Junior sister took first place again

Outside the Cangwu Secret Realm, the sky is obscured by the thick smoke of war, and the earth has now turned into a scorched earth.

As the night deepened, the battle between the immortals and the demons on the battlefield outside the Cangwu Secret Realm became more and more intense.

In the sky, the stars were obscured by the smoke of beacon fires, leaving only the blood-red moonlight illuminating this chaotic land.

The disciples of the immortal sect fought with the warriors of the demon clan for every inch of land. Their roars and battle cries intertwined to form a tragic war song.

On the front line of the battlefield, the disciples of the Immortal Sect formed a solid line. The weapons in their hands emitted a cold light, and every swing carried their defense of their homeland and hatred for the enemy.

Their spells cut through the night sky and smashed into the demon formation like meteors. Explosions rang out one after another, and flames and smoke billowed over the battlefield.

The demon warriors were like ghosts in the darkness, their figures looming in the night, and the magic weapons in their hands emitted a strange light.

The demons, with their advantages in numbers and almost indestructibility, continuously attacked the defense line of the Immortal Sect. Each attack was like waves hitting rocks. Although they were repelled, they never stopped.

In this melee, the elders and elite disciples of the immortal sect played a pivotal role.

They have profound cultivation and powerful spells, and each of their attacks can defeat a large number of demon warriors.

However, the demons' offensive was like a tide, one wave after another. Over the past few days, the disciples had only had sporadic rests for less than three hours in total.

Even Wen Xingzhou and others who were already powerful enough to become grandmasters felt unprecedented mental pressure this time.

The current battle situation in Tianque Realm is already so fierce, and since the Unparalleled Immortal Venerable appeared here seven days ago and fought with that mysterious demon until now, Ye Qingge and others still have no idea what is happening in the area.

When Ye Qingge saw his master appear, he thought it was the devil Ding Kun who came, but he didn't expect it was the legendary demon god who came in person.

Ye Qingge didn't see clearly what the demon looked like, but even if the demon concealed his features, Ye Qingge could tell that the demon was not very tall and his figure looked more like a woman, which was completely different from what she had imagined.

This was just a fleeting thought that flashed through Zhao Yu Zhenjun's mind at that moment. The fierce battlefield did not allow her to watch for long. Countless high-level demons were attracted by the spiritual power in her body and rushed up like an overwhelming force, submerging her in the demon army in an instant.

Ye Qingge and other immortal sect leaders have been fighting with the high-level demons without stopping for a moment. Finally, with a violent explosion, the battle temporarily stopped.

The demon warriors retreated like a tide, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect sat on the ground exhausted, their bodies covered with scars, but there was still a gleam of determination in their eyes.

In the post-war camps, the wounded were given emergency treatment and herbs and elixirs were quickly distributed.

Some disciples were handling the bodies of their comrades, their faces filled with grief. The elders gathered together to discuss the next steps.

They knew that this battle was far from over. The evil demon had arrived in person, and the survival of the Cangwu Secret Realm would depend on the outcome of the battle between Wushuang Immortal Venerable and him.

Before that, the demons coming to attack the secret realm will surely come in waves.

But now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, and there are not many defenders who can come to the Cangwu Secret Realm to provide support. Everyone can only rely on themselves to get through this.

Therefore, not only did the Unparalleled Immortal Venerable take action, but even some of the Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation stage cultivators who were guarding the disciples in the secret realm were transferred to the battlefield. Now, there was only one Divine Transformation stage cultivator left to guard the secret realm.

In the Tianque Realm camp under the cover of night, the lights were dim, and the guards were patrolling at their posts, their vigilant eyes scanning the darkness.

In Ji Tang's tent, she sat quietly at the desk, gently putting down the feather pen in her hand, but her thoughts were like the turbulent sea, difficult to calm down.

During the rare opportunity to rest after the war, Ji Tang sat at his desk and softly read out a name, "He, He Ling..."

Logically speaking, Ji Tang should not have any intersection with He Ling, but for various reasons, Ji Tang now knows almost everything about He Ling and has to pay attention to this person.

"I provided you with an excellent sacrifice and sent people to help you conceal the battle. How will you repay me?"

Ji Tang looked at the news sent back by Ji's spies in the secret realm and whispered to himself in front of the desk.

