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

Using the momentum of her fall, she pushed the spear tip in another third!

Countless Sanskrit characters exploded from the spear, and the golden scriptures, like chains, eroded inward along the flower demon's wounds!

More than a dozen blood pills exploded simultaneously in the Buddha's light, and the foul-smelling blood and flesh sprayed all over her like a torrential rain!

The flower fairy let out a scream that was completely beyond the limits of any living being!

Its remaining sanity was completely shattered by the Third Prince's attack!

The mangled body began to twist and mutate uncontrollably, and fangs grew from the petals!

Countless eerie green eyes opened on the fleshy pillar, and the vines throughout the entire underground palace began to twitch wildly at the same time!

The Third Prince wanted to pull out the spear and deliver another powerful blow, but the spear tip was tightly gripped by the wildly contracting muscles inside the flower demon's body. He tried to pull it out twice, but it wouldn't budge!

In mid-air, Yun Qingyao watched helplessly as the dark red ray pierced through Mu Tianmiao's chest, and warm blood mist exploded in front of her!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from her face in an instant.

"No! Don't die!"

"Mu Tianmiao, you can't die!"

Ignoring the excruciating backlash from the Violent Spirit Pill in her meridians, she rushed towards the direction where Mu Tianmiao had fallen, reaching out to try and catch him.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch his sleeve, an extremely exaggerated shockwave crashed down from the sky above!

That was the spatial shock generated after the entrance barrier to the secret realm was shattered, carrying with it a violent spiritual power that even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not ignore.

It was like an invisible mountain crashing down on everyone.

Yun Qingyao was violently blasted away by the shockwave, her back slamming into a stone pillar several dozen feet away. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and blood gushed from the corner of her mouth.

Yuantong and several surviving rogue cultivators were also overturned, and even the flower fairy in the distance trembled violently in the shockwave!

Countless vines and tattered petals began to frantically close together!

It felt fear!

It wasn't fear of the cultivators before it, but rather fear of the approaching being outside the secret realm, a being powerful enough to crush its soul!

It wanted to hide itself, to envelop the human whose chest it had pierced and the woman nailed to its fleshy pillar deep within its petals!

The vines surged like a tide, and layer upon layer of petals began to close, engulfing the figures of the Third Prince and Mu Tianmiao in the writhing mass of flesh and blood!

Yun Qingyao slid off the stone pillar and knelt in the pool of blood, her peach blossom eyes filled with a frenzied madness!

She took out all the Explosive Spirit Pills from her earring, five pills in total, and shoved them into her mouth!

The medicine exploded within her body, her meridians felt as if they were being scraped by countless knives at the same time, and blood seeped from all seven orifices, but she could no longer feel the pain!

Driven by the Violent Spirit Pill, the Ethereal Immortal Technique was pushed to its limit, and a cyan sword aura, condensed to almost solid form, was unleashed from her hand!

He cleaved open those dozen or so layers of petals that were closing together with a single sword stroke!

The petals shattered, revealing the writhing dark red flesh inside, but Mu Tianmiao and the Third Prince had already disappeared into the deepest part, which was covered by layers of wrapping!

She tore open a rift with all her might, only to see a sky full of blood mist!

The secret realm has been breached!

The final layer of restrictions sealing the demon vanished completely as the entrance to the secret realm collapsed!

A massive crack appeared in the dome of the underground palace, piercing through the heavens and earth, and boundless spiritual energy poured in from the crack!

The abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth was frantically devoured by the flower demon's body like a whale sucking up water!

Its broken body began to swell, and the destroyed blood pills were regenerating at a visible speed, increasing in number and becoming stronger!

Golden Core Perfection, Half-Step Nascent Soul, Early Nascent Soul Stage... It is advancing!

Chapter Sixty: You Pervert! Don't Read This!

At the entrance to the secret realm, everyone was desperately resisting the violent tremors coming from deep underground.

The ground beneath their feet felt as if it were being repeatedly kneaded by an invisible giant hand, with cracks opening and closing, and each tremor knocking several cultivators to the ground!

Then, an even more exaggerated force came from the sky!

It wasn't a tremor, it wasn't an impact, but rather the entire airspace was shattered from the outside by an unreasonable force!

The protective barrier at the entrance to the secret realm shattered like glass, and the surrounding mountains collapsed in the process, with debris pouring down like a torrential rain!

All the cultivators were slammed to the ground by the aftershocks of this force, their internal organs feeling as if they had been squeezed in someone's hand!

Those with slightly lower cultivation levels immediately coughed up blood!

Just when everyone thought they were about to be crushed alive, another force rose up from beneath their feet!

It was an extremely gentle yet domineering life force. Purple petals began to appear out of thin air, falling like a drizzle on everyone.

Wounds were healing, broken bones were rejoining, and even several rogue cultivators who had just been shattered and whose bodies had turned into blood mist were reforming in the purple light.

The rogue cultivators stared wide-eyed, touching their chests, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

It's Chen Zisu.

She stood suspended above the ruins, arms outstretched, her elegant long dress billowing in the gale, her long purple hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

A purple divine mark, never before revealed to anyone, shone between her brows, and her body was enveloped in a soft yet vast purple light.

That's her domain! Everything is coming back to life!

The legendary realm that can pull the recently deceased back from the brink of death, as long as the soul has not yet dissipated, the death has not been more than a moment, and she still has spiritual power to support it.

The creatures in this realm can't die even if they want to!

