Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

Geng Ling stood side by side, ready for battle at the crack guarded by Xianling Academy.

There are dense formations set up in the area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles, and there are countless ninth and eighth grade formations.

All cracks, no matter how small, have at least a seventh-grade formation.

Qingqing was wearing the magic weapon given by Geng Ling, with a tripod surrounding her body. She was on high alert at the crack guarded by the He family. Everyone felt a different kind of oppression than in the previous times.

Qingqing has reached the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and now she is naturally standing in the defensive layer of the Void Refinement Realm. He Qing looks at his sister with satisfaction. Although his sister is far inferior to him now, he believes that his sister's talent will surpass his one day.

But before that...

He Qing clenched his fists, he would become the strongest wall to block his sister.

This side of Xianlingyuan.

The cracks covering hundreds of thousands of miles in radius were surrounded by hundreds of millions of cultivators, layer upon layer. At the front were the strongest elders of the Xianling Academy, who were at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Even the dean was on the second level.

Hundreds of millions of cultivators, each with dozens of talismans, hundreds of pills, and at least two magic weapons. Most people have never been so wealthy, but all of them are on high alert, staring at the front.

The spatial fluctuations became more and more intense, and everyone could feel the violent aura coming from behind the space.

The next moment, a crack covering hundreds of thousands of miles in radius suddenly opened up.

Countless monsters rushed out, and the pressure of the Tribulation Period came from the cracks. Hundreds of millions of people were instantly stagnant, but this pressure was dispelled by several elders in the front in the next moment.

Everyone started to move. Geng Ling's face was solemn. A monster in the Tribulation Crossing Stage had appeared at the beginning. I was afraid that this time...

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening, and the magical attacks from the sky fell on the group of monsters below. A powerful monk could create a vacuum area of ​​hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of miles in radius with one strike.

The elders at the front could even clear the entire battlefield with a single strike.

But in the next moment it will be filled again with disaster creatures.

The weakest cultivator who is undergoing tribulation can sink several states with a full-strength attack, but he has no way to deal with the cracks.

Their attacks landed on the cracks like snowflakes falling on a red-hot iron plate, dissipating in an instant.

The formation killed and filtered out the monsters layer by layer. Countless disaster creatures fell, but then more disaster creatures rushed out from the cracks.

The disaster creatures were like a black tide, rolling up into huge waves that were about to swallow everyone.

Geng Ling used his two bodies to stop a monster in the fusion stage that rushed into the defense layer of the Lianxu monk.

Apart from him, Chu Ximing was the only one in the early stage of the Void Refinement Stage who could stop this monster. Of course, some geniuses in the middle or late stages of the Void Refinement Stage could also do it.

Chu Ximing also stopped two of them not far away.

In just a few breaths, Geng Ling dealt with the monster.

At the top of the battlefield, there is an elder who is undergoing tribulation. Dozens of magic weapons behind him are constantly attacking, clearing out the high-level disaster creatures that have entered the defense layer of the low-level cultivators.

From time to time, he would strike the crack with his palm to relieve the pressure on the entire battlefield.

The first monster in the Tribulation Period that appeared was swept into the depths of the starry sky and destroyed by the several elders in the front.

Geng Ling continued to clean up the small fry, and occasionally stopped a monster in the fusion realm. With the elder in the tribulation period sitting above, there were not many high-level monsters rushing into the low-level cultivators.

The pressure from the Tribulation Crossing Stage appeared from the cracks again, but this time it did not cause any impact on the people on the battlefield. Several Tribulation Crossing Elders had already protected all the cultivators present.

Two monsters in the Tribulation Crossing stage appeared in half an hour.

Several elders who had transcended the tribulation joined forces again to drag the monster into the depths of the starry sky, and sent two elders to execute it.

In just five breaths, the pressure of the tribulation appeared again.

The remaining five elders used the same trick again, and two of them rushed towards the monster that was sucked into the depths of the starry sky. Now there were only three elders left in the front.

Nearly twenty breaths later, the two elders who had left first returned.

Although the disaster creatures are also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, they have no magic weapons and no intelligence. Moreover, they were seriously injured by more than a dozen ninth-grade formations the moment the cracks appeared. Moreover, it was a two-on-one situation, so they could naturally be easily dealt with.

Geng Ling swung his fists wildly, and monks fell around him from time to time.

Although it is tragic, if it continues like this, the situation will gradually improve.

But the disaster creatures, which have not attacked for more than a year, obviously have more than just this ability.

In an instant, the creatures rushing out of the crack suddenly became stronger.

The elders at the front immediately launched an attack, clearing the battlefield, and then continued to attack.

A voice came from the front: "Hurry up and recuperate! The monsters coming next will be more numerous and stronger!"

Hundreds of millions of people immediately sat cross-legged on the spot and swallowed the pills.

Five breaths later, three monsters undergoing tribulation rushed out of the crack at the same time. The elder at the top could no longer sit still, and instantly came to the front to share the pressure.

The eight elders who had transcended the tribulation bought a whole incense stick of time for the hundreds of millions of people present and killed more than twenty tribulation-transcending monsters.

"Everyone, get ready!" A voice came from the elder who was overcoming the tribulation in front.

"Yes!"

The overwhelming roar resounded through the starry sky.

Several elders who had transcended the tribulation stopped attacking. They had consumed a lot of energy and were in urgent need of recovery, so they took turns meditating on the spot.

The disaster creatures, which had been strengthened to a higher level, filled the entire battlefield the second after the elders who had transcended the tribulation stopped attacking.

People kept falling on the battlefield and the sounds of self-explosions kept ringing out, but more often than not, monks were torn to pieces before they could even have time to self-explode.

Geng Ling saw that the Jindan cultivator who had spoken rudely to her and Qingqing in the Xianling Academy's small class was now in the late Yuanying stage and was being torn to pieces by the violent disaster creatures.

She saw Li Ye, who was already in the early stage of transformation and had once liked her, self-destructed because he had run out of trump cards.

She saw many of her former classmates falling one after another. Geng Ling's eyes were bloodshot. Thunder, fire and heavenly tribulation erupted again, clearing the area of ​​thousands of miles in an instant, but it did not buy even a moment for the cultivators behind.

There were two elders in front who launched attacks from time to time to clear the battlefield, but they still couldn't stop the students from falling quickly.

Time passes slowly minute by minute.

Two monsters undergoing tribulation rushed out of the crack again. The four elders who were regulating their breathing stood up, rolled the monsters into the depths of the starry sky to kill them, and then came back to regulate their breathing and sit in the crack.

Only more than two hours have passed until now.

Geng Ling saw almost no hope of winning. In just two hours, one tenth of the hundreds of millions of cultivators died.

The feeling of despair overwhelmed Geng Ling and hundreds of millions of monks.

If I can’t win, I’m going to die. If I can’t win, I’m going to die.

Can't win...

Can't win...

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To die.

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