Mo Xuan's face turned pale in an instant. She subconsciously looked at Li Lingge, but found that the other party still had a calm expression, as if he had expected it.
"Li'er, things are not what you think."
Mo Xuan spoke with difficulty, but didn't know how to explain.
What can she say?
That she did it to protect the remaining members of the tribe?
Or does she have an inexplicable feeling towards this enemy?
“That’s enough!”
Mo Li interrupted harshly, tears glistening in her eyes.
"This valley is filled with the corpses of our people. I never thought you would turn to our enemies!"
Zhao Lingyu was also a little surprised. He never thought that he originally wanted to use Mo Xuan's head to kill his third brother, but he didn't expect that Mo Xuan would actually defect to the other party.
"Third brother, this is really a good trick!"
Li Lingge looked at Mo Li beside Zhao Lingyu. If Mo Xuan had not revealed her true identity, he might have really died on this woman's belly.
And all of this was just a casual move made by Zhao Lingyu.
"No comparison to my second brother, the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole waits behind."
Mo Xuan suddenly drew out the dagger from his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Mo Xuan.
"From today on, we are no longer sisters!"
The figure of the ancestor spider has completely disappeared, leaving only her voice echoing in the air.
"The secret realm can only be opened for one hour. Enter now if you want to, otherwise you will never get the Chaos Azure Lotus!"
Li Lingge chuckled, suddenly put his arms around Mo Xuan's slender waist, and whispered in her ear.
"It seems your sister doesn't appreciate it."
The warm breath sprayed on his ears, and Mo Xuan's body stiffened, but he couldn't break free.
This intimate action completely angered Mo Li. She screamed and the dagger in her hand turned into a stream of light and shot straight into Li Lingge's throat.
The sword trembled slightly, and a clear dragon roar came out.
In an instant, blood light surged, and a crescent-shaped sword energy swept out. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted, and time seemed to freeze.
Boom!
Amidst a deafening explosion, the entire Ten Thousand Spider Valley collapsed completely. After the smoke and dust cleared, only the swirling vortex entrance remained, along with the fading figures of Li Lingge and Mo Xuan in front of it.
In the distance, Mo Li crawled out of the ruins with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
She stared at the entrance to the vortex, her eyes burning with hatred: "I will definitely kill you two adulterers with my own hands!"
Zhao Lingyu grabbed her wrist and spoke.
"The ancestral land has been opened. Let's enter the secret realm of the ancestral land first. Don't delay the important business."
…
The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and Mo Xuan felt dizzy. When his feet touched the ground again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.
There are no sun, moon, or stars here, only a gray sky, as if covered by a thick shroud.
The air was filled with purple-black mist, which was wriggling as if it had life, sometimes condensing into a hideous ghost face, and sometimes dispersing into thousands of fine threads.
Mo Xuan subconsciously held her breath, but found that the miasma automatically dissipated when it was three inches away from her skin.
"Is this the secret realm of the ancestral land?"
Mo Xuan muttered to himself, his voice sounding particularly clear in the dead silence.
She looked around and found herself standing on a cracked wasteland. In the distance, she could vaguely see several leaning stone towers covered with glowing green moss.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream came from the northeast.
Mo Xuan's heart tightened, she recognized that voice.
Without a moment's hesitation, she immediately ran towards the source of the sound.
As the distance got closer, the miasma in the air became thicker and thicker, almost condensing into substance.
A layer of light green film automatically appeared on the surface of Mo Xuan's skin, isolating the poisonous fog that tried to approach.
After passing through a forest of dead trees, the scene before him almost made Mo Xuan's blood freeze.
Li Lingge knelt on one knee with the Xuanyuan Sword inserted in front of him. The blood light emitted from the sword was fighting against the miasma coming from all around.
But what was even more terrifying was that the purple-black mist had already invaded his body, and through his skin, one could see a dark red light flowing through his meridians.
His facial muscles were twisted and veins bulged on his forehead. He was obviously enduring unimaginable pain.
"The fire of karma burns me."
Mo Xuan took a deep breath. She had heard from the elders of her clan that the miasma in the secret realm would cause heart inflammation from the inside out, and the pain was enough to drive even the strongest cultivator crazy.
Just as she was about to rush forward, a black shadow fell from the sky and slammed heavily on the ground in front of her, stirring up a circle of dust.
When the dust settled, Qin Tianyi's burly figure appeared, and the black heavy sword behind him exuded a suffocating pressure.
“Get out of the way!”
Mo Xuan said sternly, and eight crystal spider legs stretched out from behind her, with cold light flashing at the tips.
Qin Tianyi did not answer immediately, but took out a jade talisman from his arms and crushed it.
Suddenly, a layer of light golden halo enveloped him, and the surrounding miasma quickly retreated as if encountering a natural enemy.
Mo Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank. That was an amulet specially made to protect against the miasma in the secret realm!
"It's useless, Miss Mo Xuan." Qin Tianyi's voice was surprisingly calm. "This miasma has existed since ancient times and is specifically designed to harm human cultivators. The Third Prince does not have a protective jade talisman, so he will surely die."
"nonsense!"
Mo Xuan's spider legs suddenly stabbed out, and eight silver threads shot towards Qin Tianyi like lightning.
The latter calmly drew out his heavy sword, and the chains on the sword rattled, actually blocking all eight spider silks.
"Look around you before you speak."
Qin Tianyi pointed his heavy sword at a dried corpse not far away. The corpse remained in a crawling posture, and a look of extreme pain seemed to be frozen in its empty eye sockets.
"An ordinary cultivator could last less than half an hour in the miasma."
Mo Xuan's attack paused slightly. Indeed, she could feel that Li Lingge's breath was rapidly weakening, and the light of the Xuanyuan Sword was getting dimmer and dimmer.
However, what shocked her even more was Qin Tianyi's next words.
"Why do you think we watched the Third Prince enter the secret realm?" Qin Tianyi sneered, "The Second Prince and I were well prepared, and he—"
He deliberately dragged out his tone when he said this.
"I am destined to turn into a dried corpse here."
Mo Xuan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the absurd scenes that had been filling her mind for ten consecutive days emerged in her mind.
Immediately afterwards, the corpses of his fellow tribesmen who had died tragically appeared before his eyes again.
Hatred and some indescribable emotion clashed fiercely in her heart.
However, she quickly made up her mind that for the sake of the lives of the remaining clansmen, she could not let the third prince die here.
"I won't let you succeed!"
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