After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 308 is still halfway through.

This flower is so beautiful, like a water droplet or a condensation of ice mist. It is crystal clear, and it seems as if water is flowing inside the flower.

The petals of this flower have a realistic feel to them, with tiny white downy hairs on them, and a faint coolness emanates from them, along with an incomparably delicate fragrance.

Everyone was stunned.

This is a colorless flower, yet its beauty is flawless, unlike anything in the ordinary.

It looks more like a flower formed from frost, as if it would scatter if touched.

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"So beautiful... Can I really touch this?"

"Such rich spiritual energy! This must be an extremely rare treasure!"

Except for this small box, which had fewer people around it, the other disciples all crowded around it, craning their necks to see what it looked like, and some even wanted to touch it.

"What are you doing? Don't touch it! What if you break it?"

"Why should I? It's not yours!"

"Is that yours?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

"What, you're not convinced? Bring it on!"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

In just a few words, their tempers flared up again, and everyone looked at each other warily, as if they were about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

It's unclear who made the first move in the crowd, but when that hand touched the box of ice flowers, everyone else erupted in chaos almost simultaneously!

"court death!"

"Let go!"

What's it like to be in a chaotic battle with more than 200 people?
Right there on the open grass, these people got into a fight. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, their breathing was rapid, and they were ruthlessly attacking their fellow disciples as if they had lost their minds.

Blood blossoms bloomed on the grass, staining the leaves red. One person after another fell to the ground, and the sound of clashing swords never ceased.

Those fighting together didn't realize that they had lost all reason and couldn't think of anything else; their minds were filled with only one thought: kill!

They even forgot the culprit—the flower. The box containing the flower had already fallen to the ground during the chaotic brawl. At this moment, they were more like fighting for the sake of fighting.

Their chests were filled with anxiety and murderous intent, which had swallowed their consciousness, making them unable to think of anything else or calm down.

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. None of them stopped; they only knew how to kill without thinking, and they would kill anyone who stood in their way.

The crystal-clear flowers lay quietly in the box, emitting a faint fragrance that was both alluring and dangerous.

One by one, the people who were standing fell down, and the noise changed from clamor to clear sound, and then from high to low.

When the final battle came down to just the two of them, they were covered in blood, their bodies riddled with wounds, their vision blurred by the blood, and they were fighting purely on instinct.

After the second and last person fell, the last person also coughed up blood, then collapsed forward, head heavy and feet light, and fell silent.

Amidst the blood-red mass of fallen bodies, the ice flower remained pristine, as clean and translucent as ever.

Suddenly, a small hand picked up the ice flower along with the box. The small hand was fair and smooth, and looked beautiful together with the ice flower.

"Tsk, the Frost Flower is actually an evil flower." Mo Jiuwei examined the flower, shaking her head and sighing.

This flower, which originates from this secret realm, is called the "Ice and Snow Demon Flower." It is like a seemingly innocent witch, appearing harmless but actually causing great harm.

Its fragrance is strong, but it is not poisonous on its own. Only those who stare at it and deeply smell its scent will gradually lose their minds, their brains filled with fighting spirit, and nothing but murderous intent.

At this point, anyone standing next to you will be attacked indiscriminately.

It's not difficult to get everyone to see it, but the smell can easily spread outside the tower, and if the concentration is too low, it will affect the effect.

However, it's unrealistic to attract everyone into the tower at the same time; these people aren't stupid and won't be so easily fooled.

In fact, after two groups of people went in but none of them came out, the remaining people became suspicious and would not go into the tower again until they understood the situation.

So Mo Jiuwei and the tower spirit devised a plan to split up and attack. The person who entered the tower first was killed with spiritual fire, while the other person was deliberately left to obtain the "treasure chest". The people outside, upon suddenly seeing the treasure, would definitely come over to stare at it and try to find out what it was.

Mo Jiuwei deliberately stole the Qiankun bag from the last person when he entered the formation. There was nowhere to hide the bag, and he was afraid that it would fall into the hands of outsiders, so he had no choice but to take the risk and try to escape with it.

It must be said that the person had suddenly found a treasure and lost his sense of proportion in his excitement.

Otherwise, if he thought about it carefully, he would know that given the character of the Wuya Sect disciples, there was no way he could survive running away with the treasure so openly.

After putting the flowers away, Mo Jiuwei looked at the corpses outside and frowned.

It's filthy, so filthy.

But they also have Qiankun items on them, which are a lot of money, so why not take them?

How could a cute and innocent little girl like me go and search the bodies of these dirty corpses for their magic bags?
It's so dirty and exhausting!
"Tower Spirit, it's up to you now," Mo Jiuwei called to her new underling.

Upon hearing this, the summoned tower spirit moved its body and "walked" over, as if it were hopping and skipping.

Fortunately, its tower is short enough that people too far away cannot see it. Otherwise, if others in the secret realm saw it moving like that, their eyes would definitely pop out of their sockets in fright.

As they got closer, the tower shook, sucking all the corpses on the ground inside.

Moments later, the corpses were thrown out by the tower spirit again and piled up into a mountain of corpses.

As for the Qiankun bag on his body, of course, it was all gone, and all the magical artifacts he wore had also been taken off.

This tower itself is a magical artifact, and because it has enough space, it can also be used as a kind of space.

Furthermore, due to the existence of the tower spirit, it is equivalent to a space with its own consciousness, capable of collecting and disposing of things, and even organizing things itself.

It's much more convenient, faster, and better for it to do these dirty and tiring jobs than for Mo Jiuwei to do them herself!
With a flick of her finger, Mo Jiuwei sent the spiritual fire to the mountain of corpses, which quickly engulfed them into nothingness, leaving no trace.

A cleansing spell wiped away all the blood on the ground, making it look as if nothing had ever happened.

"Two of the four teams have gone. Hmm, half of them are still left."

Mo Jiuwei nodded with great satisfaction.

"Little Tower, let's go."

"Hehe, Master, my name is Huizong."

"Understood, Xiao Hui."

The Tower of Return transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the spot.

Mo Jiuwei used a speed talisman and began to rush towards Chen Lan's direction.