Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

All the monks' defense layers were almost broken.

An elder cleared the battlefield again, and everyone had a second to breathe and quickly returned to their original positions.

Geng Ling also quickly returned to his position.

Continue to deal with the next black tide.

The number of disaster creatures that have been killed and filtered out by countless formations is still terrifying.

If there were no formation, we would have been finished long ago, but the current situation is still precarious. If it weren't for the few elders at the front, the Xianlingyuan stronghold would have been lost long ago.

The rest of the holy land-level forces are probably not much better.

Finally, in the fifth hour of the invasion of the disaster creatures, casualties occurred among the combined monks.

A teacher blew himself up, and the violent spiritual power swept away everything within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Geng Ling knew that teacher, who was his talisman teacher when he was in the kindergarten.

Qingqing had once told Geng Ling that the talisman teacher was very nice to her, and Qingqing even called her "Talisman Teacher Sister".

Geng Ling secretly felt jealous of Qingqing for calling her "Teacher Sister" and scolded Teacher Fu Lu in her heart.

And now Qingqing's teacher sister has transformed into violent spiritual power, buying less than a moment for the Qiankun Realm and the universe behind her.

"Too weak... I... too weak..."

Geng Ling continued to attack, muttering to himself.

Too weak to do anything...

Geng Ling roared, and the nine balls of light in his body that had been dormant for a long time since he left the fairyland burst out with dazzling light, suppressing the endless and distant sunlight and clearing the entire battlefield in an instant.

Geng Ling's two bodies lost their minds and rushed towards the crack with an extremely dazzling light, like two bright suns smashing into the crack, but apart from evaporating the newly emerged disaster creatures, it did not cause any effect on the crack.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Geng Ling threw punch after punch, and everyone watched the scene in silence.

"Everyone hurry up and recover!" an elder spoke, but did not step forward to stop Geng Ling.

"The light on this little girl, are those things?"

"Yes, she is the spark, and she must be kept alive."

"I originally thought the spark would be one of Chu Ximing, Long Aotian, or Ye Chen..."

"Those people didn't belong here in the end, only this poor little girl..."

"Hey..."

Several elders sighed deeply while regulating their breathing.

"Click..."

The edge of the crack shattered into a small piece the size of a fingernail due to Geng Ling's attack.

Only a few elders who had transcended the tribulation discovered it.

"Those things can really destroy this crack!"

"It's a pity... She's still too weak... There's no time for her to become stronger."

Geng Ling attacked the crack madly and continuously. For a whole day, no monster rushed out of the Xianlingyuan stronghold.

The brilliance on Geng Ling's body gradually dimmed, and he slowly lost consciousness.

An elder waved his hand and protected Geng Ling and his two companions behind him.

"Xiao Li, take her back."

"Yes!" The dean of the Xianling Academy bowed and placed Geng Ling in the healing formation at the Xianling Academy's base.

Because of the ample supplies, one day was enough for everyone still alive to recover to their peak condition.

The calamity creatures covered the battlefield again like a black tide.

The sounds of fighting, magic spells, and the sounds of monks self-destructing continued to rang out.

Geng Ling's two bodies lay quietly in the healing formation, as if they were asleep.

The violent energy had already stretched both bodies to the point where their meridians were broken. Before Geng Ling lost consciousness, the energy automatically formed meridians to power Geng Ling's attack.

But now the energy has dissipated, and the bones and flesh in the two bodies have mixed together, becoming as soft as mud.

Dean Li continued to refine the vital energy and reshape his tendons, veins and bones.

Half of the immortal divine fire was frantically repairing the injuries in the two bodies.

A day passed, and Dean Li wiped the sweat from his forehead. Geng Ling's meridians and bones had been completely reshaped, and the remaining injuries could be repaired by the healing formation and the immortal fire. Now all he had to do was wait for him to wake up.

Dean Li swallowed a few pills, adjusted his breathing for a while, and then returned to the battlefield.

As a Mahayana cultivator, he can relieve a lot of pressure on the battlefield, and the battlefield needs him.

People continued to fall on the battlefield.

Geng Ling lay in bed for three days. When he woke up, he returned to the battlefield without thinking about what had happened.

As soon as she returned to the battlefield, she saw her class teacher, Shangguan Yuzhu. Her cool and beautiful face was swollen and distorted due to the overflowing spiritual power.

A loud bang was heard, and the self-explosion of the peak fusion realm cleared out most of the battlefield, leaving only a few hundred Mahayana disaster creatures within the explosion range.

Geng Ling's eyes were bloodshot. Teacher Shangguan had once teased her. The past scenes were vivid in her mind, and eventually turned into violent spiritual power, bringing a moment of respite to everyone.

She wanted to try to activate the nine light balls again, but no matter what Geng Ling did, she could not use those powers again.

He could only numbly swing his fists, releasing thunder, fire and heavenly tribulation, and using all his strength to disperse those waves that could not be dispersed at all.

Geng Ling could do nothing but watch his classmates and teacher die. Seven of the eight elders on the battlefield used all their strength to sweep away more than a dozen monsters undergoing tribulation and into the depths of the starry sky when Geng Ling arrived at the battlefield.

There was only one elder who had transcended the tribulation to guard the battlefield, and there had to be one more, otherwise if a few more creatures who had transcended the tribulation rushed out of the cracks, the hundreds of millions of cultivators would be completely torn to pieces in an instant.

An hour later, the seven elders returned together, all with injuries on their bodies, but they continued to sit at the front of the crack and began to take turns regulating their breathing.

They have already killed hundreds of disaster creatures in the Tribulation Period. They all know that there will be more to come and some of them will definitely die in this battle.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Geng Ling numbly took out a handful of pills from his storage bag, put them in his mouth, and continued to attack with his fists.

There were only five elders left in the front, and one more above the battlefield. The other two retreated to the rear to recuperate because of their serious injuries.

The pressure of the Tribulation Crossing Stage once again covered the entire battlefield, and the five elders in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in front stood up.

One of them heaved a long sigh of exhaustion:

"Ha... This should be the last wave..."

"I hope so..."

Suddenly, the black waves stopped rushing out of the crack, and the elder above the battlefield cleared the battlefield with a casual blow.

But no one let down their guard, because the pressure of the tribulation had not dissipated yet, and was even slowly increasing.

Two, five, ten...

Hundreds of disaster creatures in the tribulation period stepped out from the crack together.

The battlefield was silent, and only one in ten monks were left, their faces ashen.

"Are you kidding..."

"How can we win..."

The mood of despair spread, and the two elders who were healing in the back felt the pressure of the Hundred Tribulation Stage, and appeared in front in an instant, their breath a little weak.

More than a dozen ninth-grade formations and countless eighth-grade and seventh-grade formations launched the attack together.

But they didn't kill any of the monsters. Facing an enemy ten times their size, the eight elders charged forward at the same time, the Mahayana monks also rushed forward, and the dean was among them.

The monks at the fusion level and below also launched long-range attacks at the same time.

There were hundreds of Mahayana monks in Xianling Academy, but one tenth of them died in one encounter. Geng Ling saw the dean who had given a not-at-all-important speech for half an hour before leaving for Xianling Secret Realm, rushing forward and exploding himself while holding a disaster creature.

Geng Ling had also secretly vowed that even after her cultivation surpassed his, she would still force the dean to listen to her nonsense.

No chance...

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The first volume is about to end and a new plot will begin soon.

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