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

At this time, in the divine realm, in the territory of Dongli.

Ye Dong, who was reporting the news, raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the solemn expression on Ye Canglan's face, which was as heavy as a dark cloud.

My heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and I quickly asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you..." Is it possible that you are feeling unwell?

Before he could finish his words, Ye Canglan turned around and strode outside.

Ye Dong hurriedly chased after him: "Your Majesty, where are you going? You have just recovered, so you must not let anything go wrong again."

Ye Canglan's brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were being kneaded by an invisible hand.

When did he become so fragile?

Then he glanced coldly at Ye Dong who was blocking his way and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way!"

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, he could clearly feel that Huo Ling'er's body was suffering tremendous pain at the moment.

Ever since he separated a wisp of his soul and injected it into the jade bracelet, the two of them have been closely connected by the thread of fate.

Therefore, he could empathize with Huo Ling'er's pain anytime and anywhere.

"Your Majesty, you are not fully recovered yet."

Ye Dong felt aggrieved like a child, tugging at Ye Canglan's sleeve, his voice a little tearful: "If you get hurt again, Miss Ling will definitely be worried about you."

He was well aware of His Majesty's feelings for Miss Ling, but His Majesty's body had not yet fully recovered. If he went out rashly at this time, he would most likely be injured again.

Ye Canglan stopped. He knew that Ye Dong was doing this for his own good, but he had to go.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Nothing will happen to me. Just stay home and relax."

After saying that, he shook off Ye Dong's hand and continued walking towards the door.

Ye Dong looked at Ye Canglan's departing back, his eyes full of worry and helplessness.

He didn't know whether His Excellency would be able to return safely this time, but he knew that His Excellency must be going to protect Miss Ling's safety.

"Your Excellency, are you really going to look for Miss Ling? Isn't Miss Ling participating in some sect competition? Maybe she is receiving some inheritance, and Your Excellency won't be able to see her even if you go..."

Thinking of the temple that Ye Dong mentioned, and the secret realm of Piaomiao Mountain that he had opened in advance.

Ye Canglan's expression became even darker, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a cold smile as cold as winter: "If I had known this would happen, I should have ruthlessly overturned the Piaomiao Mountain Secret Realm."

After saying this, the man no longer cared about anything else and raised his hand to push Ye Dong aside.

Ye Canglan gathered powerful divine power in his hands, raised his hand and drew a line in the air. A space crack appeared in the air, like a ferocious beast with its fangs bared, attracting him in.

Ye Canglan was not afraid at all. He stepped into the space crack without hesitation.

Seeing this, Ye Dong became anxious and didn't care about anything else.

He leaped forward, following Ye Canglan's footsteps like a meteor, and entered the space crack.

……

The golden beams of light were like warm sunlight, gently falling on the girl's body.

It actually made her look even more sacred and noble than the statue of the blessed god.

Huo Ling'er sat cross-legged quietly on the ground, like a quiet fairy, immersed in this mysterious and wonderful atmosphere.

She concentrated on feeling the pure spiritual energy, which washed over her limbs and bones wave after wave, as if to remove all the impurities and fatigue in her body.

At the same time, an indescribable pain came from deep within her body.

It felt like someone was cutting off my bones and flesh, it was unbearable.

This pain far exceeded the pain she had experienced in building her foundation.

It was even a hundred times more severe than any thunder tribulation she had ever endured.

But now, facing such pain, she has been able to remain calm.

Because compared with the past she recalled, these pains had long become a thing of the past and were insignificant.

At this moment, Huo Ling'er's body was like a huge sponge, greedily swallowing the golden beams around her. These golden beams continuously poured into her body like inexhaustible sea water.

Even though the absorption process was extremely difficult, she was still like a painless and tireless machine, madly absorbing the golden beams around her body.

As time passed, the girl sitting on the cushion had blood-red flowers blooming on her originally snow-white dress, as gorgeous and sad as red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Looking at the spiritual girl who was still absorbing, the eighty-one gods couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

It's not like they haven't seen people fighting for their lives before, but this is the first time they've seen someone as desperate as Miss Ling.

……

There are no double gates in the Northern Territory.

The once magnificent main gate was now blown apart, and the plaque on the door fell to the ground and shattered.

The ground was filled with blood and water that exuded a strong and fishy smell, which was pungent and unpleasant to the nose...

The ground was littered with broken limbs and debris. The bodies of Wushuang Sect's disciples had piled up like a mountain, and blood was flowing like a river. The scene was truly horrific.

Even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

"Master Wushuang, are you still unwilling to join the ranks of our old master of the Jingyang Sect?"

Qin Zhiming's confidant grinned grimly and pressed down hard with the hand holding the spiritual weapon. The leader of the Wushuang Sect sank a little further under his pressure.

The Wushuang Sect Master's face was covered in blood. He spat at him fiercely upon hearing this: "Impossible! Qin Zhiming colluded with the evil demons and fought with the Evil God Sect."

"They want to drag us into the water with Wushuangmen. There's no door, let alone windows."

In fact, they had already received news from the Qingyun Sect's Master Bai, telling them that the sects in the Northern Territory had surrendered to the Evil God Sect.

Sect Leader Bai also asked them to secretly be wary of the sects and forces he mentioned.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so soon, and in such a cruel way.

The leader of the Wushuang Sect was filled with regret and self-blame. If it hadn't been for his momentary carelessness, perhaps such a thing wouldn't have happened. They were clearly on guard against them.

But it was too late to regret now. He could only use his last bit of strength to resist their attack, hoping to delay a little more time and longing for someone to come and rescue them.

He really didn't expect that they would dare to send people to encircle and suppress his Wushuang Sect in broad daylight. This caught them off guard.

On the other side, the brother and sister Shangguan Qian and Shangguan Lang, who were struggling to hold on, were also covered in wounds. Looking at the river of blood inside the Wushuang Sect, their hearts were filled with grief and anger.

Shangguan Qian gripped the sword tightly in his hand and stared at the enemy in front of him with a firm gaze.

She took a deep breath, then suddenly rushed forward, her sword skills sharp and fierce.

Shangguan Lang followed closely behind, swinging his sword with all his strength, and the sword wind whistled past.

The brother and sister's attacks were coordinated so well that the enemy was thrown into chaos for a moment.

As time passed, the physical strength of Shangguan Qian and Shangguan Lang gradually ran out.

"Our old leader just wanted to interfere with Wushuang Sect because they have a good foundation. How could you frame our leader? You deserve to die."

Qin Zhiming's confidant had cold eyes and a murderous tone in his voice. The spiritual weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, and he slashed it in the air, preparing to chop off the head of the Wushuang Sect leader.

However, at this moment, an invisible force suddenly hit his wrist.

The force was so fierce that it caused his arm to shake violently, and the spiritual weapon in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Then, a foot kicked him hard in the chest, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"Lingyingsha, listen to my order. All those who have surrendered to the Jingyang Sect will be killed without mercy!"

The voice was cold and majestic, as if it came from a messenger from hell.

In an instant, countless figures dressed in black tights emerged like ghosts and quickly merged into the battlefield.

Their movements were extremely swift, and every move carried a deadly threat.

Their appearance gave the Wushuang Sect disciples, who had been suppressed to the point of suffocation, a chance to breathe.

Faced with this group of mysterious and powerful enemies, the people of Jingyang Sect seemed vulnerable.

Their attacks were unable to cause any substantial damage to Lingyingsha. Instead, their defenses were easily broken through by the opponent. The members of Lingyingsha were like the god of death, and killing them was as easy as slaughtering pigs and dogs that had no power to fight back.

The entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and killing, and the originally chaotic battle situation suddenly became clear.