Junior sister took first place again

In the Xingchen Sect's viewing area, ripples appeared on the water mirror.

"Yesterday at 3:30 PM, after the Bishui Sect and the Xuanling Sect divided the spoils, they parted ways here."

The deacon disciple activated the Sky Viewing Mirror, and the picture froze on a lonely cliff in the East China Sea: Mu Qingge's black ice chain froze half of the sea, and Ning Jiasheng led the team to rush southwest.

The water mirror suddenly trembled violently. When the image became clear again, the spiritual power marks of the disciples of the two sects disappeared like smoke, and eleven names were instantly missing from the top 100 of the Qingyu List.

"That's impossible!" the new disciple leaned closer to the water mirror. "Even the Yuhua Peak invisibility talisman can only last for half an incense stick..."

"Look at the remnants of the tidal formation." The elder pointed his finger at a reef in the mirror. "When the Xuanling Sect passed by, Lin Sheng knocked this spot three times with his scabbard."

The image was magnified ten times, revealing half of an ice crystal talisman from the cracks in the reef—it was made by Mu Qingge's Mysterious Ice Soul.

"The Bishui Sect is thirty miles to the northeast." The elder rotated the star disk, and the water mirror reflected the scene of Mu Qingge slashing down the ice spikes. "The location where each ice spike penetrates the earth veins forms an anti-five elements formation."

The disciples watching the game gasped.

The name of the Bishui Sect on the Qingyu List suddenly twisted, and the spiritual power mark was transferred to the center of the illusion array eighty miles away.

The real Mu Qingge was leading his men to dive into the seabed, and his frosty sect uniform had turned dark black.

"The Xuanling Sect is even more amazing." The elder waved his sleeves and went to the dense forest in the southwest, where Ning Jiasheng and others were resting by the stream.

The fragments of Wen Yan's six-line plate were arranged into the Zhen hexagram, and Lan Ying dipped the five Tianji sticks into Mu Zhao's Dragon Roar sword sheath.

"what are they doing?"

"Wash the sticks." The elder's fingertips trembled. "Use the sword cultivator's innate sword energy to wash the Heavenly Secret Sticks, and then use the remaining tidal formation as a furnace..."

In the picture, Mu Zhao suddenly swung his sword towards his heart, but the sword energy was injected into the Tianji Sign.

Five golden rays of light flowed upstream along the stream and formed a false source of spiritual power at a waterfall three hundred miles away.

The Jade List flashed wildly, and the name of Xuanling Sect flashed simultaneously on more than a dozen islands.

"Do you understand now?"

The elder closed the water mirror. "The Bishui Sect uses the Mysterious Ice Soul to freeze their own spiritual power and hide it, while the Xuanling Sect refines the Heavenly Secret Sign into a mobile array center. The two sects appear to have parted ways, but in reality..."

Thunder roared, and the water mirror reflected the latest battle situation.

"There's movement in the remaining tidal formation!" The deacon disciple activated three barrier-breaking talismans, but only the torn corners of Ning Jiasheng's clothes were reflected in the mirror - the six people from the Xuanling Sect seemed to have been wiped out by the entire world, and even the spiritual power threads of the Qingyu List were cut off.

On the seventh day, we were stationed at Changxingmen.

"The thirty-seventh false formation center." Huang Long split the cave with his palm, but the spiritual energy shattered only the phantoms of the Xuanling Sect disciples. He irritably crushed the sound transmission talisman: "How are things with the Tianyuan Sect?"

"They're all afterimages of the Rotten Heart Butterfly Powder... Wait! Mu Zhao's spiritual energy fluctuations are appearing three hundred miles southwest!"

When He Ling led all the members of Changxing Sect to rush to the southwest, the real Ning Jiasheng was standing above the Tianyuan Sect headquarters.

Although she could not exert her full strength, the gap between the Nascent Soul stage and the Golden Core stage was like a chasm. She penetrated the eighteen layers of restrictions set up by the disciples of the Tianyuan Sect like a ghost, and five Heavenly Secret Signs danced and entangled on her fingertips.

"almost."

She chuckled and released the formation flags, and the sealed Nine Nether Mysterious Water instantly froze the entire camp.

The roar of the Tianyuan Sect's chief was frozen in his throat, and suddenly a dazzling blood light burst out from the Qingyu List - the jade cards of all the Tianyuan Sect members were shattered!

"What's going on?" The disciples watching the battle crowded in front of the bronze water mirror. "The Jade Rankings just updated, why is the Tianyuan Sect..."

Before he finished speaking, a thunderstorm erupted in the mirror. Ning Jiasheng's figure loomed within the thunderclouds, her frost-colored hairband wrapped around the Xingchen Sect's most precious treasure, the Tracing Light Wheel.

It was not until this moment that a trace of Nascent Soul pressure emanated from her body, but it shocked the Sky Mirror so much that it exploded.

"Look at the Jade List!" someone screamed.

Golden seal characters appeared at the top of the list: [Lin Sheng of Xuanling Sect, eliminated nine sects].

What’s even more terrifying is that behind his name, where his spiritual power should be displayed, there are the two black words “Nascent Soul”.

"The leader of Xuanling Sect is actually also a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

The white-bearded elder trembled as he pointed at the flashback: Lin Sheng led the team back to the remaining tidal formation. In the picture, she tore open a crack in the void with her bare hands and refined four Heavenly Secret Signs into her Nascent Soul - that was simply not something a Jindan cultivator could do!