Lin Zhao looked at herself in the picture and replied frankly: "I came here to seek the Tao, and I will leave with the Tao. The Tao I practiced requires that the world save me and I save the world. If someone offends me, I will be very careful. According to your words, if all Buddhist disciples sacrifice themselves to help the enemy, all the demons in the world will be the gods of Buddhism."

The voice in the sea of ​​consciousness did not expect Lin Zhao to answer like this, and froze for a moment.

"Then see if your way can fulfill the path you are on."

After the voice disappeared, Lin Zhao fell into complete darkness. In the darkness, she heard countless insults and ridicules directed at her, as well as many familiar cries.

These voices, some crying and some laughing, surrounded her and transformed into pale faces, crowding around her feet.

Lin Zhao clasped her hands together and pointed her fingers into the air, and a white light suddenly appeared.

The white light automatically drew into runes to illuminate everything around. Lin Zhao looked at the faint golden light in his sea of ​​consciousness and let out a breath.

Sure enough, that voice was testing whether he wanted to take both Taoism and reputation into consideration.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhao, who had died once, didn't care so much about her so-called reputation.

She carefully guided the golden light into her body.

The moment the golden light touched him, Lin Zhao opened his eyes.

Her consciousness returned to her body and left her sea of ​​consciousness.

The surface of her skin began to tremble slightly, as if something was moving within her flesh and bones.

This process was certainly not pleasant for Lin Zhao. It was equivalent to having her flesh and bones reshaped by another kind of energy.

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and circulated his spiritual energy according to the method of practicing the Immortal Golden Body Technique, allowing the energy brought by the golden light to flow throughout his body.

After the process was completed, Lin Zhao was almost exhausted, and fell into the Lingque Pond holding the Qingluan Egg.

This kind of practice lasted for about seven or eight days.

While Lin Zhao was painfully practicing various spiritual skills and trying to improve his cultivation, the freshman competition was also in full swing in the outer and middle areas of the jungle.

Under the blazing sun, in an open space outside the jungle that could accommodate a hundred people, a fiery red whip with boiling heat hit the fair and tender cheek of a girl, about eight or nine years old, who fell to the ground helplessly.

The girl's cheeks were instantly torn apart, but she didn't dare cry out loud, for fear of holding back her companions. She could only hug her arms and back away a little bit.

The group of people who had been running far away with the girl noticed that she had fallen, and quickly turned back. One of them waved his sword to block the next whip.

"Chen Weiwei, don't go too far! Princess Nian Nian is the most beloved youngest daughter of Emperor Yonghui! Do you want to stir up disputes between the two empires by daring to touch her?" The young man who blocked the whip said with veins throbbing on his forehead, gritting his teeth.

The girl who was so cruel that she beat the girl's face until it was bloody was Chen Weiwei. Her face has recovered now, but she is still furious when she thinks of the loss she suffered at the hands of Lin Zhao.

So during the past half month, while she was snatching the jade tokens from other weaker disciples, she was also ruthlessly destroying the looks of the female disciples in those teams.

Only when she saw those faces prettier than hers becoming uglier by the second did she feel better.

These days she has been eyeing the Yonghui Empire's team, especially Princess Yao Nian of the Yonghui Empire, who had already reached the great perfection of foundation building at the age of nine and was also very cute.

Looking at this girl who was more talented and beautiful than herself, Chen Weiwei's eyes turned red with jealousy.

Originally, Yonghui Empire had wisely chosen the team of Zhao Jixing, the No. 1 Rookie King. However, Chen Weiwei instigated Jia Lan to negotiate with Zhao Jixing. Zhao Jixing gave face to Jia Lan, who was also a Rookie King, and expelled the people from Yonghui Empire from his team.

Without the protection of Zhao Jixing's team, the disciples of Yonghui Empire were completely unable to fight back against the strong men of Jialan's team.

If it weren’t for the fact that the young man Lu Yuan who was holding Yao Nian was at the third level of enlightenment, they would have all been eliminated long ago.

"Oh, so what if you're overdoing it? So what if you're provoking disputes? What can you, the weakest of the four empires, do? Trash is trash, go back to where trash belongs, and don't dream of things that don't belong to you!"

Chen Weiwei raised her snow-white chin, curled up her red lips, and her small eyes were filled with malice towards the Yonghui people in front of her who were like dogs that had lost their homes.

"Give them a good beating!"

Seeing the serious malicious intent of the people who were surrounding them from all directions, Lu Yuan understood that the other party not only wanted to snatch the jade card points, but also wanted to humiliate them and even kill people for the points.

There were not many people in the Yonghui Empire to begin with, and now the only ones eliminated were him, Yao Nian, and three other cultivators in the first level of the enlightenment period.

Lu Yuan knew that he could no longer struggle, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I will self-destruct in a moment, and I will leave the little princess in your care. She is the hope of our empire's future, and nothing must happen to the little princess."

Yao Nian, who was nine years old and had reached the great perfection of foundation building, was second only to Lin Zhao and Ji Wantang in the past hundred years in Tianhuang Continent.

The increasingly weakening Yonghui Empire placed almost all its resources on Yao Nian, hoping that she would be successfully enrolled.

The other three people who opened the first level looked at each other and said, "Brother Yuan, let's blow ourselves up, and you take the little princess away!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Weiwei covered her mouth and giggled, "Oh, what a deep love between master and servant. I tell you, none of you can escape today! You all have to die here!"

At this moment, she no longer concealed her true thoughts: "You should be the last of Yonghui's young generation, right? If you die, Yonghui will be swallowed up by my Holy Light sooner or later."

Among the monks who surrounded him, the leader of the five-level Kaiguang monks shook his head with pity at the little girl who didn't cry or make a fuss in Lu Yuan's arms, "I'm sorry, little princess. But this is how the world is, the strong prey on the weak. I was also doing what others did. If you go to hell, don't blame us."

Yao Nian held Lu Yuan's hand and comforted him, "Brother Yuan, don't be afraid. If we are killed, Sister Zhao Zhao will definitely help us get revenge."

When Lu Yuan heard the name, a hint of admiration flashed across his eyes, but he quickly hid it, "The princess loves the little princess the most, she will definitely do that."

Chen Weiwei laughed loudly when she heard this: "Lin Zhao only defeated a fifth-level enlightened Reiwa, and you really think she is your savior? If she dares to show up in front of the real elite of my Holy Light Empire, she will end up like you. Now, kill them!"

The monk who had reached the fifth level of enlightenment slashed at Yao Nian with a knife. Lu Yuan held Yao Nian tightly in his arms and was about to mobilize his spiritual energy to self-destruct.

When the long sword collided with his spiritual energy that was about to self-destruct, a green spiritual power swept over and blasted both of them several meters away. Around them, the cultivators belonging to Chen Weiwei's side were also affected, and all of them were knocked unconscious by the green spiritual energy and fell to the ground unable to get up.

Just a stream of spiritual energy was enough to knock down more than a dozen cultivators below the fifth level? !

Chen Weiwei's face suddenly changed when she saw this scene. For the first time, her sharp voice trembled a little, "Who are you? This is the newcomer Wang Jialan's team handling things. Please give me some face."

She looked around but didn't see anyone. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was scared away by Jia Lan's name, she heard the sound of a girl being drenched in cold air above her head.

"Are you tired of living by touching my sister?"

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