The Mortal's Path to Immortality

Just as Cao Rui and Ye Li were rushing towards the parking lot, Cheng Li was walking leisurely with several academy disciples on the other side.

However, they did not realize that they had been trapped in a carefully arranged encirclement step by step.

Suddenly, the disciples of the Fiery Abyss appeared in front of Cheng Li and his party and surrounded them.

These "red-haired monsters" winked and looked like they were going to do something bad.

Ten to five, it would be a bit difficult to fight.

Facing such a battle, Cheng Li was not afraid at all. He stared at the group of uninvited guests in front of him with a serious face, and said in a concentrated voice: "Why, do you want to bully us by relying on your numbers?"

In fact, in Cheng Li's heart, he did not think that these red-haired monsters really dared to act easily.

After all, this is the Netherworld Ghost Cave, and its defense force is by no means ordinary.

Moreover, it was the eve of the Battle Cultivation Festival, and all forces were wary. Under normal circumstances, how could they allow the cultivators participating in the festival to do whatever they wanted?

I was afraid that as soon as the fight started, the cultivators in charge of patrolling the Netherworld would immediately come and stop it.

However, to Cheng Li's surprise, the disciple who was leading the Fiery Abyss did not respond to his words, but clapped his hands lightly.

Then, several spiritual treasures flashing with strange light flew out of the hands of the disciples of the Fiery Abyss and quickly scattered.

In the blink of an eye, these spiritual treasures connected and intertwined with each other, forming a light blue light shield, like an indestructible cage, covering Cheng Li and others and the group of red-haired monsters in this small area.

Cheng Li was shocked when he saw this.

He never thought that the other party could use the spiritual treasures so skillfully to lay such a powerful formation!

The formation formed by the spiritual treasures is rare.

What is the function of this formation?

Without further ado, he made a prompt decision and quickly drove the spiritual treasure in his hand to launch a full-strength attack on the light shield.

There was a loud "hum" sound, and the whole space seemed to tremble.

However, the seemingly fragile light shield only trembled slightly, and then recovered as before, without any sign of breaking.

Obviously, the barrier formation formed by these spiritual treasures cannot be broken in a short time.

The leading disciple of the Fiery Abyss had a sly smile on his face and chuckled.

Then, the ten disciples of the Fiery Abyss tacitly displayed their power's iconic fire attribute magical powers together.

In an instant, a series of brilliant and dazzling red flames swept in like surging waves, tightly wrapping Cheng Li and others.

You know, the fire attribute magical power that the Fiery Abyss is good at is extremely terrifying.

Not only that, the formation formed by the spiritual treasures at this moment can greatly enhance the power of these fire attribute magical powers.

In the blink of an eye, a blazing and extremely hot sea of ​​fire has taken shape, and the temperature around it has risen rapidly, as if even the air is about to be ignited.

However, Cheng Li is not the kind of person who can only talk.

As a direct disciple of a Mahayana cultivator, his own strength and combat ability are naturally not to be underestimated.

Facing the fierce fire in front of him, Cheng Li was not panicked, and decisively raised his hands. Two spiritual treasures emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations came out in response, surrounding his body and forming a solid shield.

At the same time, he did not forget to take care of the four fellow brothers and sisters who had been following him in the world, and included them in the protection range of the spiritual treasures.

"Quick! Transfer all the mana in your body to me!" Cheng Li shouted loudly.

"Fuck! If this continues, we will all be roasted into jerky!" A disciple shouted in horror.

Although Cheng Li resisted accepting the cruel reality in front of him like a raging sea in his heart, he was not a fool. He had realized that he and his companions had undoubtedly fallen into the trap set by the enemy!

Even so, Cheng Li was not panicked to the point of confusion.

Because he knew very well that rashly committing murder at the moment when the battle was about to begin was like slapping the face of the high-level officials of the Netherworld in front of everyone.

Therefore, even if the other party had ill intentions, they would never dare to kill so wantonly and openly.

