The elders of the Dongxian League couldn't help but smile.
"More than that! Those in the Holy King Palace are probably no longer able to hold their ground! When Confucianism and Taoism fell, the Immortal Realm lost its great generals! Later, hundreds of races withered away, and the world of immortal cultivation plummeted. This gave the Holy King Palace a chance to survive! Now, they have tried time and again to rekindle the glory of the Holy King Palace... but they didn't expect to run into a wall in a small realm!"
The people of the Northern Immortal Alliance couldn't help but look at the Eastern Immortal Alliance, which seemed to be gloating.
"Don't forget, the conflict between Pankong Realm and Saint King Palace is inevitable now, but they don't necessarily like the Immortal Realm that much."
Just from the fact that the Immortal Alliance has been able to get less and less information from the Lower Immortal Realm in recent years, it can be seen that those in the Lower Immortal Realm are also very unhappy with the actions of the Immortal Realm.
Everyone in the Central Immortal Realm couldn't help but sneer.
"The Western Immortal Realm hasn't issued any orders yet..."
Even if we talk about hating the Immortal Alliance, then the Western Immortal Realm should be the first to bear the brunt!
After all, the Pankong Realm has fallen several times and is now directly under the jurisdiction of the Western Immortal Realm.
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Southern and Western Immortal Realms changed.
You must know that when the Pankong Realm was in its heyday, it was the most prominent small world among all the spiritual realms, and it was also under the jurisdiction of the Southern Immortal Realm.
But later, the Pankong Realm went through many changes and fell again and again, so the Southern Immortal Realm gave up the entire Pankong Realm and chose other lower spiritual realms with richer resources and more abundant spiritual power.
The Pankong Realm was divided by the people of the Southern Immortal Realm to the Western Immortal Realm, which had the weakest resources and strength at the time.
Over the years, the Western Immortal Realm has been a mixed bag, with most of the people being those who ascended from the Lower Spirit Realm. Since they can be found in various places, the regional differences have created a mentality among them where no one is willing to submit to the other.
Disunity, internal strife, being looked down upon and suppressed by other immortal realms, and having no leader...
This also caused the condition of the Western Fairyland to deteriorate. In recent years, it has become a favorite place for some demon fairies.
However, they enjoyed hunting there but never thought about revitalizing it, so that the resources of the Western Fairyland were deprived again and again.
Then the cultivators who obtained the resources improved themselves and turned to other immortal realms...
The loss of resources and talent has made the already impoverished Western Fairyland even worse.
The immortals from the Western Immortal Realm just glanced at the ridicule from the Northern Immortal Realm and remained silent.
The other fairy realms are no longer surprised. After all, although the Western Fairy Realm is vast, it is the poorest place in the fairy realm. There are even some mortal places without spiritual power.
They have been suppressed and kept silent, and the people in other fairy realms have become accustomed to it.
In order to ease the awkwardness, the immortals in the Eastern Immortal Realm looked at everyone with a smile.
"How could that be? The world of immortal cultivation advocates that the strong are respected. Only when one's own strength is strong enough will others talk to and associate with them. Once they enter the immortal realm, they will know and understand our approach..."
The wind blew and huge waves surged.
"Someone from the Lower Spirit Realm?"
A group of people from the Holy King Palace looked at the small boat floating on the sea.
"Which realm is it from in the Lower Spirit Realm?"
The leader looked Shen Qingyi up and down.
It was hard to tell the age of the female cultivator in front of him. She didn't look very old, but her head full of white hair was really eye-catching.
However, in the Nascent Soul area, a Nascent Soul in the early stage is undoubtedly the weakest existence.
"It seems that they are monks from the Lower Spiritual Realm who have just entered."
Otherwise, how could he dare to be outside alone when his cultivation level is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul!
You have to know that the first batch of monks who entered have been scared to death by them, and those who are still alive now are almost all gathering together for warmth.
However, although the difficulty of killing it increases, once it is discovered, the whole team is usually wiped out.
The leader seemed a little uninterested.
“Solve it quickly!”
The group of ten people nodded, and a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul came out.
Among them, six are in the early stage of Yuanying, three are in the middle stage of Yuanying, and one is in the high stage of Yuanying.
In the Fallen Angel Realm, such a team can only be considered a beginner to intermediate level team.
However, to deal with a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage, they thought that a cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage was enough.
After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the gap of one small level is often a huge chasm, and not everyone can challenge a cultivator of a higher level!
What's more, even if the female cultivator in front of him could challenge higher-level cultivators, apart from so many people, they also had middle-level and high-level cultivators!
A flash of light appeared in the hand of the cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and a big knife appeared.
"I'm giving you a chance to end your life yourself, so I don't have to do it, and you'll feel better!"
Shen Qingyi glanced at the people opposite him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.
The leader took a look and was just about to look away to see if there was any opportunity elsewhere when he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop sharply in an instant.
"Thousands of miles of ice!"
Huge waves rolled, and a water dragon rushed out of the sea, splashing water everywhere. Under the sunlight, it reflected star-like light, but in the next moment it turned into countless ice blades shining with cold light.
"careful!"
Several people reacted quickly and retreated quickly.
However, the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who came forward had already entered the center of the frozen area.
The wind blew, and Shen Qingyi's hair danced in the wind.
The moment he raised his eyes, they suddenly turned red and blue.
"Wu Chen!"
"Buzz!"
"boom!"
As the Dustless Sword was in hand, the surrounding spiritual energy instantly became chaotic, and huge waves on the sea surface rolled in an instant.
“Crack, crack!”
The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the people who were retreating watched helplessly as the sea surface, with the small boat as the center, was frozen little by little but very quickly.
The huge waves that rose up were also frozen at the moment of surging.
The cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul was frozen in ice before he could even put up any resistance.
"Save the third one!"
The leading monk's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The nine people reacted quickly, surrounding Shen Qingyi and rushing towards the center of the ice.
Here, they only believe in living!
As for fighting alone, that kind of morality should be left to some stupid competitions in the outside world!
Shen Qing held Wuchen in one hand and his feet shook.
The huge frozen waves moved in an instant, and the few people only felt a flash before their eyes.
When I came to my senses again, I found that everyone around me had disappeared.
The leader looked around vigilantly, but the sea was foggy and the water surface was no longer turbulent, only calm!
He seriously suspected that they were trapped in some kind of illusion!
The third brother who was frozen in ice wanted to break free, and his Dan fire ignited his body, and the ice on his body was about to fall and melt.
“Puff!”
Zhang Laosan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked down, and saw a sword stuck in his chest and heart.
Blood and vitality are quickly disappearing.
Shen Qingyi drew out the Wuchen Sword again, and blood splattered on her body and face.
It was warm blood.
"Bang!"
Zhang Laosan opened his eyes wide and fell down suddenly.
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