It was late at night, and the battlefield outside the Cangwu Secret Realm had temporarily returned to peace, but beneath this tranquility, undercurrents were surging.

Ji Tang sat in the tent, her eyes lingering on the news sent back by the spies from the secret realm. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, but she was thinking in her mind how to use the secret of He Ling's fall into the devil.

Ji Tang knew that if the news that the disciples who had participated in the Cangwu trial had fallen into the devil's way were to leak out, it would surely cause a shock to the immortal sect.

If this information is used properly, it can also become a trump card in her hand.

Ji Tang's cultivation is far higher than He Ling's, and she has enough strength to control this situation.

He Ling rushed through the secret realm, her heart beating like a drum, and every step felt like stepping on a taut string.

She finally left that place full of unknowns and dangers and returned to the spiritual spring where her team was.

Although He Ling appeared calm on the outside, her heart was in turmoil. When she appeared in the team, Gao Mi and others on the opposite side immediately noticed her return alone, and their faces were immediately filled with confusion and worry.

"Senior Sister He Ling, where is Senior Brother Liu?" a disciple stepped forward and asked, with an uneasy tone.

He Ling took a deep breath, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"We were swept into a wasteland and encountered an accident in a cave."

Her voice was low, and she tried her best to remain calm. "Immortal Liu was caught in the rift during the chaos."

Gao Mi and his group of people from the aristocratic families looked at each other in disbelief.

Liu Shumo and He Ling are both Jindan cultivators with powerful strength. How could they encounter an accident during the investigation?

What's more, the two were fighting fiercely before they disappeared, and now only He Ling came back, which naturally aroused everyone's suspicion.

"Senior Sister He Ling, how is this possible? Senior Brother Liu is so powerful, how could something go wrong during the investigation?" A disciple questioned, his eyes full of distrust.

He Ling's face darkened. She knew that this explanation was hard to convince people, but she had to insist.

"I don't want to believe it, but it's the truth. We don't have time to mourn here. We must leave here immediately. The dangers in this secret realm are far greater than we imagined."

Liu Shumo's teammates were very emotional and they could not accept this explanation.

"He Ling, you went there with Senior Brother Liu, why are you the only one back now? Did you do something?" one of the disciples asked, with obvious suspicion in his voice.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in He Ling's eyes, and she knew she couldn't continue this topic.

"I understand your grief and doubts, but our most important thing now is to protect ourselves. Liu Xianjun's affairs have nothing to do with me."

However, Liu Shumo's teammates did not buy it and became increasingly agitated.

"He Ling, you can't just give us a perfunctory answer like this. You must give us an explanation for Senior Brother Liu's disappearance." A disciple of the Fu family shouted loudly, his voice filled with anger.

"I repeat, Liu Xianjun's disappearance was an accident. If you don't believe me, go and investigate it yourself. I'm sorry, I won't accompany you."

He Ling said this coldly, and left with her people. Along the way, she was constantly thinking about how to get out of the current predicament.

Her secret has been exposed to Liu Shumo, and his disappearance or even death will undoubtedly make everyone's suspicion point to her.

But if Liu Shumo really died this time, it would be fine. There would be no evidence and He Ling would not be afraid of their investigation.

She was afraid that he was not dead, and that he would come back someday and not kill him personally, so He Ling was always worried.

After finishing another battle and seizing the spoils, He Ling sat alone on a rock, her eyes gazing into the void while she was thinking about countermeasures in her heart.

Just then, a guard appeared silently behind her.

"He Ling." A low voice sounded in He Ling's ears.

He Ling's expression changed slightly, and she turned around quickly, holding the sword in her hand.

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you. Otherwise, why do you think there were no guards to check on you and Liu Shumo when you were fighting so loudly?"

The man was wearing the uniform of the secret realm guards. When He Ling's face changed drastically, he smiled and said, revealing a jade pendant engraved with the Ji family totem on his waist.

"What do you want to do?" There was a hint of vigilance in He Ling's voice.

The spy smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of arrogance: "He Ling, I'm here to give you a chance."

He Ling frowned, she knew that spies from aristocratic families would never appear for no reason, they always had some purpose.

"What opportunity?" He Ling asked coldly.

The spy took out a letter from his arms and handed it to He Ling.