But what puzzled Cheng Li was that these insidious and cunning guys trapped them by the fire, what exactly did they want?

Is it just to suppress their face?

Just as Cheng Li was thinking hard, he heard the leading disciple from the Flame Abyss yelling: "Be sensible, hand over your number plates obediently, and we will let you leave safely!"

Hearing this, Cheng Li was slightly startled, and then fell into a brief contemplation.

In a moment, he suddenly realized it.

It turned out that these guys had such a wishful thinking!

You know, not long ago, the Netherworld Ghost Cave had solemnly stated in public when distributing number plates that if someone accidentally lost the number plate, not only would it not be reissued, but even the qualification to participate in this event would be ruthlessly deprived.

Presumably, the moment the Flame Abyss got the news, it couldn't wait to plan a conspiracy to snatch the tokens from the disciples of the North Sea Holy Land.

Sure enough, they were all prepared in advance.

"Dream on!" Cheng Li shouted angrily, his voice like a bell, shaking the air around him slightly.

The situation at this time was extremely unfavorable for them. Ten against five was already at a disadvantage. What was even more terrible was that the magical powers displayed by the opponent came from the same sect, and they could be integrated with each other, thus superimposing their power layer by layer.

In this situation, even Cheng Li, who was always tough, couldn't help but feel a bit tricky.

At this moment, Cheng Li's magic power was almost used to resist the blazing flames, and there was no extra power to deal with other attacks.

The four disciples beside him looked even more embarrassed. They could only lean against him tightly, pass their magic power to him, and desperately use the light emitted by his magic treasure to protect their bodies to avoid being burned by the extremely hot flame magic.

At this time, looking from afar, you can see that several monks from the Netherworld are rushing towards this side.

Seeing this, Cheng Li's face suddenly showed a glimmer of hope.

However, before he could be happy for too long, he saw a disciple of the Fiery Abyss flashing and rushing up like a ghost.

This person said bluntly: "Don't worry, seniors, we will not take their lives, but just want to consume them before the battle, it should not be a foul."

Hearing this, the Netherworld Ghost Realm monks who originally planned to come to help actually stopped, stood with their chests folded, and stood aside to watch coldly, as if this fight had nothing to do with them.

Obviously, these people have made up their minds that as long as they have not reached the point of roasting Cheng Li and others alive, they will never stop them.

"Fuck, they are really a group of evil ghosts!" Facing such an unexpected situation, Cheng Li cursed in his heart.

He never thought that he would encounter such a completely unconventional and rule-breaking thing at this critical moment.

The cultivators of the Netherworld Ghost Cave must have become stupid from absorbing the Netherworld's vitality!

For a moment, his originally calm heart began to become a little flustered.

In this way, even if they did not surrender and hand over their number plates, they would be burned and seriously injured.

The grand event was about to begin, and being seriously injured at this time was no different from handing over their number plates.

This group of disciples from the Fiery Abyss was really well calculated.

"Brother Li, hold on a little longer, I have sent a distress message to Sister Ye Li and the others!"

"The formation here should be broken from the outside, as long as Sister Ye Li and the others come over, we can successfully break the formation and get out!" A disciple standing behind Cheng Li said expectantly.

However, Cheng Li rolled his eyes in annoyance and retorted: "Who allowed you to notify that guy Ye Li?"

Although he was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, he knew in his heart that at this moment, asking Ye Li and the others to come to help was indeed the only way to solve the current dilemma.

When the ten of them work together, maybe they will have a chance to fight back.

If they ask the master for help, it means that the situation will develop to an irreversible point.

After all, once the master, who is a cultivator in the fusion stage, intervenes, this incident will be declared over, and there will be no qualification to fight back at all.

Cheng Li naturally does not want to see such a situation happen.

As time goes by, more and more cultivators are watching.

Especially those cultivators who participated in this battle cultivation event, almost most of them rushed here after hearing the news.

