Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

A trace of anger flashed across Huo Ling'er's eyes, and her voice was firm and unyielding: "What can a mere son of heaven do to me!"

As she finished her words, an even more powerful force emerged from nowhere, like a surging tide, causing her aura to rise steadily.

In the blink of an eye, the pure power left by the Son of Heaven was completely devoured.

At the same time, the last thunderbolt finally struck the woman in white, and then dissipated. The afterglow of the setting sun in the sky sprinkled down, pouring golden light on the woman in white, as if she was wearing an indestructible armor, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

"Ling'er, you scared me to death. What happened to you?" Lingjie said anxiously.

Several people who had consolidated their cultivation also gathered around, chattering and asking questions.

Huo Linger looked at the concerned eyes of the crowd and felt warm in her heart. She knew that these were all friends who truly cared about her.

Thinking that no one except Lingjie knew what happened in Yunxiao Fairy Palace, Huo Linger briefly told everyone what happened.

Tang Qi and others were relieved to see that Huo Ling'er was not seriously injured.

Just as they were about to move on, they suddenly received a message from the sect leader.

"There is still a month left before the competition. You guys don't have to rush back. Just go directly to the Peak of Bliss."

Bai Jingyu's voice rang out in the communication jade, and then Tang Qi's communication jade also shattered.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Don't we have to go back to the sect?" Ye Chun scratched his head in confusion.

"I think something happened in the Western Regions? Did they put pressure on the major sects?"

Ling Jie said calmly: "It should be that Piaomiao Mountain is very tempting to them, so the major sects shortened the time of your competition compared to the past? This is just my guess..."

Huo Ling'er didn't ask any more questions after hearing this. After all, she would know all these things later.

She was already in the middle stage of the Divine Emperor Realm. After absorbing the power of the Son of Heaven, she only advanced to this level! Her tendons and dantian had been widened and enlarged. She would need more spiritual power to advance in the future. It would be difficult to catch up one by one.

"Let's go, let's go over there first!"

……

In the divine realm Dongli.

At this moment, in the complex and ancient formation, Ye Canglan was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

There were whirlpools of energy surrounding him, which kept pouring into his body...

Ye Dong on the side kept spinning in place, sighing non-stop.

"Oh, what should we do? Your Majesty has already suffered a backlash in that sinful abyss, and he has not yet fully recovered. Now he has suffered a backlash again!"

"Oh! This time it seems to be more serious than last time. What should I do? What should I do?"

Ye Dong frowned tightly, his mouth was never idle, and he kept muttering, "The things on the Lincang Continent are not our business to interfere in, but Your Excellency has made exceptions again and again. This time he even dared to tear open the secret realm and send a message directly in! How could Your Excellency do this? Is he going to die?"

"I know that the Secret Realm of God is so powerful, and it is different from before..."

"Alas! What shall I do?"

"Yedong, stop nagging. What's the point of you being anxious? This kind of thing can only be solved by the Lord himself."

Ye Xiao gently shook the folding fan in his hand as he sat leisurely beside him. What he said seemed to be very relaxed, but his slightly trembling hands exposed his inner worries at this moment.

Ye Dong sighed helplessly, and said with some emotion: "Your Excellency has paid so much for Miss Ling, but I don't know when they can really be together. It's really worrying! Hey~ Why is it so difficult? Your Excellency and them..."

Ye Xiao also sighed, his tone full of regret and worry: "Yeah, it's really hard to explain what happened between them at once. After so many years, it's really too torturous to keep going around in circles like this..."

Ye Xiao chuckled, then shifted his gaze to the man in the formation, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

……

In a quiet courtyard, a white-haired, haggard old man was sitting quietly on a stone bench, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost his life.

The old man was none other than Qin Zhiming, the old leader of the Jingyang Sect. Ever since his grandson Qin Zheng disappeared, his hair turned white overnight, as if he had aged by ten years in an instant.

At this time, a confidant hurried over and respectfully reported to Qin Zhiming: "Master, I have already found out that the last person the young master came into contact with before entering the secret realm was Ling Ye, the continent's number one alchemist."

Upon hearing the news, Qin Zhiming suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with hope, and asked with a trembling voice, "Do you have any news about Zheng'er?"

The confidant shook his head slowly and said solemnly, "I have asked the staff of the inn. It seems that the young master had a conflict with them on the day he went to look for Ling Ye."

"Afterwards, I wondered if..."

"What did you say? Is it true?"

Qin Zhiming's eyes were red, and his face was ferocious. He swept all the teacups on the table to the ground and shouted angrily: "It must be her, it must be that Ling Ye who killed my Zheng'er!"

He was shaking all over, his eyes filled with endless anger and hatred, he clenched his fists and roared: "Where is she now? Have you found out? I want her to pay for my son's death!"

Qin Zhiming's voice was deafening, and the whole yard was filled with his anger.

Seeing Qin Zhiming so excited, his confidant hurried forward to stop him: "Sect Master, calm down first. We haven't found Ling Ye's whereabouts yet, but according to the current situation, she may have died in the secret realm."

When Qin Zhiming heard the news, his body shook violently, and his legs fell to the ground weakly. He held his head with both hands, and muttered to himself in pain: "My poor Zheng'er, it was Grandpa who failed to protect you..."

Seeing Qin Zhiming so sad, the confidant felt secretly proud in his heart, but on the surface he still showed concern.

"Master, I heard that the Evil God Sect has a forbidden technique that can bring back the dead and even summon back the dead."

After hearing this, Qin Zhiming raised his head and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

He tightly grasped his confidant's hand and asked anxiously, "Really? Then what do you say we should do?"

The confidant smiled slightly and suggested: "Master, since you have already cooperated with the Evil God Sect, why don't you go find them now and ask that great lord for help? Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope to save the young master."

Qin Zhiming sat on the ground, his eyes changing. He was also hesitant in his heart. On the one hand, he wanted to save his grandson, but on the other hand, he was worried that it would cause more trouble.

He knew in his heart that the invincible art of life and death was in his own hands.

This was something that even the Great Master had coveted for a long time. The Great Master had tried to get it from him many times, but was always firmly rejected by him.

However, the situation is critical now. If he wants the Great Master to save his son, he may have to give up this precious art of life and death.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhiming's eyes became unusually firm, he also knew that he had to make a decision, otherwise he would completely lose his grandson Zhenger.

So, he resolutely stood up, led his trusted aides, and hurriedly rushed towards the Evil God Sect...