Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

The divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator is like an invisible thread, instantly traversing ten thousand mountains!

It landed precisely on Lin Yanluo, who was outside the entrance to the secret realm.

"Lin Yanluo".

Lin Yanluo, who was idly smashing vines with a Sky-Piercing Hammer outside the entrance to the secret realm, was startled by the cold female voice that suddenly rang in her mind.

I almost threw the hammer away.

Chen Zisu, who was standing next to her, was squatting on the ground studying a contaminated spiritual plant sample, her long purple hair hanging down to the ground.

Seeing her suddenly scrambling to steady the hammer, Chen Zisu looked up and gave her a questioning look.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Unruly Hammer

Chen Zisu watched as Lin Yanluo's expression visibly transformed from a carefree, childlike look into a serious and earnest one she had never seen before, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

In all the years she had known Lin Yanluo, she had never seen this little dwarf show such an expression, except when the furnace exploded during a failed weapon forging attempt.

After Lin Yanluo finished transmitting her voice and whispered Li Xizhao's words, Chen Zisu's gentle face also darkened.

That kid used the sword intent of the Nascent Soul stage in the Golden Core Secret Realm!

That means something deep within the secret realm has driven him to the brink of despair!

The young sect leader who patted her shoulder with a grin on the flying boat and told her not to worry is now fighting desperately with the sect leader's sword intent!

Lin Yanluo didn't say a word more, and turned to fly towards the airspace where various sects were gathered.

The Sky Hammer rested on her shoulder, and the dark patterns on its head lit up layer by layer. With each step she took, the void beneath her feet trembled slightly.

The aura of the ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator was no longer concealed, and it pressed down on the spiritual platforms of everyone present like a collapsing mountain!

This caused many people with lower cultivation levels to turn pale on the spot, and even their breathing became more rapid!

She stood among the various sects' flying boats, speaking coldly, her voice not loud but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Among all of you here, has anyone come out from inside? Not even a rogue cultivator?"

The leaders of the various sects looked at each other, while the independent cultivators whispered among themselves. After a moment, they all shook their heads.

It was only at this moment that everyone belatedly realized a problem they had never thought about before.

More than half a day has passed since the secret realm opened, and at least a thousand cultivators have entered.

Yet, for most of the day, not a single person left early because they had gained nothing.

This is illogical.

Even the best secret realm can't keep everyone from leaving, unless... it's not that they don't want to leave, it's that they can't!

Lin Yanluo snorted coldly. Her voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone present's minds tremble.

She took the Sky Hammer off her shoulder with one hand, pointed the hammerhead at the sealed barrier at the entrance to the secret realm, and spoke in a tone as cold as if she were delivering a verdict.

"I'm going to bang on the door, so get out of here, or I'll warn you."

Before she finished speaking, her aura surged once more!

Ninth level of Divine Transformation, Divine Transformation Perfection!

The bottleneck that had trapped countless geniuses seemed to have no place in front of her. Her aura surged like a wild horse, heading straight for the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage!

The dark patterns on the surface of the hammer lit up layer by layer, as if some kind of seal was being broken one by one!

The already ridiculously large hammer expanded wildly in her hands, transforming in the blink of an eye into a hundred-foot-long hammer with its head blotting out the sky!

The spiritual light flowing across the hammer bathed the entire airspace in a dark gold hue!

The sky suddenly changed color!

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, rolling like ink. Lightning snakes darted and hissed through the clouds. A thick bolt of lightning struck the Sky-Supporting Hammer with a crack, but was directly absorbed by the hammer and turned into electric light flowing on its surface!

"Elder Lin, have you gone mad!" A gray figure flashed out from the flying boat of the Qingyun Sect. It was an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, with a cultivation level of mid-stage Nascent Soul. His Taoist robe was embroidered with the golden cloud pattern of the Qingyun Sect.

He flicked his whisk and shouted sharply.

"This hammer blow will break the restrictions of the secret realm, but the entire spatial structure of the secret realm will collapse!"

"With the spiritual veins severed, there is no possibility for any spiritual plants to grow here anymore. The spiritual plants and seeds within a radius of a hundred miles will become extinct, causing irreversible damage to the resource cycle of the Eight Desolations!"

