Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Xuan Qingli was also thinking about ways to break through. The monsters were particularly afraid of the Thunder Pill.

They don't have any disciples with thunder spiritual roots here.

"Xiaowei, how many Rolling Thunder Pills do you have left?" Xuan Qingli thought of how the monsters were afraid of this pill last time, and that water-guided lightning and the poison pills of the Jiuhua Poison Sect were also useful.

"There are still a few bottles, which makes a total of more than 300 pills." I had to persuade Elder Mingxiang for a long time before he agreed to help me stop it.

Xuan Qingli made a plan:

The pitchers made by Linglong Sect randomly dropped explosive pills on the periphery to disrupt the monsters' absorption of moonlight essence and attract firepower.

The disciples with water spiritual roots let go of their water at the moment of the Thunder Pill's explosion. The poison pills of the Jiuhua Poison Sect and the realgar powder of the Medicine Sect also took the opportunity to move, throwing as much as they could.

They wanted to catch the monster off guard and then take this opportunity to get to the big tree in the center.

Disciples from other sects should throw away whatever they have in their hands and remember not to get entangled with the monsters. Their primary goal is to reach the intersection of the big tree in the middle.

Everyone nodded and agreed to this plan.

Xuan Qingli was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. His green wooden whip kept waving. With the explosion of the blasting pill and the thunder pill, the monster was stunned by the sudden attack.

The water of the disciples with water spiritual roots surged like waves, submerging the monster. The effect of the Thunder Pill was extremely great, and the monster began to tremble non-stop in an instant.

The monsters’ painful roars continued to ring out.

Linglongmen's pitchers kept throwing explosive pills all around, and the fog and smoke made the scene look chaotic.

Only the big trees illuminated by the moonlight emitted a faint light, guiding everyone in the direction of progress.

Poison pills and realgar powder were also thrown out, poisonous gas filled the air and the monster's movements became slow.

I released the frosty air to open a path for Xuan Qingli, followed by Yuan Jin and Yuan Mo. The disciples of Yi Yang Sect held swords and kept blocking the snake's tail.

Everyone worked together and rushed to the intersection of the big trees while the monster had no time to react.

"quick!"

"Don't hold back!"

The monsters gradually reacted and began to rush towards us, roaring angrily.

Xuan Qingli was the first to feel this pressure at the front. The monster closest to the intersection of the big trees was the most powerful, and its body was much larger than that at the back.

He had no choice but to recite Buddhist scriptures silently. Buddha's light shone on his body, and the monsters around him retreated again and again.

The Buddha's light will burn the ghost and death energy on their bodies, and the monsters will feel great pain.

The disciples of Medicine Sect also followed Xuan Qingli in silently reciting Buddhist scriptures to delay the pace of the monsters.

The disciples of Yi Yang Sect and Fu Long Sect ran to the front of Xuan Qingli to clear a path. They didn't care about the degree of wear and tear of the swords or the poison on the monsters, they just kept clearing a path for everyone.

We all worked together and didn't dare to slack off at all.

Xiahou Huihui of Yaozong still felt exhausted even with the protection of Zhang Shanting. She accidentally retracted the snake's tail and almost fell out of the protection circle.

"Huihui." Zhang Shanting leaped over and pulled.

His back was completely exposed to the monster, and he retracted its two snake tails. The blood in his body instantly boiled.

But Zhang Shanting did not dare to let go of the hand that was protecting Xiahou Huihui.

"Senior Brother Shan Ting." Xiahou Huihui's eyes were red, but now was not the time to cry. She took the alchemy furnace and smashed it at the monster. Her anger and heartache seemed to give her endless energy.

Each of them had injuries to varying degrees, and no one dared to stop.

The Netherworld Sect controlled the corpses of dead monsters and formed a vacuum zone around them. The spiritual energy in their bodies was almost exhausted.

The Qi-replenishing pills simply cannot resist the speed at which the spiritual energy is consumed.

You You of the Netherworld Gate's face turned pale, and all the corpses he controlled fell down, and he was almost there.

Youyou bit his tongue cruelly and came to his senses instantly.

"Young Master, hold on." Elder Guihuo stepped forward and held Youyou's shoulders. Just now, another elder of the Netherworld Sect had sacrificed his life to protect the young master.

They couldn't let this kindness down.

Everyone gritted their teeth and persevered. Xuan Qingli's face turned pale. With his current level of cultivation, it would consume too much energy to display the Buddha's light for a long time.

Fortunately, the intersection of the big trees was just ahead, just a few steps away.

With these few steps, everyone seems to have gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the dawn of victory is just ahead.

"Hurry, you go first, don't waste time." Xuan Qingli's hand passed through the junction of the big trees, and a strong smell of ghosts and death came from it.

It is consistent with the aura of these monsters.

The frosty air combined with Xuan Qingli's Buddha light had an incredibly good effect. The monsters didn't dare to move forward at all. They bared their teeth, and their fangs were clearly visible.

Death energy continuously came out of the monster's mouth, eroding the Buddha's light.

The surrounding monsters continued to press forward, posing a huge threat. As everyone stepped into the intersection of the trees one by one, Xuan Qingli's pressure was reduced.

He put away the Buddha's light, turned around and walked into the intersection of the big trees.

The roar of the monster behind him completely disappeared. The scene in front of him was very gloomy. The air was filled with a foul smell, and many tooth marks of corpses were clearly visible on the ground.

There was blood and flesh everywhere, only the stone tablet in the distance was emitting fluorescence, guiding everyone in the direction of advance.

"Let's go quickly. When daybreak comes, the monsters will return and we won't have the energy to come again." Xuan Qingli watched everyone resting in place, but they didn't have much time left.

They probably had about an hour left, so everyone supported each other as they headed towards the stone tablet.

In this battle, three people from the Yi Yang Sect died, while two people from the Yao Sect and the Fo Sect died each.

The Fulong Sect, Linglong Sect, Youming Sect and Jiuhua Poison Sect each sacrificed one person.

The battle was brutal. There were only seventeen trial-takers left in the "Seven-story Pagoda Secret Realm", and no one knew what was waiting for them on the next level.

The area around the stone tablet was very clean, and no monsters had ever set foot here. Everyone sat on the ground, gasping for breath, not caring about their image.

Xuan Qingli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the contents on the stone tablet.

Hidden within the cold and gloomy surface is the source of the monster's corruption. Each trial participant needs to find two source stones, which exist in various places.

Be very careful, those who are distracted may also fall.

Wish you guys good luck.

"Fallen Source Stone?" Why did Xuan Qingli feel like he was talking about Original Magic Stone, like the Original Magic Stone that Xiaowei had before.

Those monsters really looked like demons. No matter how ugly ordinary monsters were, they would not look like them. They looked like two different monsters stitched together.

"Let's recover our spiritual power first. I can't leave. The snake's tail just broke my arm." Zeng Fanjiang of Fulongmen gritted his teeth and connected it himself.

"I can hardly lift my hands. I haven't felt so miserable in a long time." Ling Jing's sword was no longer presentable, and he felt extremely distressed.

The others stopped talking and rested around the stone tablet.

"Drink it." I handed the thousand-year-old purple bamboo nectar to Xuan Qingli's mouth.

He is the kind of person who will never say how tired he is and wants to handle everything by himself.

"Drink it quickly, you don't want me to feed you, do you?" My stock is scarce, if you drink a little, it will be less. I am reluctant to give it to others.

Didn’t you see that Shang Xichen’s dog nose was super sensitive and he kept looking over here?