The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

"Sir, you are finally here!"

Meng Wan greeted him enthusiastically and stood obediently behind Xue Wuya, looking like a loyal bodyguard.

Seeing this, Ghost Blade sneered.

"Hey, Xue Wuya, you're still alive? I haven't been here for so long, I thought you died somewhere."

He glanced at Xue Wuya, his tone full of sarcasm.

Xue Wuya's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Ghost Blade calmly and said, "If Ghost Blade Saint cannot survive, he can just die first. Why waste your breath here?"

Ghost Blade grinned and said, "Let me die first. It depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

There was a lot of tension between the two of them.

Yaoheng looked at Xue Wuya with a smile, raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

The crowd watching fell silent, fearing that they would be implicated.

The Holy Son of Strength, Li Potian, was not afraid. She laughed out loud, looking at Gui Ren, then at Xue Wu Ya, with an attitude as if trying to stop the fight.

"You two should both make some concessions. We are all from the same sect, so why do we have to be so confrontational?"

Having said that, he turned and looked at Xue Wuya.

"Wuya, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're a bit aggressive. Don't be fooled by Ghost Blade's venomous words. He actually cares about you."

Hearing this, Ghost Blade couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Sister Potian really understands me. This Xue Wuya is really a bit ungrateful."

Xue Wuya's eyes were slightly cold. This Li Potian was a man who loved to watch the fun and was eager to see him fight with Gui Ren.

Xue Wuya suddenly made a move, and a phantom of a blood mountain appeared in the air, smashing towards Li Po with the force of a mountain pressing down on his head.

Li Potian remained calm and just raised his hand casually, as if he had eyes on his back, and caught the huge phantom of the blood mountain. Then he raised his eyelids and looked at Xue Wuya with interest.

"Wuya, I just said a few words to you, just as a joke, why did you get so angry and start fighting?"

Xue Wuya's eyes became even colder. He exerted force secretly, and the shadow of the blood mountain pressing on Li Potian's hand became heavier, pressing down Li Potian's body and causing it to slowly sink.

Li Potian let out a "tsk" sound, clenched his left fist and gathered strength before pushing it upwards. The entire phantom of the blood mountain shattered into dozens of pieces with a "pop" sound, and flew in all directions.

Among them, a few flying stone phantoms happened to hit several monks who were hiding on the periphery watching the excitement, and easily took their lives.

Li Potian shook his head, his tone regretful, “A few more died. If this continues, the supplies that the sect has found for us will be gone before we reach the third floor.

Wuya, you are still so serious and can't take a joke. I think you should really change your temper."

Xue Wuya waved his hand, took back the remaining flying stone shadows, and glanced coldly at Li Potian.

"I haven't settled the score with you for last time. If you continue to make trouble in front of me, I will kill you first."

Upon hearing this, Li Potian smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Wuya, your temper hasn't changed at all. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere so that everyone wouldn't get bored waiting. Since you don't appreciate it, forget it."

She turned to look at Ghost Blade, her tone teasing.

"Ghost Blade, don't you think so?"

Ghost Blade smiled and nodded, "He is just like that. He doesn't feel tired of being so pretentious all day long. Only that vicious old woman Lu Shao can tolerate his pretense."

"Who are you talking about, old witch?"

Lu Shao happened to arrive near the altar. Upon hearing this, his face immediately turned cold. He raised his hand and summoned a poisonous mist that covered the Ghost Blade.

Guiren calmly flashed and changed his position, then looked at Lu Shao again with a smile.

"Don't you already know? The old witch is talking about you!"

Lu Shao was so angry that her face turned pale. She was old and hated being called old the most.

But Ghost Blade is a bad-mouthed person and likes to poke fun at other people's weaknesses.

"You said I was old, but you can't live that long?"

After Lu Shao finished speaking in a sinister tone, he immediately summoned a large cloud of poisonous fog, which surged towards the Ghost Blade.

However, just as the poisonous fog began to spread, it encountered a group of buzzing poisonous insects.

The poisonous insects devoured the poisonous fog frantically, and soon died with their eyes rolled back.

But as soon as a batch of poisonous insects died, a new batch of poisonous insects quickly replaced them. Soon, the poisonous fog was completely eaten up.

The Saint of Gu Dao, Jincan, collected the dead Gu worm and glanced at Lu Shao with dissatisfaction.

"Lv Shao, are you crazy? Once this poisonous fog spreads, those ordinary cultivators will die."

Lu Shao snorted coldly and crossed her arms, "It doesn't matter. If the ghost blade makes me unhappy, then I will ruin this trial. No one will have an easy time!"

Jincan frowned in disapproval and gave Guiren a warning look, "Guiren, you should also calm down and stop looking for trouble."

Ghost Blade responded lazily, as if he had really taken Golden Silkworm's words to heart.

As the saints stopped, peace returned to the surroundings.

However, the rest of the ordinary monks spontaneously moved to more peripheral areas, fearing that they would be affected by the war again.

Meng Wan watched the confrontation between the saints and lowered her eyes as if thinking about something.

Before, when they were on the first floor, these people were clearly at peace with each other and had no intention of taking action prematurely. Why did they suddenly start fighting now?

Although it was only a small-scale conflict and stopped at the right time, Meng Wan didn't think that these saints would do useless actions for no reason.

She reviewed the entire process and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Heart-eating worm, listen to the voice of the golden silkworm."

"Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, the Heart-Eating Bug immediately used its magical powers to eavesdrop on the golden silkworm's thoughts and relay them to Meng Wan.

"Heh, that idiot Lu Shao is still as brainless as ever. He gets mad at the slightest provocation. Unfortunately, none of the poisonous insects survived this time. We can only try again next time."

Hearing this, Meng Wan thought to herself, as expected.

The other party was indeed coming for Lu Shao's poisonous fog.

I just don’t know what kind of agreement Li Potian and Jin Can reached with Gui Ren that allowed him to help.

Judging from this situation, the situation of her Son and Lu Shao seems to be a little bad.

Seeing that the golden silkworm's inner voice gradually became silent, Meng Wan had an idea and continued to let the Heart-Eating Worm eavesdrop on the thoughts of other people in turn.

Unfortunately, these people kept quiet and did not reveal any useful information.

Meng Wan turned his attention to the monks on the periphery.

Up to now, among the saints of the seven major sects, only the mysterious saint of the Desire Sect has not appeared.

I don’t know what the other party is disguised as or where he is hiding?

Meng Wan asked the Heart-Eating Bug to listen to the thoughts of the monks one by one.

The Heartworm couldn't help but feel a headache. "Master, stealing the voices of others takes a lot of energy. I have already spent a lot of energy just now. Now I can only steal the voices of five more people at most."

Upon hearing this, Meng Wan frowned secretly and stopped the heart-eating worm.

"Forget it, let's wait until we reach the next level or the next level, when most of the other monks are dead."