Junior sister took first place again

On the Guiyuan Platform, chaotic air currents descend like the Milky Way, solemn and vast.

The two figures faced each other from a distance, and the collision of invisible energy had caused the chaotic airflow at the edge of the platform to slightly distort.

He Ling took the lead.

Without shouting or building up strength, the sword in her hand, inlaid with blue and red spirit beads, just trembled slightly.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire space became strange and unpredictable.

In the void on the left, countless dark blue ice crystals condensed out of thin air and turned into a roaring ice dragon, carrying a chill that could freeze the soul.

In the space on the right, crimson lava emerged out of thin air, forming a sky-burning fire phoenix, emitting a fiery heat that could burn everything.

The two poles of ice and fire, the completely opposite forces, were perfectly blended under the guidance of her sword tip, turning into a magnificent and deadly ice and fire sword field covering half of the arena.

The dragon and the phoenix intertwined and roared, and with the momentum to crush everything, they pressed down towards Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes were as calm as water. Facing the pressure of this domain that was enough to suffocate an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, she just tapped her toes lightly.

The twelve red flags surrounding his body suddenly accelerated their rotation, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

She raised her hands, her fingers moving gracefully as if stroking the strings of a musical instrument.

Om-!

With her as the center, countless fine and mysterious red-gold runes emerged from the sky, spreading and intertwining in an instant.

These runes are not static, but flow and combine like living things, outlining an extremely huge diagram of the universe in the void, covering the four elements of heaven and earth.

The formation diagram glowed with light, emitting a supreme Dao rhyme that embraced all things and evolved the heavens.

The ice and fire dragon and phoenix slammed into the range of the Wanxiang formation diagram.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a higher level of "dissolution" and "transformation".

The formation is like an invisible millstone, and also like an inclusive ocean.

The extremely cold power of the ice dragon is guided and absorbed by the Kan water rune, turning into a cold current that nourishes the formation.

The power of the Burning Fire Phoenix was captured and assimilated by the Fire Rune, becoming the fuel for the operation of the formation.

The Ice and Fire Sword Domain that He Ling was so proud of was silently decomposed and swallowed by the Wanxiang Formation Diagram and used for its own purposes.

He Ling's pupils shrank sharply and her heart was shocked.

She had never seen such a mysterious formation.

But her fighting instinct was extremely terrifying. Her shock only lasted for a moment, and her fighting spirit became even stronger.

The figure disappeared from the spot, and when it reappeared, man and sword had become one.

The flowing waves turned into a shocking blue-red rainbow of distorted light. It was no longer an all-encompassing area, but a point condensed to the extreme.

Wherever the sword pointed, the space groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden. With the determination to see through everything, it pierced Ning Jiasheng, the core of the formation.

This is the ultimate in speed and penetration.

Ning Jiasheng did not dodge or evade. He put his right hand together and pointed it forward lightly like a sword.

In the center of the Wanxiang formation, the flags of Genshan and Duize shine brightly.

"Congeal!"

Boom——

A huge golden shield composed of countless mysterious runes and as heavy as an ancient sacred mountain condensed in an instant, blocking Jinghong.

The shield surface flows with the pulse of the earth and the breath that benefits all life, and it is indestructible.

clang--! ! !

The loud sound like the collision of metal shook the Guiyuan Platform.

The blue and red long sword stabbed fiercely on the golden giant shield, and dazzling sparks exploded like stars.

The terrifying shock wave spread in a circular shape, pushing the chaotic airflow at the edge of the platform away by dozens of feet.

The giant shield trembled violently, leaving a deep dent in the center. The crack spread, but it was not pierced through in the end.

He Ling's figure was bounced back by the recoil force, and the fierce look in his eyes became even more intense.

She forced herself to steady herself and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Liubo sword. The blue and red spirit bead shone so brightly that it almost shattered.

"Break it for me!"

She held the sword in both hands, raised it above her head, and the water and fire spiritual power in her body merged and compressed in an unprecedented violent way.

The space around the sword was completely distorted and collapsed, forming a miniature black hole that swallowed up light.

The next moment, a chaotic spiral sword energy that was so condensed that it was indescribable and seemed to be able to penetrate the nine netherworlds, with a destructive aura of annihilation, tore through the void and hit the giant golden shield covered with cracks again.

This attack was far more powerful than all the previous ones.

Ning Jiasheng felt the terrifying power of annihilation contained in the sword energy, and his eyes finally became extremely solemn.

She clasped her hands together suddenly, and all the strength in her body burst out without reservation.

The twelve battle flags flew back instantly and spun rapidly in front of her, forming a deep vortex.

"Tracing the Shadow and Returning to the Source!"

The center of the vortex was no longer a defensive force, but instead erupted with an overwhelming suction force that traced the origin of all things and returned them to chaos! The power of the Myriad Formation was fully concentrated here.

The sword of annihilation and the vortex of return to origin collided violently.

boom--

This time, it was not a deafening explosion, but a heart-pounding sound of annihilation, as if space itself was being torn apart.

