Holding the broken sword, Ning Xiaoling returned to the team.
The spirit-teller noticed that Ning Xiaoling was a bit frustrated so she said patiently, "Your performance is already not bad. You can test the waters in the competition this time and surprise us two years later."
"Okay. I'll prepare for it well." Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.
Of course she was not bothered by this. She couldn't get the Hell General which shook the Dark Chamber among thousands of swords out of the sea of her consciousness. It was real and illusory, which was like a lingering dream.
The spirit-teller asked in confusion, "Xiaoling, what's wrong?"
Ning Xiaoling shook her head, "Nothing. It's just... that I'm a bit tired from pulling out the sword."
The spirit-teller was suspicious and didn't ask further.
Yu Jin also said in a low voice, "Xiaoling, no worries. Your performance is still satisfactory."
Before the Dragon Queen's Banquet started, a not-that-serious tempest happened in the state of Sea.The cause of the tempest had something to do with the tower ship called Marine Moon they had taken before.The Global Subversion Sect, one of the eight divine sects in the Central Land claimed that they had lost a batch of significant goods on the tower ship Marine Moon, hoping that the state of Sea could give them an explanation. Yet, the staff of the state of Sea didn't admit that their so-called valuable goods had appeared on the tower ship. A conflict was about to break out but a big shot of the Ancient Spiritual Sect happened to be in the state of Sea. He intervened personally and mediated the dispute.The Dragon Queen's Banquet was held as scheduled.The Central Land was spacious. The grand sects were several hundred kilometers away from each other. This world seemed to be built for the grand cultivators who could fly by
In the ruins of the Spiritual Valley in the Ancient Spiritual Sect.Holding the broken saber, Ning Xiaoling stood on the cliff and looked into the ruins with the 23 other disciples.The ruins were covered by the thick fog and hidden in the steep and moist deep valley. The undercurrent springs gurgled and the monkeys cried out. Among the towering rocks, the huge ruins within a radius of 50 kilometers were tier upon tier. Countless secret realms and obscure paths were hidden within.Legend had it that this place also used to be a Fengdu City. If one was careful enough, he could see the ancient relics of the Bridge of Forgetfulness, Yellow Spring Road, Hall of Medicine King, etc.Ning Xiaoling stood on the cliff. Her long hair tied up with a string was billowing in the wind.She wasn't nervous about this Spiritual Valley Competition. On the contrary, she was a bit distracted.That notebook about the sp
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In the sword tower, countless ripples cut the surface of the lotus pond.The water surface gradually returned to peace.Liu He looked at his reflection in the water. The red spot on the middle of his eyebrows was apparent and dazzling like a pearl embedded in the skin.The sword in his arms chirped nonstop as if not yielding.That was the only sound in the quiet sword tower.Lu Jiajia stood facing him. The threads among her hair were like extinguished fire, which had turned black again. Her pretty reflection shook in the water and then became still.She was reminiscing the fiery bird's chirping. At the thought of Zhao Xiang'er's appearance upon parting, she couldn't help smiling.This elegant smile contained faint mockery in all the people's eyes.Liu He looked at her and couldn't believe that he had failed anyway.The people in the sword tower recovered from a
"I'm Qu Wu of the intelligence startup clan. Previously, snakes were wailing nonstop in the valley. Many disciples were drawn here... Actually, it's quite strange. I've never heard about the White Snake Shrine before." Qu Wu led Ning Xiaoling to the depths of the palace while exerting the spiritual power to treat his injuries.Holding the insignificant broken saber in her hand and carrying the full bag on her back, Ning Xiaoling walked next to him and listened to him talking with a gentle nod.Never had she heard the spirit-teller mention something like the White Snake Shrine.However, this shrine not only existed but also appeared as big as the Hall of Medicine King.There was no light in the shrine. It was all dark. Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes and found that on both sides of the road toward the depths of the shrine, the walls were full of the signs of scales rubbing across.On the walls, there were wal
It all happened very suddenly. When the bone sword pierced into Akira's body, Akira was looking at the body of the feathered serpent, confirming that it didn't have an ounce of life left in it, and thinking about what to do afterward, his heartstrings loosening. It was this slight relaxation that made him not react to the sword behind him. Even though he had expected that his fellow disciples might kill each other to seize the treasure, if he truly fought and was seriously injured, he would be detected by the brocade bag and directly disqualified. So he did not give it much thought. The twinge of pain felt like a knife twisting flesh and blood, tearing through the chest. The sword accurately pierced into the area of the Qi Sea, the Qi Sea broke and the spiritual energy crumbled, it was an irreversible wound for a short period of time, and in Ming Lang's miserable scream, the surging spiritual energy set off a gale that blew in all directions.