The little sister is omnipotent, leading the sect to fly

Yan Ju remained unmoved and asked calmly, "What's on it?"

Tian Luo Leng Shao spoke in an anxious tone, constantly urging Yan Ju to go up: "There is the treasure I told you about up there. Do you see that beam of light? That is the light from the Soul-Slaying Immortal Sword. As long as you go over there, it will be yours."

Yan Ju was very cautious, "Is this a trick?"

Tianluo Lengshao tried to make his tone sound more credible, "How could that be? Look at my sincere eyes."

Yan Ju replied casually, "Really? Open your eyes wider, I can't see."

Yan Ju couldn't see his eyes, and she didn't believe what he said at all.

But there is a saying that goes well.

Now that we are here, we should go up and take a look, right?

She hesitated for a moment, then retracted her murderous aura and told the others, "Be careful."

Then he stepped onto the altar first.

As soon as one entered the barrier of the altar, the murderous aura was instantly blocked outside, and no trace of the cold and murderous aura could be felt anymore.

A colorful spiritual sword was hung in the center of the altar, rotating and emitting light in all directions.

There was a bottomless hole below the spirit sword, and it was pitch black.

Yan Ju stood at the edge of the cave and looked down.

What’s strange is that although the light emitted by the long sword above is so dazzling, it still can’t illuminate the situation inside the cave. It seems that all the light has been absorbed by the black hole, and even the wind can’t blow in.

Tianluo Leng Shao continued to tempt her, "Hurry up and pick up the sword. Drop your blood on it, and the Soul-Slaying Immortal Sword ranked third on the Immortal Weapon List will be yours."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The more urgently Tianluo Lengshao urged her, the more Yan Ju felt that something was wrong.

She stared at the black hole for a moment and suddenly asked, "So where are you? Down here?"

"The one suppressing this is you, right?"

"If I take this magic sword away, you can come out?"

When she guessed his true purpose, Tianluo Lengshao broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as he was about to continue his defense, a voice suddenly came from the other side of the altar.

"Junior Sister Yan?"

Hearing this familiar name, Yan Ju shuddered reflexively.

Luo Qianxue came up from the other side of the altar with several Qu family monks.

It looked like they had not been doing well along the way. Their clothes were torn and some were covered in blood. It seemed that there were a few fewer people in the team than at the beginning.

Yan Ju raised her hand and said hello with a fake smile, "Hey, you are here too."

Luo Qianxue's eyes darkened when she saw Yan Ju had arrived at the altar before her.

She actually got there first. Could she have already taken the treasure?

Luo Qianxue took a few quick steps and walked to the center of the altar.

When he saw the spinning fairy sword, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

She glanced at the monks behind her who were struggling to climb up to the altar, revealing a barely perceptible contempt.

I almost ruined something important because of these idiots.

As soon as she led this group of people down to the third floor, she was attacked by a manic murderous aura.

When these idiots were attacked, they immediately fled in all directions and could not be stopped.

It was not until a few idiots were torn into pieces by the murderous aura surging in the formation that, after seeing this bloody scene, these people remembered to listen to Luo Qianxue's command.

If these people weren't quite strong, most of them were in the late Jindan stage, Luo Qianxue would have left these idiots alone.

As soon as she entered the third level, she heard a voice calling her from the center of the formation.

Tell her she is the chosen one.

As long as one can reach the center of the formation, not only can one gain super strength, but also the legendary immortal weapon, the Soul-Slaying Sword.

Her heart was burning with anger at that moment.

However, her newly established spiritual power was obviously not enough to survive in this dangerous formation, let alone walk to the center of the formation under the invasion of murderous aura.

She still has to rely on the help of these Jindan stage people.

So she could only suppress her unhappiness and took out the Tianluo Bowl, a high-level defensive spiritual weapon given to her by her master.

The Tianluo Bowl turned into a golden semicircular cover that enveloped everyone in the middle and isolated the sharp murderous aura outside.

With the help of a group of people taking turns to input spiritual power into the Tianluo Bowl, they finally walked to the center of the formation with difficulty.

As soon as I stepped onto the altar, I found that there was already someone on the altar.

As luck would have it, it’s Yan Ju and the others.

Luo Qianxue couldn't understand why they were so fast.

They clearly came down later, but ended up climbing up the altar before her.

Could it be that Yan Ju has some other magic weapon?

She looked at Yan Ju calmly, her eyes flickering.

At this time, the group of idiots behind her finally climbed up.

As soon as he rushed onto the altar, his eyes were immediately attracted by the Soul-Slaying Sword in the center of the altar.

"This... is this the Soul-Slaying Immortal Sword?"

"The Immortal Soul-Slaying Sword is actually here. That mysterious man really didn't lie to me."

"I'm going to be number one in the world, hahahahahahahaha, let's see who dares to offend me in the future!"

The monks of the Qu family rushed towards the Soul-Slaying Sword like crazy, and stretched out their hands towards the sword one by one.

Everyone wants to take the Soul-Slaying Sword for themselves!

However, there is only one immortal sword.

So war was imminent.

Several people who could be called companions along the way immediately turned against each other and swung their swords at each other.

Just as one man stretched out his hand towards the magic sword, the person next to him kicked him in the waist and sent him flying several meters away.

The other man's hand had just touched the hilt of the sword, and he was about to use force to take the magic sword down, when a sharp sword energy flew from the side, and under the bright sword light, his palm was broken off at the root.

The powerless half of the palm fell from the magic sword and was sucked into the black hole below.

The monk with a broken hand lay on the ground wailing, holding his arm. The blood gushing from his arm flowed on the ground and was completely absorbed by the black hole.

After absorbing the blood, the color inside the black hole became darker and darker.

However, no one except Yan Ju noticed the abnormality of the black hole.

They were afraid that if they were a step slower, the Soul-Slaying Sword would be snatched away by others.

The bloody scene of the adults openly fighting each other shocked all the children at the table with Yan Ju.

Even Qu Yaoling had started to vomit while leaning against the wall.

Xue Zifang and Song Fanxing also turned pale and covered their eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Yan Ju naturally had no reaction. She was not a child, so her psychological endurance was naturally different from theirs.

To her surprise, Qu Yaofeng actually looked okay.

Apart from his lips being pursed barely perceptibly, there was no other expression.

She asked curiously, "Don't you medical practitioners hate seeing people die?"

Qu Yaofeng glanced at her calmly and said, "You're wrong. We are doctors and have seen many deaths."

Compared to ordinary people, medical practitioners are the ones who come into contact with the most life and death situations.

As a medical practitioner, one naturally needs to have this kind of psychological endurance.

If you can't even bear to see or accept this little bit of death, then how can you talk about curing diseases and saving lives?