“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
After a series of bone-breaking sounds, the demon was broken into square meat patties, with only the eyes and mouth still moving.
Bang!
Xiang Sheng leaned forward and suddenly heard a crisp sound. She glanced down and saw that Mo Ran's thigh bone, which she had just broken, had returned to its original shape.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and she broke the leg bones again, then pointed a finger at the demon's brow.
Although the sword energy after tempering has not yet caught up with the pure strength of her physical body, it has already exceeded the scope of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Just a light scratch would leave a wound like a piece of rotten leather.
The wound was very deep, but no blood flowed out. A ball of golden energy could be seen surging in the Niwan Palace.
And the moment Xiang Sheng opened the Niwan Palace, the golden energy remaining inside immediately dissipated.
Along with it, the vitality in the demon's eyes also drifted away.
The demon became visibly motionless, and his body quickly turned into a pile of black ash and dispersed in the wind.
"So they've been able to survive from ancient times to the present day because of that ball of golden energy..."
Xiang Sheng stood up straight, his eyes flashing.
Time is the most cruel.
In ancient times, many brilliant and talented people could not withstand the ravages of time and failed to leave any trace in the world of cultivation.
It can be seen that there are very few people in this world who can ignore the passage of time.
The Tianyi Clan is one of them, but forced integration with the Heavenly Dao is not perfect.
The only ones who are truly perfect and immortal are the two ancient gods born and raised by nature.
But this ball of golden energy, unlike the Ancient God and the Heavenly Dao Line, also possesses the characteristics of immortality. Perhaps, that soul cultivator...
Xiang Sheng looked at the deep and dark passage, and guesses came to his mind, and for a moment he felt a little scared.
She came here for two reasons: firstly, the opportunity was right in front of her, and there was no reason to miss it; secondly, she wanted to secretly protect the disciples of the Wanmai Sword Sect and fulfill her duty as the Sword Master.
But now it seems that this palace is much more dangerous than she imagined, and she may not be able to protect them.
She frowned, took out a homemade jade slip, removed the sword seal from it, and crushed it.
Buzz——
The sword intent in the void gushed out, but no teleportation vortex appeared, only leaving a few ripples in the void.
Xiang Sheng's face darkened when he saw this, and he thought to himself, "As expected."
The space inside this palace is much more solid than outside, so the backup plan left by Sixth Senior Brother in the jade slip is useless.
The bronze door was closed, and even if she found Li Changting and the others, she couldn't take them away.
There is only one way to go now, and that is to go deep into the palace and find a way to open the exit.
There are already people who have gone ahead to explore this road, so there is no need to rush.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng's expression regained its composure and he stepped sideways into the alchemy room.
The monk surnamed Gong and Chai Dingkun both fled in a hurry.
In the alchemy room, except for the furnishings near the door being destroyed by the demon and a small half of the jade bottle on the outer alchemy rack being missing, the furnishings remained unchanged.
Xiang Sheng went in and searched carefully. In addition to the jade bottle on the pill shelf, he also found three secret compartments and took out two bottles of pills with no markings on the bottles, as well as a note.
She flipped through the notebook briefly and found that it was a book on alchemy experience. She didn't have time to read it any further, so she stuffed all the information into the blood ring, slipped out of the door, and went deeper into the back hall.
Not long after, Xiang Sheng encountered a group of demons who had lost their target. Smelling a stranger, the demons immediately turned and rushed towards him, but Xiang Sheng easily dismissed them, sending them flying backwards at an even faster speed.
After half an hour, the passage ahead widened and a white light flickered at the end.
After dealing with several demons that were chasing him relentlessly, Xiang Sheng slowed down and approached the exit. His sight passed through the white light and he saw a wide intersection.
Directly opposite the intersection, there was a main hall with its doors wide open. The inside was as bright as day, and everyone in the hall could be seen clearly.
The hall was empty, with only a golden inner door with intricate patterns embedded in the middle of the back wall.
On both sides of the Golden Gate, the four major camps of Wangxian Peak, Piaoxue Palace, Wanmai Sword Sect, and independent cultivators were guarding both sides and sitting cross-legged.
On the left side of the crowd, Chai Dingkun sat against the wall, surrounded by a few disciples of Shengxian Peak.
His chest was stained with blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger as he stared at the bandaged man opposite him.
The cultivator named Gong, who was sitting cross-legged and hiding behind the crowd on the opposite side, was not in much better condition either. His breath was weak and almost inaudible.
Xiang Sheng watched this scene secretly and was surprised.
It would be fine if it was just Chai Dingkun and the cultivator surnamed Gong, but the people from the Wanmai Sword Sect and Piaoxue Palace were also walking in front of her?
And what was their purpose in sitting cross-legged together in meditation? Could it be that they were seriously injured in the melee and were meditating to regulate their breathing?
She was confused, but it didn't take long for her to see the answer.
But with a slight "creak" sound, the golden gate in the middle opened a crack, and a palm-sized ball of light green water slowly floated out from the crack, with the breath of the early Nascent Soul stage.
Seeing the water ball, the four groups of people all relaxed, except for the middle-aged cultivator leading the group, whose eyes lit up. He said, "According to the agreement, this ownerless true essence shall belong to us."
Fairy Chengjun immediately nodded and chuckled, "Of course, what do Senior Brothers Feng and Ning think?"
Feng Xuan nodded silently and looked at the young man leading Wangxian Peak, Ning Feiran.
"It's an agreement, and I have no objection."
Ning Feiran was also straightforward. He flicked his sleeves and slapped the ownerless true energy water ball in front of the wandering cultivator.
The wandering cultivator was overjoyed and immediately divided the water ball into several parts and distributed them evenly.
Throughout this process, no one questioned the opinions of the people on Shengxian Peak. Clearly, due to a shortage of manpower and the serious injuries, Chai Dingkun was out of the game.
Thirty breaths later, the golden gate opened again.
This time, what floated out was a ball of light purple true energy, and its aura was in the middle stage of out-of-body state.
At the moment the water ball floated out, Ning Feiran, Feng Xuan, and Fairy Chengjun attacked almost at the same time, each obtaining ownerless true essence of varying sizes and distributing them to their disciples for absorption.
Ning Feiran and the other two tacitly gave up the position closest to the golden gate and replaced it with other people.
Ning Feiran's side was replaced by Zuo Jing;
Fairy Chengjun was replaced by Bai Miaoyin;
Feng Xuan's side is the most special, as it was replaced by Dong Jinghuan.
Thirty breaths later, the three men fought for a ball of ownerless vital energy, and Dong Jinghuan took the lion's share.
Seeing this, Xiang Sheng had a general understanding of the situation in the hall.
Every thirty breaths, ownerless true energy or vital energy would float out from behind the golden gate. No one would be in a good situation in the melee, so the four parties simply made three rules and each took what they needed.
To be fair, people would take turns in each round of snatching, and if the things that floated out were of too low quality, they would be thrown to the casual cultivators to eat.
Dong Jinghuan was not in the group of independent cultivators, and he had won the opportunity to attack from the Wanmai Sword Sect. I think he had made a lot of contributions to their ability to get here in such a short time.
While Xiang Sheng was thinking, the scramble in the hall quickly passed and it was the turn of Feng Xuan and the other two.
Bang!
The Golden Gate suddenly opened up a larger crack.
A group of dazzling golden water droplets floated out, and the aura of incarnation was clearly revealed!
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