The female disciples of the Immortal Shadow Sect had just gotten up from the purple light that brought everything back to life when they shouted at the top of their lungs into the air.

"It's a scam! The secret realm is a scam! Senior Brother is in the deepest part!"

Their voices, choked with sobs, echoed above the ruins.

Upon hearing this, the last trace of warmth vanished from Lin Yanmeng's usually playful eyes.

She gripped the handle of the Sky Hammer with one hand, her aura exploding without reservation.

The spiritual pressure of a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator swept across the entire airspace like a landslide or a tsunami.

Those Golden Core cultivators who had just crawled out of the ruins hadn't even stood up properly when they were so frightened by this terrifying aura that their legs went weak. Those with lower cultivation levels collapsed to the ground and scrambled away to hide.

She didn't bother explaining to anyone. She swept the Sky Hammer to her side, and a tremendous force sent all the remaining fragments of the restriction and the piled-up rubble at the entrance flying.

Several cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were also thrown out of the outer edge of the secret realm.

But the instant the depths of the secret realm were exposed to her divine consciousness, a strange, twisted, and nauseating aura surged up from the deepest part of the earth.

Nascent Soul, Mid-Nascent Soul, Late-Nascent Soul, Divided Spirit...

That aura was rising at an incredible speed.

Lin Yanluo's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the hammer handle.

She remembered how Mu Tianmiao looked when she left...

This is the kind of small fry you encounter deep within the secret realm.

She took a deep breath, picked up the Sky Hammer, and shot off into the depths of the secret realm without looking back!

After regaining their footing from the ruins, the elders of the Qingyun Sect immediately began searching for their disciples in the crowd.

When the elders saw that Bai Lingyin was in a sorry state but at least still alive, their worries were relieved.

The old Taoist priest, distracted, immediately abandoned the idea of ​​going deeper into the secret realm.

The old Taoist priest ordered his disciples to form an array on the spot and do their utmost to heal the remaining disciples of the Qingyun Sect. He said they would deal with the rest later.

The Nascent Soul stage cultivators of the Imperial Court were not so calm.

When several disheveled servants stumbled over, crying and shouting, "His Highness the Third Prince is down there too," the white-haired old prince's expression changed drastically.

Without a word, it transformed into a streak of dark golden light and shot towards the depths of the secret realm.

Master Huiming of Nanshan Temple did not hesitate either.

He clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra. A golden lotus platform appeared beneath his feet, carrying him as he followed the Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Imperial Court into the secret realm.

Then came a streak of blue light!

On the flying boat of the Hehuan Sect, Elder Liu, dressed in pink, was holding a teacup, preparing to take a sip to calm her nerves.

Suddenly I noticed that the window across the street had exploded!

Something flew out of their airship through the window at an incredibly high speed!

The streak of light was so fast that she only had time to see a fleeting afterimage!

Her hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air as she stared at the window outside, which had a large, human-shaped hole in it, and remained silent for several breaths.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "This guy who hitched a ride... he probably won't even pay for the window..."

Mu Tianmiao's consciousness re-formed from the chaos.

Live to the death!

The price of half a level of cultivation is a permanent increase in six-dimensional defense and full stats.

He opened his eyes and the hole that had pierced his chest was gone; the new skin was even tougher than before.

His cultivation level had dropped from the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage back to the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, but at this moment he couldn't care less about the loss of that half-level of cultivation.

All around were writhing, dark red fleshy walls, and beneath his feet was a thick layer of fleshy tissue that was still twitching slightly.

The air was thick with a suffocating stench of decay and blood, and corrosive blood kept seeping from the flesh.

He was swallowed by the flower fairy.

A suppressed panting came from beside me.

The Third Prince knelt on one knee on the bloody ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, clearly having reached his limit.

Mu Tianmiao immediately activated her spiritual power, creating a light golden protective shield around her to block out the continuously dripping corrosive blood.

Just then, the dragon scale armor on the Third Prince's body suddenly emitted a low hum, and the scale-like armor retracted automatically, piece by piece.

The dragon scale armor peeled off her body, eventually transforming into an exquisite necklace that quietly draped between her collarbones.

The spirit of the Dragon Scale Armor had clearly reached its limit and returned to a dormant state on its own.

Beneath her soft armor, she was only wrapped in half a broken breast binder, her alluring breasts exposed without any concealment to the dark red light of the flesh-and-blood space.

The Third Prince's face turned bright red, his hands were tightly clasped to his chest, and he gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a few words.

"Don't look, damn it, you're a pervert..."

Mu Tianmiao took off all his clothes and draped them over her shoulders without any expression.

He really wasn't in the mood to look, even though the scene before him was practically perfect...

A long, slender neck, smooth collarbone lines, and a few faint scars from old injuries visible on her toned waist and abdomen...

And there are also tender, round ones... plus two plum blossoms...

Wow, this tomboy is surprisingly talented...

It's making me hungry!

It's a pity I don't have time to appreciate it now!

But now he only has one thought in his mind: how to get out.

Chapter Sixty-One: Hey! Don't die!

The corrosive nature of the flesh-and-blood space was becoming increasingly strong, and dark red blood was constantly seeping from the flesh walls, already reaching up to the knees of the two men.

The protective shield erected by Mu Tianmiao emitted a piercing sizzling sound as it was corroded by the blood.

The pale golden light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly. The full energy he had just replenished after being resurrected was almost depleted again in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The Third Prince, wrapped in his outer robe, looked at the increasingly thin protective shield and suddenly smiled.