Junior sister took first place again

Thick fog suddenly rose on the sea, and He Ling's sword appeared from the fog.

The chief of Changxing Sect walked on the waves, and the water droplets hanging from the tip of the sword condensed into three ice lotuses - the pure energy of the water spirit root, wrapped in the red light of the fire sword intent.

Ning Jiasheng's formation disk sank silently to the bottom of the sea. Nine fiery snakes rose from the cracks in the reef. Each snake's head held a Rot Heart Butterfly egg in its mouth, and the fluttering of its wings burned the mist into a pale purple.

"Immortal Lord Lin's Fire Burning Heaven Formation is indeed much more advanced than that of his fellow disciple from Yuhua Peak."

He Ling lightly tapped the tip of her sword, and an ice lotus suddenly blossomed, condensing the poisonous mist into hundreds of poisoned ice spikes suspended in mid-air. It seemed like praise, but in reality, each ice spike sealed the formation's lifeline.

Ning Jiasheng's wide sleeves brushed across the damp rocks, and moss grew wildly into a talisman array. "He Xianjun's Mysterious Ice Fire Technique makes my humble tricks look shabby."

Before he finished speaking, the moss suddenly combusted on its own, and the blue flames licked the ice edges, turning three of them into counterfeits of the Fire Spirit Lots.

The sea water beneath their feet was strangely divided into two colors - the east side condensed into an ice crystal chessboard, and the west side boiled like a lava purgatory.

He Ling's sword tassel moved without wind, and the shadows of three dragons appeared and disappeared in the fog; sparks oozed from Ning Jiasheng's fingertips, and the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Gu quietly wrapped around the meteorite iron three meters away.

"Crack."

Unable to withstand the combined pressure, a reef suddenly cracked. Seven Rot Heart Butterflies emerged from the cracks, their powder frozen into ice crystals by He Ling's sword energy before it could even dissipate.

Ning Jiasheng snapped his fingers, and the ice crystals exploded and reorganized into a fragmentary tidal array diagram - the detailed situation on the remaining islands.

He Ling's eyes flickered, and sheathed her sword suddenly: "The thunderclouds in the northeastern sea are suitable for tempering swords."

She tapped her toes lightly, freezing a strand of Ning Jiasheng's loose hair, but half of a fire spirit array pattern was hidden in the ice crystal.

"The volcanic ash from the southwest can solidify the foundation of the formation." Ning Jiasheng smiled and wiped away the ice residue from his temples. The spiritual energy remaining on his fingertips quietly seeped into the seabed - and was nailed to the spirit-seeking talisman buried by the Tianhe Yun family.

The moment the two passed each other, twelve hidden forces collided on the seabed.

All the fragments of the jade token in the wreckage of the shipwreck were destroyed. Suddenly, a secret mark of the aristocratic family appeared on a reef, but was then wiped out by the surging waves.

When the fog cleared, only the Eastern Ice Lotus and the Western Fire Snake were still fighting.

A burn mark appeared on He Ling's scabbard, and an ice pattern cracked on Ning Jiasheng's formation plate - even the aftermath of this Nascent Soul stage confrontation continued the unfinished test for the master.

The sky at the junction of the sea and the sky was turning pale, and the Jade List cast a golden light that counted down to the last half incense stick.

Twelve golden beams of light exploded at the end of the sea and sky, and the last incense stick of the Qingyu List was lit.

The remaining hundreds of teams gathered like a galaxy, and the flowing lights in the sky intertwined into a spiritual power storm, but they were always shrouded by the nine-layer spiritual protection barrier set up by the Star Sect - every contestant had a life-saving jade talisman floating on his heart, and if there was a fatal crisis, it would trigger the teleportation and elimination.

In the northeastern volcanic belt, the Tianhe Yun clan's flying boats were forced to stop by the water, fire and sword energy.

This time, the Yun team was led by a pair of twins. With spiritual patterns flashing on their fingertips, the thirty-six flying boats instantly disintegrated and reorganized into a spirit-catching net, but were intercepted by the Changxing Sect's sword formation.

He Ling's sword drew the magma from the earth's veins, and the lava turned into a hundred-foot cage. The jade tokens of the thirteen nearby teams shattered on their own in the high temperature and turned into streams of light and teleported away.

On the southwestern ice field, a mysterious ice illusion array rose up at the headquarters of the Bishui Sect.

Mu Qingge's Ice Soul Mirror reflected the seven-level exquisite game, and more than twenty teams competed for the spiritual fortune in the illusion.

When a formation master was about to touch the water sign, the jade talisman suddenly lit up with a green light - the soul-eating insect buried by Ning Jiasheng in the sign was judged to be a "fatal trap", and the entire team was instantly teleported to a safe zone a hundred miles away.

In the central sea, it seemed as if the long-lost disciples of the Star Sect tore through the void and summoned the Zhoutian Star Array. The jade talismans of the surrounding array masters flashed at the same time, and they were instantly knocked away, eliminated, and moved out of the battlefield.

"Three quarters past four o'clock!" The morning bell of the Xingchen Sect spread out nine layers of sound waves.

"clang--!"

The last bell rang and dispersed the clouds.

Golden lotus blossomed from the Green Jade List, and the shadow of Immortal Yunhua formed seals in mid-air. All the jade plates that had not advanced turned into streams of light and left the scene.

Ning Jiasheng's formation plate was embedded with five spirit sticks suspended in the air, and the spirit-eating insect wrapped around the tail of the sticks was judged to be a "controllable spirit pet."

The five-colored spirit sign on the tip of He Ling's sword was examined by the elders and confirmed to be in compliance with the regulations;

When the golden lotus lifted up the final twelve teams that advanced, thousands of spiritual mist lotus platforms floated on the sea surface - all the eliminated people were sitting cross-legged to heal their wounds, and their bodies were covered with the rejuvenation array set up by the supervising elders.

"The road of cultivation is long, let's encourage each other." The voice of Immortal Yunhua resounded throughout the sea.

The thirteenth place on the promotion list suddenly lit up. It turned out to be a team whose jade tokens were all shattered but they were still holding the spirit sticks tightly. It turned out that their act of protecting the spirit sticks with their bodies was judged as a special promotion qualification of "sacrificing themselves to defend the truth."