When they heard that the Fiery Abyss secretly calculated the disciples of the North Sea Ice Field, and even the number plate could be taken away in advance, they were all shocked.

After learning that the Nether Ghost Den was open to this behavior and discovered the huge loopholes in it, many cultivators in the event immediately realized that they were in a dangerous situation like a dark forest.

In this way, each team seemed to have a telepathic connection, and they quickly moved away from each other in a tacit and rapid manner.

Each team was cautious and focused, fearing that they would fall into the traps carefully set by other teams and suffer the same calculations and fierce attacks as the team from the North Sea Holy Land.

And the monks of the allied forces were more proactive.

Relying on their large numbers, they began to cast hostile eyes at the surrounding teams, as if a group of hungry wolves were staring at their prey.

All the monks participating in the event knew that in this fierce competition, only by eliminating as many competitors as possible can they increase their chances of obtaining precious combat training quotas.

Any team that appeared in the field of vision may become the next target of attack.

At this moment, the whole scene was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere, and only a line of fire could trigger the explosive barrel.

Seeing this, the monks of the Netherworld Ghost Cave who were setting up stalls around packed up their stalls and left the scene.

Damn it, there was still a long time before the event started, why did they suddenly fight?

If you get involved with these guys, your belongings will be damaged, and there will be no place to seek compensation!

In the blink of an eye, only more than 30 teams participating in the battle and cultivation event were left at the scene.

In the center of the Netherworld Ghost Domain filled with rolling black fog, a towering ghost tower stood tall.

This ghost tower was as black as ink, exuding a frightening and strange aura, as if it was a passage connecting the Yin and Yang worlds.

At this time, on the platform at the top of the ghost tower, a group of high-level monks from the Netherworld Ghost Realm, dressed in black robes and with stern faces, gathered.

They stared sharply at the scene taking place near the war cultivation gathering in the distance.

"Elder Ghost, are we just going to watch them do whatever they want and not stop them?" A monk in the integration stage turned his head and looked at the figure standing in front of everyone, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

The man known as the Ghost Elder was tall and dressed in a black robe that fluttered in the wind, adding a sense of mystery.

Only a pair of deep eyes were exposed under his mask, and his gaze was as cold as the water of a cold pool, making people dare not look directly into it.

Ghost is one of the elders of the Ghost Realm. His strength has reached the Mahayana stage and he can be said to be the top powerhouse in this region.

At the same time, he is also the elaborate organizer of this war repair event.

Hearing the question from the monk in the integration stage, the ghost slowly looked away, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile: "Since these people have the guts to come to my ghost realm, they must leave a An unforgettable impression.”

Having said that, he once again looked down at the increasingly tense scene, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of anticipation for what would happen next.

This kind of event that develops wantonly outside the rules is the easiest to attract attention.

"Hmph! Who said that the war cultivation event must be held on time as scheduled?" Ghost snorted coldly and continued, "Sometimes, breaking the rules can bring unexpected surprises and gains."

However, this time the war cultivation event was not going to be held in the usual way.

Because of this war cultivation event, there were not many talented young people emerging from Netherworld.

As a result, there may be little hope of achieving excellent results in individual competitions.

Therefore, Ghost had to place more expectations on the team competition, hoping that his side could win back a victory with the help of teamwork.

However, if there are enough outstanding disciples in this year's Netherworld Ghost, the Netherworld Ghost may still use the classic mechanism used in previous events-the single-player challenge points system.

Because the true strength of the top thirty combat cultivators determined through this method is absolutely undisputed and unquestionable.

"Keep an eye on it. Don't cause any harm to anyone before the official start, so as not to fall into the trap of the truth." Ghost said.

"I understand, there are already dozens of Fusion Stage monks watching the scene." The Fusion Stage monk behind him replied.

...

"Damn Ye Li, why aren't you here yet?"

Cheng Li felt that he could no longer hold on any longer and that all the magic power in his body was gone.

This feeling of being pressed down and beaten without being able to fight back is really unpleasant!

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