Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

Two months passed quickly. After Geng Ling handed over the formation, he did not collect new materials. Instead, he returned to the attic and took out the storage bag that Wang Changsheng had given him when he became their apprentice.

The top-grade spirit stones inside were piled up into a mountain, enough for Geng Ling to use for cultivation.

After breaking away from the tentacles, the two bodies sat cross-legged facing each other. Her two bodies had already been tempered with the power of the Three Disasters in the Xianling Academy before, and it was difficult for her physical body to make any further progress in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The tentacles are at the eighth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and Geng Ling is at the fifth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm. The next step is to make a full-scale attack on the Void Refining Realm.

Eight months passed quickly, and Tentacle had reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, while Geng Ling was at the sixth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm and could break through again at any time.

Because half of the Immortal Divine Fire was given to Qingqing, it was now equivalent to two bodies using half of the Divine Fire. It took time to specifically temper the realm, and the speed was also slower.

The main body opened its eyes. It had been almost a year since the last invasion. In the past, it had occurred about once every six months. It was hard not to wonder if those disaster creatures were planning a big move.

Thanks to the blessing of Heaven, Geng Ling's body easily broke through to the first level of Refined Void. Just based on the combat power of her tentacles, she was confident that she could tie with the peak of Refined Void.

"I don't know how Qingqing is doing..." Geng Ling whispered.

"However, there are three combined formations and several combined ancestors. Even if a Mahayana-level calamity creature appears, Qingqing's safety should be guaranteed."

Although he said so, Geng Ling was still worried about Qingqing.

Then she activated the teleportation array and came to Qingqing's pavilion. She could feel that Qingqing was still practicing.

Qingqing's cultivation speed is much faster than Geng Ling's, and she has now reached the eighth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Geng Ling had previously given Qingqing two defensive magic weapons, but they were no longer enough on this battlefield.

Geng Ling summoned a green dress from her storage bag. It was a magic weapon of the same level as the horse-faced dress she usually wore.

She quietly entered the secret room where Qingqing was practicing, put down her dress, and then left quietly.

Advanced magic weapons will automatically adjust their size according to the wearer's body shape, so Geng Ling doesn't worry about whether it will be too big for Qingqing.

After Geng Ling's original body came back, he continued to practice. Chu Ximing, Long Aotian and the others might have caught up with him. This is the advantage of pure martial arts practice.

Those reckless martial artists only need to fight in battle and practice in their spare time. However, people like Geng Ling who have a special skill and are more focused on logistics have to consider more.

At the very least, you need to set aside time to improve your strengths, and also spend time setting up the formation.

Geng Ling's hair stood on end when she thought of Long Aotian. Damn it, he actually wanted to be her Taoist partner. Damn it.

I'll talk to Chu Ximing later and make sure these two become mortal enemies.

Two months later

......

"Old Yang, have you figured it out yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't this being calculated right now?" Old Yang blew his beard and glared.

"It's been a fucking month, can you do it?"

The dean was very anxious. The disaster creatures had not attacked for more than a year. If it weren't for the subtle spatial fluctuations at the cracks, he almost thought he had repelled the invasion.

"Alright, alright, I figured it out. The next invasion will be in three days. As for the outcome..."

"What happened?" the dean stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"Vicious," Lao Yang said concisely.

The dean's heart finally gave up. He put his hand on his forehead and murmured, "It's good that it's not a big disaster..."

"Hey! When did you learn to tell fortunes? The next time will be a disaster, a sign of death!" Old Yang raised his eyebrows.

Upon hearing this, the dean's already dead heart died again.

"It's the turn of us old guys..."

He waved his hand feebly: "Call a meeting and tell the Holy Lords the results."

Soon, all the Saint Lords gathered together, and Saint Lord Tianxuan spoke first: "Old Yang, what good news have you figured out?"

Old Yang raised his eyebrows: "That's really great news!"

The dean interrupted them, "Alright, the next invasion is in three days. It's a bad omen."

The thirty or so Holy Lords fell silent upon hearing this.

Old Yang continued, "Saint Lord Dongming, after the meeting, please bring all the elite troops from your holy land."

Dongming Holy Land is a holy land of deduction. Lao Yang must deduce a way to survive in the next situation where he is doomed to die.

"You also...calculated it?", the Holy Lord of Dongming said weakly.

"Um..."

"Why are you talking in riddles? Just say it directly!" Tianxuan Saint Lord was annoyed.

The Holy Lord of Dongming turned to look at everyone, his expression gloomy: "The next invasion will be a sign of death."

The scene suddenly became as silent as death, and you could hear a pin drop.

After a long time, Holy Lord Tianxuan laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha... I thought it was something else! Is that it?"

"So what if there's no chance of survival? Who here didn't participate in the last disaster invasion? Our predecessors fought desperately to protect us and opened a way for us to survive. Now, it's just our turn!"

"It's just death! What's there to be afraid of?"

"I wish to use my unfortunate fate to pave the way for future generations!"

Among those at the same realm, Saint Tianxuan is undoubtedly the strongest. After all, he is the master of a pure martial arts holy land.

The dean stood up and said, "As long as the flame remains, we will win sooner or later. After the meeting, please leave your inheritance to the saints, or the flames of your choice."

"I wish to pave a way for future generations!"

More than thirty Holy Lords spoke at the same time, all looking somewhat dazed.

No one could remember the last time they shouted slogans together, but now more than 30 people at the pinnacle of power in the Qiankun Realm had a common goal.

Open up a way of life for future generations.

......

Word spread to various strongholds outside the Qiankun Realm that the next invasion would occur in three days.

Geng Ling opened her eyes, feeling vaguely uneasy.

When I came to Qingqing's attic again, Qingqing had already woken up.

The sound used for notification just now has been processed and can penetrate the soundproofing array, but it will not have much impact on those who are practicing.

When Qingqing saw Geng Ling coming, she hurried forward and hugged Geng Ling.

Geng Ling touched Qingqing's little head and asked, "How do you like the clothes?"

"like very much."

"nice! You love it."

Geng Ling summoned another magical weapon and handed it to Qingqing. It was a cauldron. Qingqing had just reached the ninth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. The spiritual power she possessed was enough to activate the cauldron.

"I feel a little uneasy. I must protect myself."

"Ah."

Qingqing stood on tiptoe, wanting to kiss Geng Ling, but she couldn't reach her because of her height. Her face flushed with shame and she didn't know what to do.

Geng Ling lowered her head and kissed Qingqing.

After a long while, the two of them strolled under the colorful starry sky, and Geng Ling took out the jade omen.

"Come, Qingqing"

Qingqing looked over, and the two of them had a tacit understanding:

"eggplant!"

......

I don’t know if the subsequent development can be considered a knife. Dear viewers, please be mentally prepared. Of course Qingqing will not die.