Lin Yanluo didn't even glance at him.

She gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and the Sky Hammer expanded once more, with spiritual light surging out from its body, no longer able to be suppressed!

Everyone present couldn't help but recall her signature skill!

The reason why Wanren Qianshan removed her from the list was not because she could not create a righteous magic weapon, but because when she created this move, she smashed a mountain with a single blow!

That mountain was later called Broken Soul Ridge by the locals, and to this day it is barren!

This move is called "Lawless and Unruly"!

Deep within the underground palace, Mu Tianmiao unleashed his sword strike.

The sword intent of the Nascent Soul stage within the Flowing Shadow Sword erupted completely, and the golden sword light of the celestial being flying from beyond the heavens merged with the wisp of sword intent left by Li Xizhao in the sword!

It transformed into a golden rainbow that pierced through the heavens and earth, slashing fiercely at the distorted face in the very center of the flower demon's face!

The power of that sword strike had surpassed the realm of the Golden Core stage; the space itself was slightly distorted wherever the sword light passed!

The dark red vines on the dome of the underground palace were crushed into dust by the sword, and even the blood mist in the air was split in two!

The flower fairy let out a shriek!

It was no longer the murderous roar of before, but a scream composed purely of pain and fear!

The golden sword light slashed in from the center of its face, cutting its entire body downwards!

The hundreds of blood pills on the petals exploded at the same moment, and the burst flesh and blood poured down like a torrential rain, turning the entire underground palace into a scarlet sea of ​​blood!

Broken chunks of flesh and dark purple petal fragments mingled together, piling up in a thick layer on the ground, while foul-smelling blood seeped over everyone's ankles!

The aftershocks of that shriek spread out as if they were real!

Several rogue cultivators at the Golden Core stage were slammed against the wall by the sonic wave, their protective spiritual shields shattering like eggshells, and they coughed up blood!

Yuantong's worldly realm and the Golden Light Mantra were interrupted at the same time. The Buddha's light flickered in the shriek. His tiger's mouth was shaken and blood was gushing out. The wooden stick almost flew out of his hand!

But he gritted his teeth, activated all seven of his spiritual energy seas simultaneously, and forcibly restored the domain. The golden light shone again, making his round face as pale as paper!

He stared at the crimson sea of ​​blood and flesh churning before him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times, almost vomiting on the spot!

The Third Prince knelt on one knee in the pool of blood, the golden dragon shadow around him had shrunk to just enough to protect her alone!

His dragon-scale armor was stained with blood, whether from the flower fairy or his own, and his arm gripping the hilt of the sword trembled uncontrollably!

Several unwilling Golden Core cultivators continued their attack with all their might.

The shimmering light of magical artifacts and the chilling glint of sword energy rose and fell in the blood-red sea, each strike landing squarely on the flower demon's mangled body.

Although the flower demon was severely injured by Mu Tianmiao's Heavenly Flying Immortal Sword, it had accumulated power within this seal for countless years, and the foundation of hundreds of blood pills could not be completely wiped out in a single blow.

It roared, and the remaining dozen or so blood pills lit up again, and the flesh at the wound was wriggling and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yun Qingyao took out a dark red pill from her storage earring and popped it into her mouth without hesitation.

The Violent Spirit Pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, unleashing a violent burst of medicinal power within her meridians, causing the spiritual energy in her dantian to surge by nearly 50%.

But at the same time, a tearing pain also came from my meridians.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, but there was no hesitation in her peach blossom eyes.

The Azure Frost Sword trembled rapidly in her palm, and the ethereal sword formation unfolded once more, with hundreds of azure sword lights pouring down on the flower fairy like a torrential rain.

Each sword strike left deep, bone-revealing wounds on the regenerating flesh.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Don't Die...!

The Third Prince stood up from the pool of blood and glanced at his sword.

The blade is already covered with fine cracks; if it's used any longer, it'll probably break...

But I can't worry about that now. At worst, I can just go back and start over... The most important thing right now is to stay alive!

She decisively sheathed her sword, turned to Yuantong, and shouted, "Monk! Give me a push!"

