The first peak of Yuanmang.
There are crisscrossing brilliant spiritual lights, covering a large flat rocky area on the top of the mountain. The spiritual lights are like sharp blades, shining with a cold and captivating sharp edge.
From afar, the dense light interweaving and covering the top of the mountain looked like a spiritual power shield cast by a practitioner.
There was a level five magic armor beast with sharp fangs and secreted smelly mucus. It was instructed by a magic scale warrior to secretly climb up along the stone steps below.
“Crack!”
Its natural armor, as strong as gold and iron, was cut into pieces when it came into contact with the sharp spiritual light.
This level five armored demon beast howled as its flesh and blood splattered and it retreated in fear.
Yang Rui, standing on the edge of the mountain top, wielded a long and narrow flaming knife and slashed at the armored beast that suddenly appeared.
“Swish!”
The flaming knife slashed across, leaving a dazzling river of knife blades that tore the armored beast apart in an instant.
"As expected of Yang Rui."
Mrs. Hua praised her generously.
Many independent cultivators with superb skills on the mountain top, as well as people from the Blood Moon and Yinling Temples, all nodded secretly.
Yang Rui, a brave and skilled fighter, guarded a corner of the mountain top with his cultivation in the Dongxuan realm. Whenever any ferocious beast from another race showed up, he would draw his sword to fight them.
Once the ferocious beasts and alien warriors below level six are injured by the "Tiangang Tuling Formation", as long as he stabs them again, it will be almost impossible for them to escape.
Even the sixth-level Demon Scale Clan warriors and several powerful Sky Clan warriors who were flapping their wings were somewhat afraid of his power.
"It's all because of the infinite mystery of the Tiangang Soul-Slaughtering Formation."
Yang Rui shook his head without taking credit for it, and said calmly: "If you hadn't created the Tiangang Slaughtering Spirit Formation and connected it to the spiritual veins of the Yuanmang Shattered Land, and continuously absorbed spiritual power to cooperate with this powerful formation, the First Peak of Yuanmang would have fallen long ago."
Under the shining sun, Yang Rui, with his tall and majestic figure, exudes a faint glow all over his body.
The pattern of a blazing sun on the robe he was wearing was so dazzling that he looked like the son of the sun god.
The female cultivators from all walks of life, all with beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement, all had a certain amount of admiration and love for him.
Most women admire strong men.
Yang Rui is extremely talented, has outstanding personal combat capabilities, is tall and strong, and is a favored child of the Lieyang Sect.
With all these factors combined, it is impossible for him to keep a low profile.
“It’s also the result of everyone’s concerted efforts.”
Madam Hua, who was exhausted, did not forget to cast a coquettish glance at him, and then sighed: "After this battle, the spiritual vein buried deep in the heart of Yuanmang will probably take hundreds of years to recover to its original state."
To use the "Tian Gang Tu Ling Formation" to resist the fierce offensive of alien races is to overdraw the potential of the underground spiritual veins.
"Just hold on a little longer."
Lou Yunming of the Yinling Temple had just fought with a level 6 Demon Scale Clan warrior. He took out a Soul Nourishing Pill and swallowed it with a slightly tired look, saying, "I have already reported this to our leader using secret methods. The leader said that flying spirit weapons from all sides have been transporting people and objects to the lower realm recently..."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiuyuan of Blood Moon and Wei Wenhan of Lieyang Sect.
When the alien race suddenly appeared, Elder Wei Wenhan of the Lieyang Sect hurriedly wanted to rush to the mountain where the Fire Cloud Ship was anchored.
On the way, he and Yang Rui encountered crazy attacks from alien races and ferocious beasts, and were forced to retreat back to the first peak of Yuanmang.
"Well, I know the situation is special and support from all parties will not arrive too quickly."
Wei Wenhan nodded, glanced at the sky, and said in a bad mood: "According to the usual practice of the above leaders, as long as they know that the invading alien race is not higher than level seven, they will probably sit back and do nothing."
Jiu Yuan, who was in a bad mood, cursed: "The invading alien race may know the habits of the superiors, so they did not send out the seventh-level strongmen and fierce beasts!"
Cao Mang frowned and dared not say a word.