In the center of the Guiyuan Platform, a dazzling white light mixed with chaotic gray suddenly erupted, instantly engulfing everything.

The space was full of cracks like a broken mirror, and was quickly repaired by the laws of the secret realm.

The violent energy turbulence formed a destructive storm, raging wildly on the Guiyuan Platform.

In the outer square, the massive water mirror technique rippled violently, turning the scene into a blurry, blazing white. Everyone held their breath, their hearts in their throats.

The storm slowly subsided.

The white light dissipated.

In the center of Guiyuan Terrace, a huge deep pit is clearly visible. The white jade ground on the edge melted and solidified, forming a hideous glass shape.

The edge of the pit.

Ning Jiasheng knelt on one knee, his face as pale as paper, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the formation flags surrounding him dimmed, and even two of them had tiny cracks.

Her Zixiao Sword made a low humming sound in its sheath, as if it was about to fly out at any moment, but was ultimately suppressed by her strong willpower.

Opposite her.

He Ling half-knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword to support his body.

The blue and red spirit beads on Liu Bo's body flickered and were covered with spider-web-like cracks.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down. It was obvious that she was exhausted and even suffered serious internal injuries.

The look she gave Ning Jiasheng was filled with reluctance, shock, and a hint of deep fear.

High judgment.

Yun Hua Xian Zun's figure seemed to step out of thin air and appeared above Guiyuan Terrace. His majestic voice resounded throughout the world:

"All things return to their source, and the Dao and the Laws clash. After this battle, the winner is decided."

He glanced at the two of them, finally landing on Ning Jiasheng, with praise and affirmation:

"Xuanling Sect disciple, Lin Sheng. With his supreme formation technique, he evolves all phenomena, traces back to their origins, and surpasses all others! He deserves to be the champion of this Immortal Sect Competition—the Heavenly Ranking!"

"The champion! Lin Sheng!"

"The champion! Lin Sheng!"

After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted from the square outside and soared into the sky.

A golden beam of light descended from the dome and enveloped Ning Jiasheng, with fairy music lingering and auspicious signs appearing.

The title of "No. 1 on the Heavenly Ranking", which symbolizes supreme glory, was officially crowned.

Ning Jiasheng slowly stood up in the golden light, feeling the vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth pouring into his body, repairing his injuries and nourishing his Nascent Soul.

Her expression was calm as she nodded slightly to Immortal Yunhua and the four directions.

However, she did not feel much joy in her heart, only fatigue after the dust settled, and deeper worries about the direction of the abyss.

She quietly used the power of faith to suppress the slightly restless demon blood in her body.

He Ling lowered her head amid the cheers, hiding the resentment and a hint of barely perceptible fear swirling deep in her eyes.

She struggled to stand up, saluted Immortal Yunhua, and then silently stepped aside, her fingers tightly clasping the seemingly ordinary jade pendant around her waist.

At this moment, in a quiet room.

Xu Qing stared at Ning Jiasheng in the water mirror, who was receiving cheers from the crowd, and He Ling, who had retreated to the corner with the jade pendant tightly clenched in her fingers.

There was no congratulations in his eyes, only deep hatred and cold calculation.

"Right now! She's in a state of agitation and her defenses are at their lowest."

Xu Qing growled, and without hesitation, he used all his strength to thrust the spiritual spike that had been prepared long ago, which condensed all the power of the secret "Tracing Spiritual Pattern" of the Mengxi Liu family, fiercely into the jade pendant on He Ling's waist in the water mirror.

He wanted to detonate He Ling's disguise at this moment when glory and frustration were intertwined and everyone's attention was on the leader.

However, just as that invisible spiritual spike, powerful enough to trigger the manifestation of the jade pendant's magic pattern, was about to cross space and reach its target—

A terrifying pressure that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell and froze everything in time and space came without warning.

This pressure was so vast and so cold that it instantly enveloped the entire quiet room, even penetrating the space and disrupting the stability of the Water Mirror Technique.

Xu Qingru was pierced by the ten thousand years of black ice, and the blood in his body solidified instantly, and his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be pierced by countless ice cones.

The spike of spiritual consciousness that was condensed to the extreme was like a candle in the wind in the face of this supreme pressure. It was extinguished silently with a puff.

He himself felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with extreme horror and despair.

A cold, indifferent voice, as if it controlled life and death, resounded directly from the quiet room, with a subtle hint of mockery:

"Junior, what do you want to do?"

The corner of the purple clothes flashed by at the door of the quiet room.

Xu Qing recognized the totem on the sleeve - Xuanling Sect, Immortal Master Mengze.

On the Guiyuan Platform, Ning Jiasheng was bathed in golden light and received glory.

In the square, cheers were still deafening.

No one knew that in a quiet room, a carefully planned revelation had been cruelly and silently snuffed out by an invisible hand.

Only Xu Qing fell on the cold ground, his clothes stained with blood, and his eyes were filled with desperate madness.