling's voice confided involuntarily.
Now the only people we can rely on are the elders of the Immortal Academy. They are the most powerful forces in the world besides the Holy Land.
"The situation is not good, little girl, don't count on those elders, the passage will be opened soon."
Zi Bao's words startled Qing Ling, and her heart skipped a beat. She didn't see what happened with her own eyes, and she couldn't believe Zi Bao's judgment. Even though its perception was super strong, what it expected never went wrong.
"Get out of here quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave." Zi Bao warned, with an anxious tone in his tone.
"How can I leave?!" Qing Ling retorted directly, her eyes fixed on the evil spirit on the dark altar.
"The situation is not good."
Qing Ling pricked up her ears. Even Feng Xuanhuang beside her said such words, which made her even more panicked.
She prayed in her heart that nothing would happen. Her companions were all in the misty forest. If something happened, the first ones who couldn't escape would be her companions. Moreover, Qingling knew clearly that the success or failure of this melee also foreshadowed the fate of the outside world.
Life or death, if the elders are really defeated, their families will also be implicated in the future!
Who can think of a way to prevent this impending catastrophe?
Qing Ling screamed in her heart, suddenly thinking of the Dragon Clan, the Monster Clan, the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the mysterious holy land.
There are so many powerful forces, but no one is willing to support the melee between the Immortal Academy and the Misty Forest. If there is a strong successor, there will be no possibility of Guixi paying for it!
The world is divided into pieces, and the divided forces are only a matter of time before they are defeated. Qingling can use pills to bribe the dragons and monsters to come to support, but now it is too late to notify them.
The more ghosts below were captured by the netherworld and thrown into the evil spirit, the more elders were killed and injured. How famous is a cultivator at the great stage in the outside world? But now here, after all, it can't resist the many forces coming forward one after another.
The rush to kill.
On the outskirts of the misty forest, the flesh and blood of evil beasts dyed the earth red, while around the dark altar, the blood of the elders was sprayed.
Do we have to watch things happen? Qing Ling wishes she had the strength to fight below, but unfortunately she is weak.
The dark air was low and depressing, realistically reflecting Qingling's inner world.
Suddenly, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and Qing Ling felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the ghosts were coming back?
But something unexpected happened, white snowflakes were falling in the air, and there were pure white snowflakes falling in the depths of this desolate, foggy forest shrouded in darkness?
Qing Ling looked up at the sky with her eyes wide open, and a white figure appeared in her sight with the fluttering snowflakes. The white clothes were better than the snow, and the clothes were elegant, and it was as perfect as an immortal against the background of the snowflakes.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his body shape and feeling, I knew this person was someone Qing Ling knew.
The moment the snowflakes fell, they became bigger and bigger, and the area around the dark altar below turned into a light white. At some point, the ghosts evacuated and gathered around the altar. The elders of the Immortal Academy also took this opportunity to stop fighting with the ghosts.
The casualties gathered around the three Supreme Elders.
On the altar, Youming, who was dressed in black robes, had a solemn expression. Even the power of the three supreme elders could not shake his eyes, but the flying snowflakes made his expression solemn, and everyone looked up at the sky.
The man in fluttering white clothes slowly fell down, and his hair was also silver-white. He looked down, met Netherworld's gaze, and gave the evil aura a ruthless look.
He turned around and looked towards Qing Ling. When he saw that face, Qing Ling stood stunned as if his whole body had been struck by thunder...
Ling Bing Xi! This person is actually Ling Bing Xi!
But how did Ling Bingxi's hair turn silver?!
What happened in these eight months?!
Looking up, the familiar face was cold and stern, and the silver hair was floating with a holy light.
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Hoho, Ice Attack has finally appeared. After reading the book review, everyone was guessing that the white egg was going to hatch. Ahem, I was wrong. It will take some time before it hatches~^0^