"This is a letter from the master. She knows your current predicament and is willing to provide help." He Ling took the letter, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

She opened the letter and read it carefully.

In the letter, Ji Tang proposed a deal. She said that she had seen through He Ling's secret and could help her get out of her current predicament and even help her cover up the truth about Liu Shumo's disappearance, but in exchange, He Ling had to do things for her.

He Ling lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and then agreed to Ji Tang's request.

In the Tianque Realm, before Ji Tang could receive a reply from the secret realm, the horn of the demons' attack sounded outside the tent again.

The sound of the horn echoed in the sky above the Tianque Realm, like the call of the god of death, rapid and shrill.

Ji Tang frowned, she quickly stood up and burned the letter, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

Regardless of the outcome of the transaction in the secret realm, she must first face the battle ahead.

Outside the tent, the disciples of the Immortal Sect quickly gathered, their figures moving through the firelight, preparing to fight against the impending attack of the demons.

Ji Tang walked out of the tent, her eyes swept over the busy disciples, and finally fixed on the battlefield in the distance.

"Commander Ji, the demons' offensive is getting more and more fierce. Do we need to ask for support?" A disciple walked up to Ji Tang with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Ji Tang shook her head, a look of determination in her eyes: "No, we can't rely on external help. Wushuang Immortal Venerable is fighting with the mysterious demon clan, we must defend this place ourselves."

The battle started quickly, and the demon warriors came like a tide, and it seemed that their number would never be slain.

The guards of the Immortal Gate formed a solid line, their spells and sword energy intertwined in the air, resisting the invasion of the demons.

Ji Tang stood at the front line, the long whip in her hand was like a fire dragon, creating waves of heat as she danced.

The stars were obscured by the smoke of beacon fires, leaving only the blood-red moonlight illuminating this chaotic land.

The guards of the Immortal Gate and the warriors of the Demon Clan fought for every inch of land. Their roars and battle cries intertwined to form a tragic war song.

Ji Tang's figure was looming in the firelight, and the long whip in his hand was like a flexible fire snake, with every swing carrying a burning flame.

Her whip is not only a weapon, but also a medium for her to cast fire spells.

The flames condensed and took shape according to her will, turning into walls of fire to block the attacks of the demons.

Under her command, her men formed a solid line. The weapons in their hands emitted a cold light, and they firmly defended their stronghold.

Ji Tang's long whip drew fiery red tracks in the air, smashing towards the demon formation like a meteor. Explosions rang out one after another, and flames and smoke swirled over the battlefield.

As the battle continued, the demons' offensive became more and more fierce, as if endless dark forces were constantly gathering.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from the demon formation, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

He was a high-level demon whose speed was comparable to that of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage. His target was Ji Tang, intending to destroy the defense line of the Immortal Sect by killing her.

Ji Tang sensed the murderous intent, her eyes flashed, and she swung her whip violently. A wall of fire instantly formed in front of her, blocking the black shadow's way.

The temperature of the fire wall is extremely high, and even the masters of the demon clan dare not pass through it easily.

However, the black shadow did not retreat. His body suddenly became blurred, as if merging with the surrounding darkness. He silently bypassed the wall of fire and attacked Ji Tang again.

Ji Tang snorted coldly, and the long whip drew a complex trajectory in the air. The flames then condensed into a huge fire net, enveloping the black shadow.

Each fire line in the fire net contains powerful power, and once touched, it will erupt into deadly flames.

The black shadow rushed left and right in the fire net, trying to find a breakthrough, but Ji Tang's control was extremely strong, and the fire net tightly bound him, making it impossible for him to escape.

Finally, in a fierce collision, the black shadow was swallowed by the flames and turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Ji Tang didn't have time to breathe. She turned around immediately and swung the whip again, this time towards the main force of the demon clan.

Her whip was like a fire dragon, weaving across the battlefield, and every swing took the lives of several demon warriors.

The morale of the Xianmen guards was greatly boosted by Ji Tang's performance. They followed closely and launched a more intense confrontation with the demons.

Sword energy and magic spells intertwined in the air, forming brilliant curtains of light that illuminated the land shrouded in war.

The battle became more and more intense. Ji Tang's figure was like a god of war in the firelight. She kept waving her whip, and every attack was extremely precise, breaking the demon's defense line.