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

The southernmost land of the Southern Territory.

The palace of the Evil God Sect is majestic, with a unique architectural style, full of mystery and majesty.

From time to time, bursts of miserable screams were heard from the palace, which made people shudder.

At this time, the huge formation was emitting a strange light. An old man covered in blood was struggling in pain. The surrounding area was filled with thick black air and gloomy...

The old man's face showed an extremely painful expression, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that if he couldn't make it through this level, he would lose this opportunity.

Finally, with the last burst of painful convulsions, the old man fainted from the headache.

Seeing Old Man Qin fainting on the ground, the Great Evil Lord sneered, stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and the formation stopped working.

"Tushan, you did a great job." The voice of the Great Evil Lord was cold and ruthless.

Following these words, a figure walked out from the darkness. This person was Tushan, Qin Zhiming's confidant who had always been by his side.

"Your Excellency, you are too polite. It is an honor for me, Tushan, to work for the Evil God Sect."

The Great Evil Lord nodded, very satisfied with Tushan's performance. He waved his hand, and a black light shot towards Tushan. Tushan hurriedly reached out to take it and found that it was a magic weapon.

"This is a treasure I bestow upon you. I hope you can make good use of it in the future."

"Thank you for your gift, Your Excellency!"

The Great Evil Lord smiled slightly, and then he arranged Tushan in the best courtyard of the Evil God Sect as his resting place in the future.

After a long while, the two men finished their conversation. The Great Evil Lord once again gave Tushan many benefits.

"Someone, carry Sect Master Qin away."

Following the order, the Second Evil Lord immediately waved outside, and several evil cultivators came over, entered the room and took Old Man Qin away.

The Second Evil Lord's gaze turned slightly and fell on the figure that had condensed into a human form.

There was a flash of deep disgust and disdain in his eyes.

"Great Master, this half-human, half-ghost fellow, should we..."

The Second Evil Lord tried to speak cautiously, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped hard by the First Evil Lord.

"Fool, I have expended so much energy to revive the Young Master of the Yangyang Sect, how can I give up so easily?"

The Great Evil Lord's tone was cold, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards the Second Evil Lord.

The energy consumed by that forbidden technique was extremely huge, and he had finally managed to condense it successfully. Even though he looked a little ugly and his internal organs were a little incomplete, at least he was still alive.

"What's more, this body contains half of the old master's life. How can you treat it so lightly?"

The Great Evil Lord was struck by beatings and scoldings, and the Second Evil Lord knelt down and begged for mercy skillfully, with a humble and pious attitude.

When the Great Evil Lord saw this, his anger subsided a little.

Thinking of the art of resurrection of the dead that he had just obtained from Old Man Qin, the pair of black pupils under the black air flashed with a determination to obtain it.

As for the old leader Qin of the Yangyang Sect in the Northern Territory, he certainly still has his uses.

"Send someone to investigate what those damn aliens are doing recently?"

The Great Evil Lord frowned, his heart full of annoyance and helplessness. When he thought of those difficult-to-deal-with people from other races and sects, he felt a headache, and a feeling of depression instantly surged in his heart, making him unable to let go.

Originally, these people from different races and sects should have been captured by his Evil God Sect long ago, but Ling Ye intervened.

Now that the result has become like this, it seems as if all his efforts have come to nothing and everything has become meaningless.

……

After three days, Huo Ling'er still hadn't returned, and Lingjie and the others began to become anxious.

Fortunately, there is a contractual relationship between Mo Zhu and Huo Ling'er. Through this connection, Mo Zhu can sense that Huo Ling'er is fine.

After hearing the news, everyone finally felt relieved.

As the day of the competition among the major sects drew closer, they decided to go to the Peak of Paradise and wait, as Huo Ling'er would definitely come back.

After leaving the prosperous city, they soon arrived at the center of the continent.

All you can see here is flying yellow sand, and the former green has long disappeared.

Along the way, they crossed countless sand dunes and valleys, and every step was accompanied by windy, sandy and flying stones.

A red sun hangs in the distant sky, emitting dazzling light, making the entire desert seem even hotter and duller.

After walking for an unknown number of days, the group finally reached the summit of paradise.

Standing on the edge of the Peak of Bliss, they looked up at the towering and huge city.

The city stands on the tall and straight sand peak, like a mysterious and solemn castle. The city is surrounded by a light pink atmosphere, giving people a warm and romantic feeling, which is obviously out of tune with the surrounding barren desert.

“Is this the peak of bliss?”

Ye Chun opened his eyes wide, his face full of amazement. The scene before him was so beautiful that he could not describe it in words.

Completely different from what he had imagined, this city was full of life and vigor.

Tang Qi quickly took out the map from the spirit ring and looked at it carefully: "Yes, it's here!"

As they were about to enter the city, they suddenly heard a shrill laugh behind them.

Everyone looked back and saw a group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes walking towards them.

The leading man looked disdainful and said sarcastically, "Oh, who did I think it was? Isn't this our Young Master Ye?"

As they were talking, a group of Linfeng Sect disciples dressed in white robes appeared behind them.

The disciples were all wearing the same uniform and looked very impressive. The leader was a handsome man wearing colorful clothes and a hairpin.

His appearance attracted everyone's attention, especially Ye Chun who recognized him at a glance.

As soon as Ye Chun saw the man, anger immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Hey, Tao Haoran! You little jerk, are you coming up here to get beaten?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush forward to beat up the guy named Tao, but was stopped by Chu Yueyao who was standing beside him.

Chu Yueyao held Ye Chun's arm tightly, fearing that he would act impulsively.

"Don't be impulsive. This is not the place to take action. Let's see the situation first."

Although Ye Chun was still filled with anger, he listened to Chu Yueyao's words and temporarily suppressed his emotions.