He also occasionally went to the second realm, so he naturally knew what Wei Wenhan and Jiu Yuan were talking about. It had happened frequently before.
In some of the most forbidden areas in the third realm, if there are terrifying beasts and monsters causing trouble, as long as the superiors determine that their level is less than level seven, they will let the lower sects handle it on their own.
Only when the situation really cannot be handled and the major sects have suffered heavy losses, will the higher-ups arrange for people to resolve it.
It's like some kind of unspoken rule.
"We must find out how they got here!"
Wei Wenhan, dressed like an old Confucian scholar, held a ruler and looked at Cao Mang with a frown.
Cao Mang suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice: "I activated the Tiangang Soul-Slaughtering Formation and personally led the troops to kill so many alien races and ferocious beasts. Can't I clear your suspicion of me?"
Wei Wenhan said indifferently, "Your private transaction with the aliens from the fifth realm is real. Who knows if it was because you leaked some information and provided some key spiritual materials to the aliens that they locked onto the Yuanmang Fragment and created a mirror tunnel?"
"Wei, if you continue to slander me maliciously, get out of the First Peak!"
Cao Mang was furious.
Feeling extremely aggrieved, he naturally knew that someone was deliberately framing him.
But he just couldn't figure out who had such great power to make these invading aliens say that they were invited by him.
"Cao Mang."
Wei Wenhan called him by his name, waved his sleeves and said arrogantly: "You should think carefully about what you should do after this battle."
"The higher-ups will definitely investigate. Regardless of whether you invited the aliens or not, since the incident happened in the Yuanmang Fragmented Land under your jurisdiction, you cannot escape responsibility!"
After these words were spoken, Cao Mang's face became even worse.
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Deep in the canyon.
Fang Boxuan, who had briefly communicated with Jiuyuan using the blood talisman, took a quick glance and saw the storage bags on Bai Guanjie and Chen Min.
In the central area between the two corpses, the artifacts of his several senior brothers in the Xiantian realm were also there.
"Pang Jian left in a hurry. He must have been afraid that I would come and kill him, so he didn't have time to take the storage bag away."
Fang Boxuan said secretly.
"Senior Sister Chen, I'm really not a blockhead. It's just that you're not pretty enough that I'm not interested in picking you..."
Fang Boxuan muttered softly, tore off the storage bag left by Chen Min, and walked forward again.
The corpses were permeated by the cold air, and the bodies hidden by several senior brothers in the Xiantian realm, which looked like ice sculptures, were also taken away by him one by one.
Finally, he came to Bai Guanjie's body.
Looking at the senior brother who had been pierced through the head by the Jingzhi Spear, Fang Boxuan sighed, "Senior Brother Bai, you are so unlucky. You were the one who rushed to the front, and you also died the most miserably. It's all your fault that you didn't understand the other party's cultivation level."
“What a pity.”
He shook his head and pulled the storage bag off the corpse's waist.
Fang Boxuan muttered softly.
Just as he was about to check what was hidden in the storage bag, his face suddenly changed.
“Whoosh!”
He hastily cast out a blood-red shield.
Bai Guanjie's body exploded without any warning!
"Boom! Boom!"
Amid the flying remains of limbs and flesh, the power of a thunderbolt suddenly emerged. Lightning and thunder condensed into a ball of light, which crashed into him. He retreated violently with a muffled groan under the spiritual power shield.
Feeling the sudden explosion of terrifying power, Fang Boxuan said gloomily: "Despicable!"
Deep in the canyon extending to the fourth peak, a tall figure wearing a blue robe and with the sword tower logo on his chest suddenly emerged and quickly approached Fang Boxuan.
"Pang Jian, you are wearing the robes of Jianlou!"
Fang Boxuan screamed in shock.
"Qi Qingsong has secured a place for me as an outer disciple of the Sword Tower. Once I go to the Sword Tower in the Second Realm, I can use this token to enter the Sword Tower's genealogy book."
Pang Jian pointed to the sword-shaped token hanging on his waist.
"They are not Jiuyuan. As long as you put on this dress to prove that you have the power of the Dongxuan realm, they will not dare to touch you. Why do you still want to kill them all?"
Fang Boxuan, who had suffered a loss, kept the shield in place the whole time and silently took a few steps back while speaking.