Yuantong looked down at the faded wooden stick in his hand.

This is no ordinary item!

This is a branch broken off from a Bodhi tree!

This Bodhi branch looks like a fire poker, but it is actually an indestructible and spiritually powerful Buddhist treasure!

He tossed the wooden stick into the air, his hands swiftly forming a hand seal, and a palm strike of the Heaven-Turning Seal landed precisely on the end of the Bodhi branch!

The Heaven-Turning Seal was originally an offensive technique, but he only used its thrust, converting all the force of the attack into pure kinetic energy!

He then poured all the golden Buddhist power from the remaining six spiritual energy seas into the Bodhi branch, and the wooden stick rapidly transformed in the Buddhist light!

It transformed into a long spear entirely gilded, with dense Sanskrit mantras flowing along its shaft, the tip pointing directly at the flower fairy's face, which was undergoing rebirth!

Use this!

With a wave of his hand, Yuantong sent the Bodhi Spear flying towards the Third Prince like a golden meteor!

The moment the Third Prince grasped the Bodhi Spear, he knew that this thing was definitely not an ordinary object.

It felt warm and smooth to the touch, yet as light as a feather. The Sanskrit incantations on the spear swirled and danced in her palm, creating a strange resonance with the spiritual power within her.

Before the force of Yuantong's Heaven-Turning Seal had dissipated, golden Buddhist power enveloped her body, and like a meteorite being thrown out, she shot towards the very center of the flower demon.

She adjusted her posture in mid-air, gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands, and poured all her strength and spiritual power into the spear tip.

She wasn't very good with a gun. This move was a family secret technique passed down through the Imperial Court, and she had only learned the basics and had never used it in actual combat.

But there's no time to worry about that now.

The golden dragon shadow surged out of her body once again. This time it did not go berserk, but instead gently coiled around the Bodhi Spear, with the dragon's head and the spear tip becoming one!

It transformed into a golden rainbow that stretched across the heavens and the earth!

A dragon pierces the sun!

The spear tip pierced the very center of the flower demon's broken stamen, and dragon-shaped spiritual power and Buddhist Sanskrit erupted simultaneously, with golden light and dragon roars intertwined!

The flower fairy's body was blasted into a bloody mess of fragments!

As Mu Tianmiao finished his Heavenly Flying Immortal technique, the Divine Transformation Sword Intent on the Flowing Shadow Sword was exhausted, and the sword returned to its transparent silver-white state.

He glanced back at what was behind him.

Yun Qingyao stood suspended in mid-air, her body surrounded by azure sword light flowing like a galaxy. A few drops of flower demon's blood stained her cold face, but it could not conceal her sharp beauty, which was almost like that of a goddess.

Further away, the Third Prince was being thrown backward from the center of the explosion, the golden light on the Bodhi Spear still lingering.

Two women, one attacking from a distance and the other fighting in close combat.

He took a deep breath, gripped the Flowing Shadow Sword, and prepared to strike again.

The flower fairy's brow suddenly lit up.

It was a dense, almost black, dark red light that was frantically compressed and condensed in the very center of its broken face, its target aimed directly at the most dazzling figure in mid-air!

Yun Qingyao!

It hated that sword energy, hated those cyan sword lights that shredded its flesh and blood inch by inch!

They didn't even prioritize dealing with Mu Tianmiao, who had caused them the most damage!

That's too late!

The light was moving so fast that he didn't even have time to shout a warning!

A burst of sword light flashed beneath Mu Tianmiao's feet as he traversed dozens of feet, directly blocking Yun Qingyao's path!

The dark red ray struck his chest precisely, shattering his protective aura like paper. His robes were instantly burned with a hole the size of a bowl, followed by his skin, muscles, and ribs!

The ray pierced through his chest and down his back, carrying a plume of warm blood mist that shot out from behind and into the darkness behind him!

Mu Tianmiao's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the Flowing Shadow Sword in his hand slipped and fell into the churning pool of blood below!

The Third Prince's Bodhi Spear was firmly embedded in the center of the Flower Demon's fleshy pillar, and she gripped the spear shaft with both hands!