We agreed to save the world together, and you said you are the creator god?

Feiying recognized at a glance that those lying down here were formation masters.

Some formation masters who were considered to be lightly injured, after seeing the large army coming in, crawled towards them, knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy, saying that they were wrong, that they should not have come in selfishly, and begged for help.

No one dared to say anything and turned their eyes to Feiying.

She had no intention of holding them accountable, she just asked lightly.

"Speak slowly, what happened here?"

"There are so many people! There are so many people whose cultivation levels cannot be seen clearly in the room!"

"Attack us when you see us!"

"We are no match at all!"

Although they were wailing and talking in confusion, Feiying still managed to hear some useful information from them.

Is there anyone in the house?

How can it be?

This magical weapon has fallen for so many years. Even if there was someone inside, they should have left long ago. How could they have been trapped here forever?

With doubts in her mind, Feiying walked deeper into the room.

Others were curious and followed.

"There really is someone here!"

Feiying looked at the people in the room who were ignoring them and doing their own things, and she understood instantly.

"Don't be afraid, as long as we don't cross this bead curtain, they won't find us."

"This spell is called 'Floating Light and Remaining Shadows'. The people here are just traces left by some people who once existed here. Their strength is only half of that of real people at most."

After hearing her explanation, everyone felt relieved.

But there are so many of them, and they have finally broken through the True Water Formation and come here. They may be able to get the treasure belonging to the Immortal Langya. Are they going to give up just because the Floating Light Relic is the only way to get inside?

Is life more important, or is the baby more important?

Seeing their worried faces, Feiyingxie smiled and stepped in.

"Hey, Feiyingdao..."

It was too late for them to speak.

Before she could finish her words, Feiying had already passed through the bead curtain alone.

Then the scene that made them doubt their lives appeared.

Oh my god, is this still a human being?

He was in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, how come he turned into powder before his attack even reached her?

A person who has reached the initial stage of Mahayana cultivation could be solved with just a random spell?

How profound is her cultivation?

At least the late Mahayana stage?

No, she must be at least at the peak of the late Mahayana stage, otherwise it would be difficult to explain her strength.

In the entire world of cultivating immortals, there are more than a dozen people who have achieved Mahayana cultivation, but not one has reached the late Mahayana stage.

They also didn't know why, after they had cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of Mahayana, no matter how many years passed or how hard they tried, they could no longer improve.

Seeing her now is like seeing hope.

After this trip to Langya Immortal Palace is over, I will definitely ask her for advice with an open mind.

Maybe it will soar into the sky.

While their thoughts were in turmoil, Feiying had already cleared most of the floating light shadows by herself and went very deep.

The other people waiting outside saw that there was no movement after they went in, so they also went in one after another.

So they saw the same scene as the group of people who came in earlier.

After being stunned, he chased after him.

Feiying drove the road all the way to a slightly higher door.

Even though the door was closed, she could still feel the immortal power emanating from inside.

"It will be very dangerous once this door is opened. Don't follow too closely to avoid getting hurt."

After waiting for a response, she raised her hand to push the door open, and a powerful immortal power, like a sharp blade, slashed towards her.

She raised her eyebrows, and the air blade dissipated with a bang when it was an inch away from touching her, but its aftermath still shattered the door panel.

Those who were standing in front of them had clearly kept a distance from Feiying, but they were also affected. After being hit, they spurted blood on the spot.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Fellow Daoist Feiying, don't worry."

They pressed their hands on the wounds and simultaneously stepped back a distance.

At this time, a scolding voice was heard from inside the room: "Who dares to trespass into my Langya Immortal Palace?"

At the same time, each attack was more powerful than the last.

The result was always the same, it disappeared without a trace before getting close to Feiying.

Feiying walked towards him steadily step by step.

Seeing that the attack was useless, he stood up from the rocking chair, without putting down the teacup in his hand, and walked towards Feiying in a casual and unrestrained manner.

He has red hair and a handsome face, as if he were carved from jade. He is tall and wears a white robe. He has the temperament of a leisurely immortal.

His cultivation has reached the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.

It's no wonder that with such cultivation level, the floating shadow with only half the power of the real person can still cause such great harm to them.

Once one ascends to become a true immortal, he or she will be completely reborn.

Even if he is only in the early stage of Earth Immortal, his strength is a hundred times stronger than the strongest cultivator.

Not to mention that he was a Daluo Jinxian. In the first attack just now, anyone standing closer behind him might have died on the spot.

However, this level of cultivation poses no threat to her, the God of Creation.

"My friend, you are very strong?"

"But I don't know if you can handle this move."

When Langya was only two meters away from Feiying, he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground. Instead of breaking into pieces as expected, a burst of white mist came out of the cup and spread rapidly, surrounding the place where Feiying was standing.

Feiying remained calm.

The white mist barrier has the effect of blocking spiritual consciousness and interfering with vision, and is usually used for surprise assassinations.

Feiying used her spiritual power to conjure up a long sword, and without even turning her head, she swung the sword seemingly casually to block the attack from Langya from behind.

He looked obviously panicked.

"Who the hell are you? You can actually use your spiritual sense in this barrier!"

She said indifferently, "My name is not something that a mere shadow like you should know. Let me send you off."

As she spoke, she increased the strength of her hands, swung the sword, and Langya's figure turned into a white light and dissipated.

After he disappeared, the white mist barrier naturally disappeared as well.

The white mist slowly faded away like a veil, and the figure in light blue clothes gradually appeared. The long sword in her hand, the disappearing Langya, and the broken porcelain cup on the ground all showed that she had just won the victory.

Everyone's hearts were finally at ease.

They asked tentatively: "Daoyou Feiying, can we come in?"

Feiying turned around and smiled softly: "Of course you can."

Only then did they dare to come in, and then they proceeded as usual, raiding the temple like bandits.

"Hey, why can't this chair be put away?"

When a person went to collect the wooden red chair inlaid with various colorful fairy stones placed in the front center of the hall, he found that no matter how he controlled the storage ring, it could not move at all.

"I'll try."

The person next to him heard the sound and walked over, holding up the storage bag.

The chair remained motionless.

Later, several people tried it, but still no results.

There was a man with a particularly bad temper and a very strong physique. He rolled up his sleeves, walked forward, put his hands on the chair, and tried to lift it up.