If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Only the four people from Qingquan Peak still had a unique style.

"Third brother, quick! That head is made of red copper essence! It's worth fifty spirit stones!"

Xie Buci drank while gesturing wildly.

"Second Senior Sister, don't waste that thigh on the left! It's made of ebony; we can take it back and use it as firewood. It burns really well!"

Although Qin Wanzhuang looked disgusted, she still casually used a sword aura to cut off the blackwood and threw it at Mo Chengyue's feet.

"Take it away, don't let me see it."

"Okay!"

Mo Chengyue weaved through a hail of bullets.

Taking advantage of the chaos, instead of attacking, he frantically cleaned up the battlefield.

"This is incredible! This is truly incredible!"

Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up.

The four prodigies were attacking relentlessly in front, while he effortlessly picked up the scraps from behind.

This feeling is absolutely amazing!

"Go, Saintess! Senior Brother Xiao is awesome! Young Master Ye is amazing!"

Mo Chengyue even took the time to cheer them on, and incidentally cast an amplification spell on Lin Miaoyin to make her pipa playing even louder.

Lin Miaoyin sneered when she heard Mo Chengyue's shout.

She lightly flicked her fingers, and the sound waves became even more powerful, attempting to overshadow the other three.

however.

Just as these people were getting carried away with the killing and becoming fiercely competitive,

Mo Chengyue suddenly felt that the sensation under his feet was not right.

The hard stone platform seemed to be groaning under the weight.

"Click...click..."

The faint cracking sounds were barely audible, masked by the various explosions.

But Mo Chengyue heard it.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

He suddenly looked down.

The massive platform that held the entire safe zone was now being relentlessly bombarded by the four prodigies.

at last……

It cracked!

A shocking crack was spreading rapidly in all directions from the rock where Lin Miaoyin was standing, visible to the naked eye!

Holy crap!

Mo Chengyue was so frightened that he dropped the half-arm of the battle puppet in his hand.

"Stop hitting me! Stop fucking hitting me!"

"You bunch of good-for-nothings!"

"They're going to tear the house down!"

Mo Chengyue's fierce roar had just been uttered.

boom--!

The last supporting pillar was completely shattered by a high-explosive talisman from Ye Wushang.

The entire suspended platform, along with the hundreds of war puppets on it, the four prodigies who were showing off, and Mo Chengyue who just wanted to pick up trash.

Amidst horrified screams.

It crashed down!

below.

It is an endless abyss of darkness.

"Lin Miaoyin! I'll fuck your grandpa!"

Mo Chengyue's desperate roar echoed for a long time in the abyss.

"Don't drag me down with you if you're going to die!"

"My spirit stones! My materials! I didn't put them in my bag!"

weightlessness.

An absolute feeling of weightlessness enveloped my entire body.

One second there was a deafening explosion and the roar of the war puppets, the next second the world was silenced.

Beneath the abyss lies a chaotic void capable of shredding everything.

"Crush the Apocalypse Token! Now!"

Xie Buci's voice was torn to pieces by the raging wind.

Actually, he didn't need to remind me at all.

In the instant of their fall, the group of once arrogant and overbearing geniuses moved in perfect unison.

He pulled out the sign, crushed it, closed his eyes—a series of smooth, fluid movements.

After all, face is valuable, but prestige is even more precious; if it's for the sake of one's life, both can be abandoned.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Ye Wushang's mournful roar still echoed, a sound of indignation from a pay-to-win player who had spent 80,000 yuan but failed to complete the game.

"My points! My ranking!"

Xiao Fan's eyes were bloodshot; the pride of a reborn person shattered at that moment.

Mo Chengyue was currently in a state of extreme inner turmoil and pain.

With her left hand, she gripped the heavy, bronze-copper-skinned war puppet's head; with her right hand, she reached for the blackwood thigh that was about to fly away.

"We can't lose it! It's all money!"

"If we lose this, all my efforts will have been for nothing! It'll be a huge loss!"

It looked like the giant black maw of the void turbulence was about to bite its rear.

Mo Chengyue gritted his teeth and cursed Jiang Wei's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind. Then, in an extremely contorted posture, he smashed the Heavenly Revelation Token hanging on his chest with his elbow.

"Buzz—!"

A soft yet irresistible white light instantly engulfed everything.

That feeling was like being thrown into a front-loading washing machine, with a powerful bleach called "Spatial Law" added along with it.

The world spun around.

The internal organs are all shifting.

……

Hehuan Sect, Tai Chi Square.

As the venue for the sect's gathering, the place is now packed with people and red flags are waving everywhere.

Thousands of outer disciples who were not qualified to participate in the trial were craning their necks, staring at the huge water mirror in mid-air, their expressions full of interesting details as they watched the endless feast that had been going on for more than a month.

On the water mirror, the final "doomsday escape" of Luoxia Slope is being broadcast live.

"Holy crap! It's collapsed! The entire map has collapsed!"

"This is too brutal! Is this a trial of revelation? This is more like a Nascent Soul cultivator undergoing tribulation!"

"Look! Senior Brother Ye is out!"

A spatial fluctuation followed.

Dozens of beams of light shot into the sky from the massive teleportation array in the center of the plaza.

As the light faded, the group of survivors who had just been "escaping from the temple" were revealed.

However, the art style... is somewhat unbearable to look at.

Ye Wushang, the Holy Son of Tianqing Peak who usually walks with an air of superiority and has his nostrils pointing to the sky, now has disheveled hair.

The once magnificent brocade robe was burned down to just half a sleeve, and the exposed arm was covered in black ash. He was still tightly clutching a handful of broken talismans in his hand.

The reborn Xiao Fan was in an even worse state, covered in blood scabs, and was dry heaving while supporting his knees.

Although sword fanatic Ye Changfeng was standing, his ever-present Tianyuan Sword was trembling, clearly indicating that he was exhausted.

"This...this is our sect's top genius?"

The onlookers fell silent.

This is so embarrassing! Where did the ethereal elegance go? Where did the graceful composure go?

Just then.

In the corner of the teleportation array, four more beams of light lit up.

"Bang! Crash! Splash!"

A cacophony of pots and pans hitting the ground instantly drew everyone's attention.

A large, unidentified object rolled out with a clatter.

Wait until the smoke and dust dissipate.

The thousands of eyes in the audience were instantly stunned.

Mo Chengyue was lying sprawled on the ground, clutching a metal lump with only half a head in his arms, carrying half a piece of still-smoking wood on his back, and even having several unknown metal pipes wrapped around his waist.

And beside him.

Xie Buci maintained his flamboyant pose, even with his hair ornament askew and his clothes torn, he stubbornly held up the broken wine jug and uttered to the air, "Good wine!"

The moment Qin Wanzhuang landed, her expression changed.

She looked at the bluestone slabs under her feet, which were covered in dust from being walked on by people, and then at her own boots, which were stained with mud.

"Dirty".

In a word, cold as ice.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding light of water magic shone forth.

"Water Dragon's Chant - Great Cleansing Technique!"

Whoosh!

Within a ten-meter radius, everything was instantly washed by the high-pressure water gun, even the ants in the cracks in the ground were washed clean.

As for Wenren Ji...

This child is the most honest.

After landing, he calmly took out the half-eaten animal leg from his pocket, blew off the dust, and continued to gnaw on it.