A'Rong's body is too big and has the shape of a bird, which is too eye-catching. On the contrary, Miao Shun is the best candidate because he has a strong body, is very fast on land, and can hide.
After Miao Shun came out of the space, he felt the coldness around him. He quickly took out a large white felt from his storage space and covered Shen Qingyi with it. He carried Shen Qingyi on his back, sniffed the air, chose a direction and moved forward quickly. In a few seconds, he disappeared into the snowfield.
Tianyuan wrapped around Shen Qingyi's wrist, Arong huddled in her arms, and Aqing returned to the space, managing the space while also cooperating with the needs of the group.
Pan Kong stayed in the Record of Life and Death, and occasionally gave a reminder when he sensed that the aura was wrong.
This was the most tacit cooperation they had ever had, and even Ah Qing, who was in charge of logistics, was very excited.
This feeling of being needed and fighting together is really good!
The cold wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.
A figure flashed quickly across the snow.
Shen Qingzhou's body temperature was very low, the blood between his eyebrows was still there, and the hostility around him had not yet dissipated.
Miao Shun's forward movement suddenly stopped, and his light leopard feet pressed on the ground.
"I feel the temperature is higher in the east."
"Then go over there!"
Miao Shun carried Shen Qingyi on his back and immediately changed direction, heading east.
The wind and snow fell on the big felt blanket, and most of the cold was blocked by the blanket.
After a great battle, the weakened Shen Qingyi quickly recovered his spiritual power.
The real reason why she didn't open her eyes now was that the memory lens in her sea of consciousness had not been completely unlocked.
The first time Shen Qingyi blocked his memory and entered the Ruthless Technique, he was not able to control himself well, so he was so slow.
The waves hit the beach, and after half a month, the battle beach finally returned to its original appearance.
Because of that battle, the Sky-Swallowing Python who was practicing in seclusion was alarmed, and he also realized that despite his clearance, there were still cultivators secretly hiding in his territory!
Now they were brazenly fighting in front of his house! This was a blatant provocation to him!
Suddenly, Qiushan and the nearby sea area were caught up in the sweep of the Sky-Swallowing Python.
A group of monks from the Immortal Alliance finally escaped to the foot of the mountains, and the eight of them were panting heavily.
Shi Ye spat fiercely on the ground.
"What damn bad luck! They finally managed to sneak into Qiushan, saying they would take advantage of other cultivators being afraid to go in and grab some of Qiushan's specialties! Now they haven't made any profit, and they almost lost their lives!"
"Those monks who are fighting the Holy King Palace, why did they choose to fight at this time instead of earlier or later? What bad luck!"
"Okay, stop talking. If you want to blame someone, it's just our bad luck!"
"Why are we so unlucky? What about our capital? Over the years, the Holy King Palace and the cultivators from the Lower Spirit Realm have been stirring up trouble, and those people from the Immortal Alliance and the Holy King Palace have reaped a lot of benefits. What about us? Didn't we fight our way into the Fallen God Realm for the resources? We paid a huge price to get in, but we haven't gained a single cent. We also have to worry constantly about whether we will be mistaken for cultivators from the Lower Spirit Realm and killed by the greedy Holy King Palace because we don't have the protection order from the Immortal Alliance!"
The group gradually quieted down.
In the fairy world, not every fairy can enjoy unlimited glory. In fact, the competition there is sometimes even more intense than in the lower spiritual realm.
Those immortal forces and the disciples they recruited have also undergone too many changes.
Among them, "qualification" is an inescapable fate!
Who among them hadn't ascended to the immortal realm with excitement and anticipation? But what awaited them?
The immortal world is full of rules and regulations, and only cultivators who have experienced it know how difficult it is for an immortal without any background to take a single step forward.
As for the aspirations and hopes they had back then? How many monks can maintain their original aspirations amidst the repetitive and complex daily lives?
Without resources, they can only stand still. If they stand still, their cultivation will stagnate. With low cultivation, they will be bullied... This cycle repeats over and over again, and it is more like a reincarnation that you can never get out of, unless you commit suicide.
How many cultivators in the immortal world commit suicide every year because they can't stand the invisible pressure?
From a genius, he became a waste in the corners of the lower realm, despised by everyone in the fairy world!
They said they had no talent and were overambitious, that they only knew how to use some stupid methods that required desperate effort, that their efforts were insignificant, and that being able to ascend to become a servant in the immortal realm was already a great blessing. They said that if you couldn't handle it, it was your own problem, that you weren't good enough at heart...
In this world, what can kill is not only the flashing cold blades, but also a single word, a human heart, arrogance, and prejudice!
Those people stand on the highest moral ground, pointing fingers at them and preaching to them kindly, but they don't know what it means to kill someone and destroy their heart!
"Forget it... There's no point complaining here. Let's hurry to the next place and see if there's anything useful there."
The group of eight people finished resting and packing up, and were about to leave, but as soon as they turned around, several people were suddenly startled.
The weapons in their hands were revealed one after another.
“Who is it?!”
In the darkness, a foot stepped out, and the whole figure gradually appeared.
The female cultivator was holding a blood-stained scimitar in her hand and wearing a dark red hat.
Noticing the female cultivator's high-level Nascent Soul cultivation, several people looked at each other.
"A cultivator from the Lower Spiritual Realm?"
Only cultivators from the lower spiritual realm cannot afford even a decent robe.
A few people glanced behind Jiang Miaoyu again and found that there was no one else, and their eyes lit up.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat!
They have just experienced some losses, so they will try to make up for as much as they can now!
Several people immediately gathered around Jiang Miaoyu tacitly.
"Don't blame us! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself as cultivators from the Lower Spiritual Realm! If you had stayed in the Lower Spiritual Realm peacefully and not gotten involved in this, how could there be so many problems now? If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being greedy and overestimating your own abilities!"
After saying this, the guilt in the hearts of several people disappeared without a trace.
yes!
They are all overestimating their own abilities. The world of immortal cultivation is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Without the strength, they still want to enter the world of fallen gods to gain benefits?
Where in the world is there such a cheap thing?
If they have to blame anyone, they can only blame themselves for their lack of strength!
Moreover, their situation has become even more difficult because of the interference of these monks from the Lower Spirit Realm. Isn't it reasonable for them to receive some compensation from them?
Jiang Miaoyu hid in the tree at first, but heard everything they said.
I am angry about the Holy King Palace and the Immortal Alliance. I am angry about them bullying the weak.
Now seeing their expressions change and the greed in their eyes becoming stronger, she was not surprised at all.
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