Just as he was about to approach the corpses that were penetrated by cold energy and had ice crystals on their surface, Fang Boxuan's heart tightened.
Fearing that there might be "Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder" hidden inside those corpses, he quickly and carefully moved away.
"Without this dress, I should die?"
Pang Jian said indifferently.
Fang Boxuan paused.
"Leave the storage bag in your hand and you can leave the canyon, because there are more important things in it." Pang Jian snorted and walked towards Fang Boxuan step by step: "There are seven of you in your group. After you said my name, except for you who hesitated, the other six people immediately showed murderous intent in their eyes."
"Six people also chased me while I was escaping."
"Since they have evil intentions and want to get rid of me and seize the huge amount of spirit stones, why can't I kill them?"
Pang Jian talked as he walked.
Fang Boxuan frowned, his eyes showing thought, but he did not refute.
"Storage bag, more important things..."
Subconsciously, he released a ray of spiritual consciousness with the cultivation base of the middle stage of the Profound Realm.
He planned to see what important things were in Bai Guanjie's storage bag that made Pang Jian attach so much importance to it.
His spiritual consciousness entered it.
"Bang!"
A cloud of blue-gray smoke suddenly emerged from the opening of the storage bag.
As the smoke appeared, Fang Boxuan groaned again, and when a wisp of his consciousness turned into ashes, his body was also covered by the blue-gray smoke.
"Pang Jian, you will die a horrible death!"
Fang Boxuan screamed and hurriedly threw away Bai Guanjie's storage bag. A blood jade pendant on his chest suddenly shone brightly.
The light penetrated deep into his brows and tightly wrapped his sea of consciousness, thus resisting the invasion of the "poisonous ghost miasma".
"I have never seen such a despicable person as you!"
"Junior Sister Zhao from Hongshan must be blind to beg for mercy for someone like you!"
"First there was the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, then there was the Poisonous Ghost Miasma, and then they deceived me with words, deliberately saying that there was something important inside..."
Fang Boxuan fled cursing.
He was filled with grievance and depression, feeling deeply hurt.
There were a total of six corpses of fellow senior and junior brothers, lying in a line from Chen Min to Bai Guanjie. Starting from Chen Min, there was nothing abnormal about either the corpse or the storage bag.
Until the last one, Bai Guanjie, he thought there wouldn't be any problems, but he didn't expect...
Fang Boxuan felt like crying but had no tears.
He had already realized that Pang Jian had used the previous few corpses to make Bai Guanjie completely let down his guard, and then suddenly activated the "Nine Sky Cloud Thunder" in Bai Guanjie's body, and then deliberately plotted against him with words, letting him use his spiritual sense to investigate and trigger the "Poisonous Ghost Miasma".
All the plots were extremely vicious. If it weren't for the life-saving treasure, he might have been killed in the canyon.
Moreover, he did not die in battle.
Fang Boxuan, who rarely experienced such a situation, was full of bitterness and grievances. As he ran away, he looked back at Pang Jian as if he were a ferocious beast.
“Boom!”
Fang Boxuan, who was fleeing, was hit again by the sudden explosion of "Nine Sky Mysterious Thunder" when he passed by a broken rock.
Pang Jian arrived with a spear in hand.
He wielded the brilliant moon blade and starlight, pulling out extremely cold ice spikes, and attacked Fang Boxuan like a violent storm.
"puff!"
Fang Boxuan vomited blood, and when his spiritual power shield exploded, he took out a blood bead to protect his body.
Wine-red light waves rippled out in circles, lasting only for a moment before being shattered by Pang Jian's explosive spear.
When the blood beads shattered, Fang Boxuan's body and face were covered in blood, and he screamed miserably.
"Pang Jian, I have no grudge against you, I just..."
"I just!"
"Bang!"
He took out a palm-sized bronze bell and placed it above his head, and then Pang Jian stabbed it with a spear, causing the bell mouth to explode.
The people Fang Boxuan killed looked neither like humans nor ghosts. He bit his tongue in fear and quickly shrank into the cracked bronze bell, using his overdrawn potential to perform the blood escape technique and fled away like lightning.
"Pang Jian, you will die a horrible death!"
Fang Boxuan's screams of ghosts and wolves howled all the way.
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