Junior sister took first place again

Amid the roar of the altar, three hundred and sixty exploding chess pieces turned into streams of light and rose into the air.

The sky suddenly unfolded a hundred-foot-long green jade scroll, on which floated densely packed sect emblems - the top 100 on the list were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the position of Xuanling Sect jumped from over 200th to 28th, with the three signs of wood, earth and fire suffixed to it, as well as the current location of the six people - Lihuo Island.

The chess fragments condensed into a star-shaped chain, entangling the six people. Ning Jiasheng's battle flag formed a lotus pedestal in the lava, but was frozen in mid-air by the golden light cast by the Green Jade Board.

"Xuanling Sect, the holder of the three parcels." A deep voice came from the sky, "According to ancient rules, they must reveal their whereabouts."

The jade token suddenly became hot, and six golden lines shot straight into the sky. All contestants within a hundred miles could see this dazzling golden rainbow.

The shadows of the elders from each faction appeared in the clouds, and the voice of Yunhua Immortal Venerable resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "The top 100 teams in the real-time ranking will receive the blessing of earth vein spiritual energy - each Tianji lottery will increase the cultivation speed by 30%."

Ning Jiasheng's eyes flashed with enlightenment, and the battle flag suddenly turned to the northeast: "Go to Thunder Island! The golden signs are in the densest area of ​​Thunder Trees!"

The Xuanling Sect members flew up on their swords, with seven sword lights chasing them closely behind them - the Qingyu List exposed their advantage of holding three lots and also ignited the fighting spirit of the other teams.

"It's the Wei family's Star Chasing Step!" Mu Zhao's Dragon Roar Sword swept down three poisoned silver shuttles. "They are using our Golden Rainbow to practice!"

As if confirming his judgment, Wei Mingran's staff transformed into a sword, splitting the clouds with a force several times more powerful than before. The Wuling Wei family's ranking on the Jade List was climbing at a visible rate, quickly approaching the top 50.

Atop the Millennium Thunder Tree in the center of Thunder Island, a golden sign loomed amidst the thunderclouds. Five teams battled within the treetops, the Purple Sky Pavilion's lightning nets and the Medicine King Valley's spiritual mist intertwining into a death trap.

"The tide will arrive in half an hour." Wen Yan's hexagram disk reflected the hexagram, "By then, the entire island will become a minefield."

Ning Jiasheng suddenly spread out twelve formation flags: "Junior Brother Shi, smash the Dui rock wall!"

The heavy bronze pestle triggered a landslide, revealing the buried ancient altar. Twelve stone tablets containing sealed thunder spirits emerged, three of which were engraved with sword patterns.

"Mu Zhao, the third transformation of the Jinghong style!" Ning Jiasheng tapped the tip of his finger on the scabbard of the Dragon Roar sword. Mu Zhao understood, and the sword energy transformed into a dragon that soared into the sky, resonating with the sword intent inscribed on the stone tablet.

The thunderclouds suddenly parted, and the golden stick drifted down along the river of sword energy. The immortal binding rope swung by the Medicine King Valley disciple was shaken off by Lan Ying's medicine cauldron, allowing Qiu Rumo's silver thread to entangle the end of the stick.

"Oh no!" Wen Yan's six-line plate cracked into a third line, "Fifteen miles southwest, a sword formation is taking shape!"

Just as Mu Zhao was about to unsheathe his Dragon Roar Sword, purple lightning suddenly erupted from the northwest. Nine lightning patterns intertwined in the air, forming a web. It was the Purple Sky Pavilion's ultimate martial art—Thunderbolt Attraction.

Shi Yan's heavy pestle plunged into the crystal cluster, and strange red lines appeared on the bronze surface. "How did they get here so quickly?"

"That Jade Plate is catalyzing murderous intent." Ning Jiasheng's fingertips traced the back of the jade plate. The original map of the East China Sea was oozing with blood-red veins. "Every golden rainbow is a sitting duck."

The crowd watching from the sidelines suddenly erupted in excitement. The Star Sect elder stroked his beard and smiled, "The jade reflects one's true heart. The more sticks one holds, the more one's luck will be revealed."

In the water mirror, dozens of streams of light have gathered next to the golden rainbow of Xuanling Sect.

"Senior Sister!" Lan Ying's medicine cauldron suddenly burst into a green light, and hideous scratches appeared on the cauldron. "Something is tearing at the protective barrier!"

The charred earth suddenly rose, and nine white-bone dragons burst forth. Each skeleton's eye sockets pulsed with dark blue soul fire, and their cervical vertebrae were entwined with Qingming Palace's specially crafted soul-controlling silk.

"It's not a living thing." Wen Yan's copper coin bounced between the dragon bones. "It's the corpse refining technique of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!"

As Mu Zhao's sword energy severed the third bone dragon, the Dragon Roar Sword suddenly let out a mournful cry. The blade reflected the dense forest to the southeast—six sword masters from the Seven Killing Pavilion sacrificed their blood to the sword, their natal sword spirits consuming the golden rainbow spiritual energy.

"We can't let them complete the sword formation!" Qiu Rumo's silver thread was incinerated by lightning and fire just as it stretched out three meters. "Zixiao Pavilion is using a lightning net to block the space!"

Ning Jiasheng suddenly bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood drew a strange rune on the formation flag. The twelve black iron flags trembled violently, forcibly draining the spiritual energy from the earth veins of Lihuo Island.

"You're crazy!" Shi Yan nearly dropped his heavy pestle. "The ripples in the earth will trigger a tidal wave of chaos!"

"It's the tide we need." Ning Jiasheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and seventy-two mountain-moving talismans flew out from his sleeves. "Wen Yan, calculate the path the tide will devour!"

The six-line disk spun rapidly in the violent spiritual energy, and Wen Yan's pupils suddenly contracted: "Thirty miles due north, three quarters past noon!"

As if to confirm his calculations, the black fog swept in with overwhelming force. The Seven Killing Pavilion's sword formation, bearing the brunt of the attack, was instantly devoured by a large portion, and the Blood Sacrifice Sword Spirit let out a shrill scream.

"Now!" Ning Jiasheng's formation flag pierced the earth vein node, and the entire island began to tilt. The six members of the Xuanling Sect followed the golden rainbow and fell towards the tidal edge, followed by the terrified shouts of disciples from various sects.

As Mu Zhao's sword energy split the last lightning net, he suddenly groaned. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the Dragon Roar scabbard—in the melee just now, a Soul Devouring Gu had actually entered the natal sword.

"Go to Duiwei Ice Lake." Ning Jiasheng's voice transmission was full of blood. "Lan Ying, prepare the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill. Help Junior Brother Mu suppress the poisonous insect first."

A golden rainbow streaked across the sky, crashing directly into the Bishui Sect's headquarters as everyone watched. On the viewing platform, the Wei family's head suddenly crushed the teacup, "That girl is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"