Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng woke up suddenly, with the sound of whistling wind in her ears, and she was falling rapidly.

"Uncle Xun, what happened?"

Ning Jiasheng tried his best to use his internal energy to adjust his body shape. Although he couldn't stop the falling trend, he at least slowed down his speed and avoided ending up with an embarrassing face landing on the ground.

"The Cangwu Secret Realm has been destroyed."

"what!!!"

Ning Jiasheng screamed in shock, his heart in turmoil, "Then are Master and the other brothers all right?"

"They are fine, just protect yourself first."

Ning Jiasheng heard the unusual tone in Immortal Master Suying's voice and was extremely anxious. He tried his best to calm his mind and tried to find his whereabouts. "Uncle Xun, where are you? Are you injured?"

"I've been discovered by Him, and am about to dissipate. Fortunately, I've already taught you everything I need to..."

"Uncle Xun!!!"

Ning Jiasheng felt a huge grief in his heart, and his eyes couldn't stop trembling.

"Time is running out, just listen to me."

Immortal Suying gently interrupted Ning Jiasheng's unspoken words, "His true form was trapped in the main hall of the Sun Palace by the Demon King's body. Now that he has fully awakened, fighting alone, no one in the world can match him."

"So, as soon as he regained consciousness, he took advantage of the fierce battle between Wushuang Immortal Venerable and that divine consciousness and dragged him into the Sun Palace, intending to defeat him piece by piece."

Ning Jiasheng choked back tears and clenched his fists. The voice of Immortal Suying still echoed in his ears, "The Immortal Master of the Tribulation Realm is definitely not a vulnerable paper tiger. He has just awakened, and his strength has been greatly reduced. The Immortal Master Wushuang's departure is actually good news for the Immortal Sect. He will buy them more time."

"The flow of time here has changed. You must leave the formation as soon as possible and hand over the Moon Frost Spirit Arrow to the Great Elder. If you can gather two spirit arrows before he breaks free, the Immortal Sect's chances of victory will greatly increase."

"Remember, the name of the other arrow is the Blazing Sun Spirit Arrow."

Ning Jiasheng's tears fell drop by drop, and he nodded repeatedly while sobbing, "Uncle Xun, I remember, you . . . . . "

"Don't talk, keep your strength. The battlefield is now like a den of dragons and tigers. Don't feel sad for me. I have no regrets on this last journey."

The voice of Immortal Master Suying became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a sigh and disappeared in the wind.

Ning Jiasheng gritted his teeth, suppressed his grief, and tried to calm himself down from the panic of falling and all the bad news.

At this moment, she had fallen to a height where she could clearly see the situation on the ground. In the Sky-Locking Formation, which had originally been without a trace of life, monsters and various strange beasts were now rampant. They were wreaking havoc in the formation and making earth-shaking roars.

Ning Jiasheng had 90% of her spiritual energy sealed by the Soul Sealing Technique, and her strength was greatly reduced. Faced with such a dangerous situation, even though she was extremely sad, she had no time to indulge in sadness.

She had to calm down and find a way to survive.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath and circulated the spiritual power in her body. In an instant, as if by magic, she turned into a small and exquisite little beast, whose tail was only about half a meter long.

She used the art of concealing her breath to the extreme, and like a ghost, she quietly landed in a desolate mountain forest.

The air was filled with rich spiritual energy, like a layer of gauze, gently covering the mountains and forests.

However, within this spiritual energy, there was a creepy evil spirit, as if it was emanating from the depths of hell.

She stood up carefully, looked around vigilantly, and then slowly moved towards a relatively safe place.

At this moment, above the Hehuan Palace, dozens of figures flashed out from the clouds like meteors.

Soon, from the north and east, hundreds of streams of light rose up like phoenixes spreading their wings, hovering in the sky and confronting a group of high-level demons.

The leader of the demon sect stood at the front casually with a sword in hand like a green pine, looking coldly at the immortal masters in front of him.

After the secret realm shattered, the two immortals only transferred the disciples who were unable to protect themselves to the Hehuan Palace. Most of the others were unable to control their landing points and fell in different places, and could not arrive in a short time.

The inner demon looked at the masters from various sects across from him from afar, then lazily turned his eyes away for a moment and returned to the Immortal Master Qinglian.

At this time, there was still a layer of protective barrier between the two sides, and they were still hundreds of meters away from each other.

That layer of barrier seems invisible, but in fact it has consumed the efforts of several generations of masters of Hehuan Palace. It is supplemented by countless auxiliary formations, interwoven like a spider web, and consumes a large amount of spirit stones to maintain.

It can not only conceal the location of the sect and isolate it from malicious prying eyes, but also store a huge amount of spiritual power to protect the disciples in the sect.

Whether it is a sect or a noble family, they all have similar protective barriers, but the barrier of Hehuan Palace is also one of the best among the four states.

Probably because the Hehuan Palace is not far from Youzhou and the Abyss, in the past, this barrier had resisted the Demon King and withstood the bombardment of a group of high-level demons.

No matter how fierce the battle outside is, or how the righteous masters fight against the demons, the young disciples of low realm in the sect are still safe.

"I am a little curious——"

The inner demon was still holding the black and white sword, with strands of blood-red light flowing on the blade. From a distance, it looked like a group of dancing red butterflies flying around.

Her gaze fell into the void.

The place that was originally empty was briefly shone with brilliant golden light, and complex nebula-like seals could be vaguely seen, but soon disappeared without a trace.

"Is the Hehuan Palace's protective formation more indestructible than the Cangwu Secret Realm's defenses?"

She said this lightly, and raised the long sword in her hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, with the sword tip pointing like lightning to the place where the seal had just flashed.

Obviously, the devil has found the core of the formation as keenly as an eagle.

The blood light on the black and white sword surged like a raging wave, and the light condensed into a huge blood sword in the air like a substance.

The scarlet blade rose up like a pillar supporting the sky, and blood shot up into the sky, crossing the sky, as if it had the power to split mountains and split the earth.

Everyone present was as terrified as a frightened bird, thinking that if this blow landed, they and the entire mountain would be reduced to ashes.

A blue sword light suddenly flashed across the sky. Its speed was as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, and its momentum was as powerful as thunder. In an instant, it hit the blood-red sword like a stray arrow.

The blood sword suddenly shattered like glass, and the fragments scattered like raindrops in the sky, like a heavy rain of blood, disappearing without a trace as it fell.

"Great! It's Immortal Qinglian who's here!"

"Don't worry, with Qinglian Immortal Venerable here, they can't get in."

The majority of the people had low cultivation levels, and the disciples couldn't even see the figure standing in the clouds.

It was not until the Immortal Qinglian took action that everyone suddenly realized that the Sword Immortal was here. For a moment, they felt relieved and let go of the hearts that had been hanging in their throats.