What surprised Meng Wan was that in addition to the disciples of Xuanyin Sect, many disciples from other sects, and even independent cultivators, had also rushed here.
After a moment's thought, she guessed what was going on.
Eighty percent of the time, the sect sold the qualifications to enter the Duobao Pavilion to others and made a fortune.
More and more monks gathered near the teleportation array, but the Holy Son of Desire Dao was nowhere to be seen.
It is said that the Holy Son of the Desire Path is mysterious and proficient in the art of disguise, and few people have seen his true appearance.
Meng Wan guessed that the other party might have already mixed in the crowd, but just didn't reveal his identity.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the time for the opening of Duobao Pavilion was getting closer and closer.
The air was filled with tension, like a taut string that could break at any time.
At this moment, the void above the teleportation array twisted, and a huge vortex slowly emerged.
In the center of the vortex, there is a dazzling light, like a door to another world.
"The Duobao Pavilion is open!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and suddenly everyone became excited, staring at the vortex.
At the same time, the teleportation array beneath everyone's feet suddenly burst into bright light, enveloping everyone...
A white light flashed, and Meng Wan felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she was in an unfamiliar place.
Towering ancient trees block out the sun, bizarre vines entwine and vines grow intricately, and the air is filled with rich spiritual energy, mixed with a faint scent of plants.
The first floor of Duobao Pavilion is too big.
Rather than calling it a "pavilion", it would be better to say that it is a secret place where treasures are hidden.
Meng Wan looked around and found that there was no one else here except her.
Obviously, the teleportation array dispersed the monks entering Duobao Pavilion.
Before setting off, Xue Wuya had informed the two of this situation, so Meng Wan had already anticipated it.
In Duobao Pavilion, the identity token cannot be used for communication, so Xue Wuya gave her and Qingling each a sub-spiritual weapon, which can resonate with the mother-spiritual weapon in his hand so that they can quickly meet in the secret realm.
The sub-spiritual weapons in Meng Wan and Qing Ling's hands can also sense each other's positions.
Meng Wan thought about it and took out a palm-sized pocket sword from the storage ring - it was the sub-spiritual weapon given by Xue Wuya.
The small sword felt warm to the touch and emitted a faint smell of blood.
Meng Wan injected a trace of spiritual power into it, and the pocket sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint red light, first pointing in one direction, and then deviating to another direction.
The first direction the small sword points to is the location of the mother sword.
The second direction is another sub-sword.
By measuring the strength of the connection with the mother sword, Meng Wan quickly realized that Xue Wuya was very far away from her, almost at the other end of this secret realm.
Qingling, on the other hand, was not too far away from him. With her speed, she could reach and meet up with the other party in less than an hour.
Meng Wan curled up the corner of her mouth into a smile, put away the sword, and rushed towards Qing Ling.
Almost at the same time Meng Wan moved, Qing Ling on the other side also noticed Meng Wan's movement.
The sword in her hand was emitting a faint red light and pointing in the direction of Meng Wan.
Qingling frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
Although she was very unhappy with Meng Wan, they were in the same camp after all. In this high-pressure environment where there were saints everywhere and quasi-saints crawling everywhere, it was safer to act together.
Otherwise, if she falls into the hands of other saints, no matter how high her cultivation level is, she will only be hunted down.
Thinking of this, Qing Ling snorted coldly, put away the sword in her hand, and flew towards Meng Wan.
The dense treetops blocked the sunlight, and the forest was dim.
Qingling tapped her toes lightly and flew like a swallow between the tree trunks.
However, not long after walking, she suddenly stopped and looked around vigilantly.
"who?!"
Qingling shouted sternly.
The shadows of the trees swayed, and a cold voice echoed from the darkness, "Hehehehe... You're quite alert. You actually discovered me so quickly..."
Qingling's heart was filled with alarm and she glanced coldly in the direction where the sound came from.
Almost at the same time, a ghostly figure flashed out from behind the tree, and stared at her with cold eyes like a poisonous snake.
The man was dressed in a black robe, his face was as pale as paper, but his lips were bright scarlet. He was the quasi-holy son of the Ghost Path - Mo Xiao.
There was already an old grudge between the two, and when they met in Duobao Pavilion, they were naturally jealous of each other.
"Qingling, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you so soon!"
Mo Xiao smiled sinisterly, revealing his sharp white teeth.
Qing Ling snorted coldly, and a blood-red whip appeared in her hand. "Mo Xiao, stop talking nonsense! Let's fight!"
The two men immediately engaged in a fight.
Mo Xiao's ghost skills are strange and mysterious, and his figure is erratic and hard to grasp.
Qing Ling's whip techniques were sharp, with tricky angles, and each move was aimed at the vital points.
For a moment, there were the sounds of whips and ghostly shadows. Two figures were entangled with each other, and then quickly separated.
The two men had similar cultivation levels, and for a moment they were evenly matched.
But as time went on, Qingling gradually lost the upper hand.
Mo Xiao's ghostly skills come and go without a trace, and he is best at attrition warfare. Although Qing Ling's blood whip is sharp, its attacks are wide-ranging and consume a lot of energy.
Seeing that her spiritual power was gradually failing, Qing Ling made up her mind, bit her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which gathered in the air to form a strange rune.
"Release! The first seal!"
With a low shout, Qing Ling's aura suddenly surged, and her cultivation level instantly rose from the sixth level of foundation building to the seventh level!
Mo Xiao was shocked, obviously not expecting Qing Ling to have hidden her strength.
But he didn't panic, and sneered: "Even if you are at the seventh level of foundation building, so what? I will still kill you!"
After saying this, his men's attacks became more fierce.
Qingling retreated, bit her tongue again, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Release! The second seal!"
Qing Ling shouted softly, and her cultivation level skyrocketed again, reaching the eighth level of foundation building!
Mo Xiao finally began to feel the pressure, and his figure looked a little embarrassed.
He cursed in his heart, Qing Ling actually hid so deeply!
A cold light flashed in Qingling's eyes. Mo Xiao's movements were ghostly and his cultivation level was only at the eighth level of foundation building. It was still a little unsafe to kill him completely.
Now that the seal has been broken, I don’t care about the last layer anymore!
"Release! The third seal!"
A powerful pressure erupted from Qingling. Her cultivation had reached the ninth level of foundation building!
Mo Xiao's expression changed drastically, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.
He never thought that Qing Ling had cultivated to the ninth level of foundation building without realizing it!
With this level of cultivation, he can only be crushed.
Under Qingling's violent attack, Moxiao was defeated step by step, with many injuries on his body and blood dripping.
His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but he was powerless to resist Qing Ling who had unlocked the three layers of seals and unleashed her true strength.
“Go to hell!”
Qingling's cold voice was like a judgment from hell.
She raised the blood whip in her hand high, pointing it directly at the black golem's throat, and was about to behead it with one whip.
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