Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

Outside the illusion array, the Black Tiger and the cultivators who heard the noise saw a cultivator dodging a boulder rolling down from a height. He angrily kicked the boulder, sending it flying far away, which hurt his own foot, and he was rubbing his toes incessantly.

Black Tiger recognized the cultivator who had exchanged top-grade elixirs for its spiritual spring; it seemed he had stepped on the boulder while digging for herbs.

The other cultivators, upon seeing the jade hoe that Zhong Lingxin had thrown on the ground, all shared the same thought as Black Tiger.

They're all very busy; it's not easy for them to come all the way to Beishan. They should hurry up and gather some spiritual herbs and minerals.

Zhong Lingxin sat down on the ground while rubbing her toes, poured a healing pill into her mouth, and rested by the cliff.

When no one was paying attention, she slipped into the illusion array.

The illusion array was connected to her divine sense, and she could clearly see the cultivators and the black python fighting inside the array with her divine sense.

The black python is of high rank and has a geographical advantage, making it more offensive than defensive.

However, cultivators possess many magical treasures and constantly use them to attack, resulting in minimal consumption of spiritual energy, which is replenished from time to time with pills.

After a long and drawn-out battle, the cultivators launched more and more attacks, and the black python began to adopt a defensive posture, attacking only occasionally, clearly conserving its spiritual energy.

However, the black python was, after all, a peak sixth-tier demonic beast, and every attack it made caused damage to the cultivator.

The monk wore one robe after another, always maintaining the robe's radiant brilliance.

The deep pool at the bottom of the cliff had expanded several times over due to the fight between the two, causing the water level to drop considerably, and the huge piece of icy jade marrow was about to emerge from the water.

Frustrated, Zhong Lingxin had no choice but to add another defensive array to the illusion array to prevent the spiritual energy of the Frost Jade Marrow from leaking out.

Seven days have passed, and the man and beast at the bottom of the cliff are still full of energy.

The cultivators, aided by the power of their magical artifacts, began their attack.

The black python's spiritual energy was almost depleted, and it had no chance to replenish it. At this moment, it was relying entirely on its own rough skin and flesh for defense and its own strength for attack.

Zhong Lingxin, who was watching from the cliff, could see clearly that the cultivator's frequency of taking pills had decreased, and the time it took to take pills now was twice as long as before.

The black python also noticed this. It rarely attacked first. Sometimes, when cultivators attacked it with their spiritual power, as long as it did not cause it great harm, it would no longer dodge.

Both sides are at a loss; one side is trying to exhaust the other's elixirs and magical treasures, while the other side is trying to deplete the other's physical strength and blood.

Yes, the black python was covered in wounds, and its blood had stained the entire deep pool red.

The monk's robes were visibly damaged, but he did not put on new ones.

I don't know if they've run out of them, or if they're just reluctant to change out of the robes that are still usable.

The battle continued for another three days, and the cultivator became visibly agitated; several wounds had appeared on his body.

The black python fared even worse; its tail had been broken off, so it could no longer use it to whip cultivators away. It could only bite cultivators with its mouth, ram them with its massive body, and gradually expand its territory, forcing cultivators into corners.

However, the deep pool had expanded several times over. Every time it forced the cultivators to the edge, the cultivators would alertly jump to a different position to maintain a large space for movement.

Soon, the cultivator was forced to the edge by the black python again.

The black python, on the other hand, swam much slower and more erratically, sometimes even revealing its pale yellow belly as it swam, unable to maintain its posture.

The cultivator fought back while retreating, and with another leap, he flashed to the left of the black python.

At the same time, his body trembled, a magic robe appeared on his body, and he swallowed three spirit-replenishing pills. The longsword in his hand flashed with sparks. A wave of heat surged towards the black python.

He was actually a cultivator with a fire elemental root, and he only revealed it now that he wanted to kill him with one blow after fighting for so long.

The black python was not to be outdone. It raised its front half high, and its huge head bulged out, three times larger than usual. Its upper jaw was shiny black, and large clumps of venom dripped down its teeth into the deep pool, which quickly emitted a strong, fishy stench.

The monk held his breath; success or failure hinged on this moment.

He raised his longsword high, its blade ablaze with fire, and slashed at the black python.

A ring of ice blades lit up on the black python's body. When the ice blades touched the firelight, thick white smoke rose up at the point of impact.

Suddenly, several small black arrows shot out from the white smoke and flew towards the cultivator.

The monk's robes flashed and flashed, deflecting the small black arrow.

Another small black arrow shot out from the white mist.

The cultivator leaped away to dodge.

The small black arrow struck the stone, causing it to emit thick black smoke; it had been corroded, leaving several large pits.

Countless small black arrows suddenly shot out from the white mist, sealing off the cultivator's upper, middle, and lower body, leaving him with no way to escape.

The monk's robes shimmered with light.

More and more black arrows were shot out, like a relentless rain of swords, heading straight for the cultivator.

The cultivator was shocked; the radiance of his robes had dimmed and was about to give way.

He swung his longsword, desperately deflecting the incoming black arrows.

But the small black arrows were the venom of the black python. The shaft was cut off, but the arrowheads continued to fly, flapping incessantly, all landing on the cultivator's robes.

The robe was finally pierced by the poisoned arrow, and a drop of venom landed on the cultivator's arm.

The cultivator let out a scream, the pain causing his longsword to fall into the deep pool.

More poisoned arrows rained down on the monks.

The cultivator, no longer concerned about obtaining the Frost Jade Marrow, flipped his hand and took out a stack of Explosion Talismans, throwing them at the black python.

Zhong Lingxin, who was watching the battle from above, dared not let his stack of explosive talismans explode.

She already had several short blades strapped to her hand.

The short blades scattered like flowers from a fairy's shower, each one piercing through an explosive talisman.

The cultivator's screams continued; he was in so much pain that he could no longer gather spiritual energy to fly upwards and was slowly falling into the deep pool.

He was panicking; why wasn't the explosive talisman exploding yet?

Seeing that the cultivator was doomed, Zhong Lingxin no longer hesitated and shot two short blades toward the black python's eyes.

Although monsters can see without eyes, shooting out their eyes is still a huge blow to the black python.

Both the monk and the black python fell into the deep pool and struggled in it.

After a while, the cultivator's voice gradually subsided, and his soul and spiritual power showed no fluctuations, clearly indicating that he was dead.

Zhong Lingxin still did not take any action.

On the one hand, this cultivator was dressed in excellent robes and magical treasures, which clearly indicated that he had a powerful and influential figure behind him.

She feared that when the image of the monk's death was transmitted back, it would show her image.

On the other hand, the black python was still thrashing about, clearly not dead yet.

After the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, Zhong Ling's heart was moved.

She leaped and landed on a boulder by the deep pool, several short blades shooting out from her hand, all of them piercing the black python's wounds.