Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

"Now that everyone is here, I'll be frank."

“They don’t want to come.”

As soon as the words fell, someone became furious, and the terrifying pressure caused the void around him to vibrate.

"It's already this late and they're still thinking about fighting among themselves! Once this disaster is over, I'll go settle accounts with them first!"

"Saint Dragon, calm down. I will be with you then."

There were thirty or forty people present, all of whom were the actual controllers of the holy land-level forces in the Qiankun Realm.

The one who spoke at the beginning was the dean of the Xianling Academy, who sneered again:

"What they mean is that they will provide any support beyond practical help."

"Fuck!", Saint Lord Tianxuan cursed immediately.

"Everyone, we have no reinforcements. Let's do our best to hold on. This is not only for the sake of the universe behind us, but also for the Qiankun Realm and for our own sake."

The headmaster of the Immortal Spirit Academy raised his head and sighed, "If we lose... I'm afraid there won't be a single survivor in the Qiankun Realm."

Everyone present was silent.

It’s not like there haven’t been disasters and invasions before. As the front line of the entire universe, Qiankun Realm had many heroes rushing to help. But now, the courage of the universe has been almost defeated.

The thirty or forty holy land-level forces are not all native to the Qiankun Realm, but also include descendants of those who came to the aid of the Qiankun Realm.

"Oh, right, there's a small planet that somehow learned about the calamity creatures, and all the practitioners from that world have come here."

The dean of the Xianling Academy sighed again:

"Although the liver and gallbladder are still there, they are too weak..."

Someone became interested: "What realms are they?"

"The strongest one is only in the early stage of Yuanying."

"Their world is in the Dharma Ending Age. To be able to embark on the path of cultivation in such an era, one's talent must not be too weak. You can choose those who are suitable for your own faction to cultivate."

"If none of you want them, then my Xianlingyuan will take them all."

A man with fox ears slammed his hands on the table and said, "You're just wishful thinking."

"I've already met that group of people. There are quite a few monsters among them. They all belong to my monster clan!"

"Go and choose for yourself, go and choose for yourself!" The dean waved his hand impatiently.

"We've finished talking, let's all go."

He pointed in a direction and then disappeared.

Seeing this, everyone flew in the direction pointed by the dean of Xianling Academy.

Half a year passed quickly, and when Geng Ling stepped out of the attic, her body had reached the limit of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Perhaps it was not as good as some of the demon races who already had top talents in their physical bodies, but it was not much different.

When we were teleported to the base of Xianlingyuan, Wang Changsheng was not there. No one knew where he was busy.

Then he returned to Qingqing's attic. Qingqing's cultivation had reached the fifth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Geng Ling discovered that Qingqing's cultivation was a bit superficial, probably because she relied on absorbing a large amount of spirit stones to make a rapid breakthrough. However, he did not wake Qingqing up, but studied the formation on the side. He took off his tentacles and practiced in peace, and by the way, he put a soundproof formation on the tentacles.

Another month passed and Qingqing broke through again, but her realm became a little more superficial.

Geng Ling came back to his senses from the formation book, and seeing Qingqing woke up, he rushed over and hit her on the head.

"Ouch, what are you doing!" Qingqing covered her forehead and accused Geng Ling.

"Don't you know that breaking through too quickly will cause your realm to become unstable?"

Qingqing felt guilty and came up to Geng Ling with a playful smile, hugging her and acting coquettishly: "Sister Geng Ling, you are here with me!"

Geng Ling drew half of the immortal divine fire from his brows and passed it into Qing Qing's body. The other half was still with Geng Ling, and he would need it for his tentacle training. "Continue to practice. It will automatically make up for the shortfall with the spiritual energy you absorb next."

"Sister Geng Ling, you are the best!"

Geng Ling bent down, raised his left cheek, and pointed with his finger.

Qingqing blushed and slowly printed it on him.

"Okay, let's continue practicing."

Qingqing obediently went back to meditate and practice, and Geng Ling took out the formation textbook again.

Soon, a voice echoed throughout the Qiankun Realm: "The next invasion is expected to occur in a month. All sects and families, please be prepared."

Geng Ling looked up and Qingqing also opened her eyes.

"Practice quickly." Geng Ling smiled at Qingqing.

Next time, Geng Ling will not go in human form to defend. He will continue to study the formation here.

Although it is a little weaker, it is definitely enough.

The disaster creatures seemed to have almost no intelligence. Geng Xing didn't quite understand how such things could become the enemy of the fairy world. Apart from their large numbers, their combat effectiveness was not even as good as that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.

But perhaps only the immortal world knows about this kind of thing.

Soon a month passed, the tentacles transformed into Geng Ling's appearance, and Qingqing opened her eyes:

"Is that Sister Geng Ling?"

The two Geng Lings smiled and said, "Both of them."

"Um..."

The tentacle stepped forward and took Qingqing's hand: "Let's go."

"What about Sister Geng Ling?" Qingqing turned around and looked at Geng Ling.

"I will continue to study the formation here, it will protect you." Geng Ling pointed to the main body.

Qingqing hugged the two Geng Lings and the original body: "Two Geng Ling sisters, this is awesome!"

"Let's go! You will have a hard time from now on!" The main body pulled Qingqing out of the attic.

She didn't know whether Qingqing had the wrong idea or not, but she did.

The two of them turned into streams of light and ran towards the crack.

Geng Ling placed the seventh-grade formation given to Qingqing on the crack. These two formations are also top-notch among the seventh-grade ones. If nothing unexpected happens, these two seventh-grade formations alone can reduce most of the pressure on this defense.

The crack suddenly opened.

Layer upon layer of human networks, with those with higher realms at the front, were arranged in order, surrounding the cracks with a radius of thousands of miles.

This scene occurs anywhere near the Qiankun Realm.

The next moment, countless disaster creatures swarmed out from countless cracks.

The combined ancestors at the front did not make any move, letting countless disaster creatures, which had been filtered out once by the formation, rush to the back.

The cultivators in the Lianxu realm launched an attack, first clearing out a wave of enemies, and then stepped forward to stop some monsters of the same realm as themselves.

Next came the Divine Transformation cultivator. Geng Ling stepped back with his right foot, gathered power in his fist, and the moment the monster rushed in front of him, he fiercely blasted out. A fan-shaped gap was created for a moment in the hundreds of miles ahead, but it was filled again in the next moment.

Then comes the Nascent Soul, Golden Core, and Foundation Establishment stages. In order to prevent powerful monsters from rushing over and causing too many casualties to low-level cultivators, except for the Refining Void stage, each stage has cultivators of higher levels mixed in.

At the end, there is a combined ancestor to provide a backup, ensuring that no one can break through the defense line.

Geng Ling was pondering over the formation in the secret room in the attic, while her main body and Qingqing, whom she was thinking about so much, were fighting hard on the battlefield where spells and shouts of killing were intertwined. Monks and monsters with the sound of air explosions kept passing by them.

Geng Ling's body kept swinging and retracting her fists, and almost no disaster creature could block her attack.

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