After awakening, the female supporting character in the abused novel only wants to ascend to immorta

Chapter 407 Individual Encirclement
After Lin Zhao led his men into the Ancestral Phoenix Secret Realm and confirmed the location of their sect, he was puzzled to find that none of the Bright Hall disciples who had originally planned to follow them were present.

"Something might have gone wrong along the way."

Hongfeng didn't think too much about it. After all, with the strength of the Bright Hall, as long as they didn't encounter Lin Zhao, the Bright Hall was not afraid of any force.

Lin Zhao vaguely sensed a risk: "But they were so arrogant before, wanting to follow us, and now they've suddenly disappeared. There must be something strange about that."

"The Hall of Light has nothing to fear in this secret realm."

Lin Zhao lowered his eyes: "If I don't take action, and without the help of two or more other powerful forces, the only one who can defeat them is probably Ji Wantang."

But would Ji Wantang be so crazy as to attack the people of Guangming Hall?
No way, come to think of it.

Lin Zhao suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and began to lead the people of the Phoenix Medicine Sect to collect points.

That's right, it's scanning.

Lin Zhao had said before that even a hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators at the Great Perfection level wouldn't be a match for him.

Moreover, many of these tens of thousands of people have not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Along the way, Lin Zhao only needed to use a single stream of spiritual energy to suppress all the opponents he encountered. The disciples of the Phoenix Medicine Sect were only responsible for collecting the tokens and sending them out of the secret realm.

This overwhelming and invincible momentum quickly raised the points of everyone in the Phoenix Medicine Sect to a considerable level.

Especially Lin Zhao, whose points have reached three thousand.

This means that Lin Zhao has taken the points from 300 people.

After a day of this, Lin Zhao's points increased to five thousand.

Even the lowest-ranking disciples of the Phoenix Medicine Sect have several hundred points.

"Today seems to have gone a little too smoothly."

After a busy day, as night fell in the secret realm, Song Tingning settled her disciples in camp to rest while sharing her feelings.

"Why is it that we've already traveled through almost a tenth of the secret realm territory on the spirit boat, yet we haven't encountered a single disciple from a transcendent power?"

The strongest person I encountered today was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from a first-rate sect.

Lin Zhao also felt something was wrong, but the talismans she left for the other three people remained untouched.

"Let's speed things up tomorrow. Whatever the problem is, it will eventually come to light."

However, what made Lin Zhao's heart sink little by little was that in the next two days, they only encountered one transcendent force.

"The election is only two days away, where have all those sects gone?" Song Tingning couldn't help but ask, "Are they playing hide-and-seek with us?"

This was his first time participating in the Imperial Election, but he had been through many trials before, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation!

Lin Zhao frowned, looking at his 30,000 points on the leaderboard, but there was no smile on his face.

"You protect me, I need to use the talisman to sense the location of Lingtian Pavilion."

The talismans she left for Yang Jingjing and the other two could not only be used to contact her, but also to some extent to locate her. However, Lin Zhao was unwilling to use them unless absolutely necessary, as it gave the impression of spying on them. ...

The Ancestral Phoenix Realm, in the southeastern desert.

The woman in red struck the young man in front of her back with a single palm strike. The white bone scythe in her hand flickered with a chilling white flame, just like the chilling white in her eyes.

The young man was defeated and lay on the ground. The disciples of the Bright Hall rushed to help him up, then looked at the woman in the air: "Ji Wantang, if you really kill us all, aren't you afraid of having a hard time explaining to the sect?!"

The woman in red who attacked the young men led by the Bright Hall was naturally their young master, Ji Wantang.

At this moment, beneath her feet was not only the young man, but also the leader of a defeated and powerful force.

There were also Yang Jingjing and Xu Lewei, who were already seriously injured, and even Li Changhao of Hehuan Palace was as pale as paper.

Clearly, before this young man, the three of them had also gone through a battle that had exhausted all their resources.

Behind them were their fellow disciples, trembling like wolves being watched by a dragon.

When Ji Wantang heard the question from the disciples of the Bright Hall, his gray-white eyes flickered: "If I win, it will be a victory for the Bright Hall, and you will have died a worthy death."

She stood in the air, her bone scythe pointing directly at the four prodigies below: "The four of you have already used your fundamental strengths to block me. The fact that you can still stand is a testament to your abilities. Step back, and I will spare your lives. But I need the lives of the remaining disciples."

Yang Jingjing was so enraged by Ji Wantang's tone that she vomited blood, her eyes flashing with a ruthless glint: "Ji Wantang, you're dreaming. Do you really think everyone is like you, using blood as a path and lives as a ladder?!"

She stood in front of the Lingtian Pavilion disciples, leaning on her long sword, like a wolf king protecting his pack, exuding a fierce aura, with azure spiritual energy rising from her body.

Xu Lewei clutched her chest and slowly stood in front of the Diyin Sect disciples, her eyes filled with disbelief and dejected disappointment: "You've spent a lot of time these past three days gathering most of the sect's disciples here... you even went so far as to hunt down the Bright Hall. Was it all just for this moment of carnage?"

Ji Wantang asked expressionlessly, "Otherwise what?"

The young man leading the Bright Hall clenched his fists. He thought about how he had originally planned to follow Lin Zhao into the secret realm, but the moment he entered, he heard Ji Wantang's telepathic instruction. So he deliberately deceived the Phoenix Medicine Sect and, together with the Diyin Sect and the Hehuan Palace, gathered the disciples of most of the forces here to fight. He felt that he was the culprit of this impending massacre.

"Young Master... please spare the lives of the younger generation of the Bright Hall."

The younger generation in this secret realm is the hope for the next generation of the Bright Hall!
Ji Wantang slowly frowned, extended a finger, and pressed it down.
The young man screamed in agony. He had used his foundation, which he had previously used to defend against Ji Wantang, but now, facing Ji Wantang's attack, he was powerless to resist and was directly pressed to the ground.

“I wanted to give you some dignity…” Ji Wantang raised the white bone scythe in her hand: “But since you don’t want it, then forget it.”

With a flick of her sleeve, more than eighty soul lamps appeared in front of her.

Upon seeing the eighty-odd soul lamps, all eighty disciples of the Bright Hall turned deathly pale.

No one understood better than them that the soul lamp represented their life symbol.

Why did Ji Wantang bring their soul lamps in?
Before they could come up with an answer, they heard Ji Wantang's indifferent voice: "Before I entered, the Ancestor had already planted a Heart-Connecting Talisman on each of you. Since you don't want to leave with dignity, then I will give you dignity. Don't worry, once I become the Ancestral Phoenix Emperor, I will make the Bright Hall the strongest force in the Ancestral Phoenix Plane, and I will certainly not let your sacrifices go to waste."

More than eighty disciples of the Bright Hall simultaneously blazed with eerie white flames. Amidst cries of agony and the horrified gazes of disciples from other factions, the young man prostrate on the ground could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples, with whom he had grown up and cultivated since childhood, were all annihilated by Ji Wantang with a flick of his hand.

All his emotions were suppressed, and his reason snapped inch by inch. He didn't care that his foundation was destroyed. He didn't realize that using his spiritual energy while bearing the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage was tantamount to courting death. He stood up with the last bit of spiritual energy in his body and questioned the important figures watching this scene in the void.

"Why? Why! Why?! Did the sect send us here just to die?! Aren't we disciples of the Bright Hall?!"