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Chapter 53

Before Jing Yingrong's left foot fell, Jijie Pen said: "This thing can't bear your cultivation."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Jijie Pen: "Do you need my help?"

Jing Yingrong: "No need."

The moment the heavenly ranks collapsed, a silvery white flashed in Jing Yingrong's eyes.

As a result, in a short to negligible time, the entire Tianjie was restored.

Then it breaks down, then recovers, breaks down again, and recovers again...

It's not so much about restoration as it is about the destroyed stairs being replaced by new ones, and the formations, restrictions, and runes on them are all the same.

But in an instant, she had copied tens of millions of heavenly steps.

Destruction and creation are still constantly alternating.

But the people walking on the heavenly steps didn't notice it at all.

The silver-white color in Jing Yingrong's eyes flickered, as if an extremely small light mirror was hidden, and in the mirror surface was the incomparably wide step reaching the sky.

Everyone, including the many powerhouses in Taichu Guan who were present, did not notice any clues.

The first pass on the heavenly ladder has been activated.

Numerous formation patterns lit up on the stairs, and in the formation patterns, phantoms of monsters condensed by spiritual energy appeared.

The phantom bodies of these monsters are translucent, and the ferocious animal nature exuded is exactly the same as that of real monsters, but their strength is far inferior.

But hearing the roar of the beast like thunder changed the color of the situation, and the endless tide of beasts rushed towards the monks on the heavenly ranks.

"Run!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"What are you running for? It's over if you kill it."

"Why so many!"

Some people were in chaos, gritting their teeth and climbing against the oppressive force of the heavenly steps, intending to shake off the herd of beasts attacking from behind;

The phantoms of monsters are of different strengths, the strong ones go to monks with high cultivation bases, and the weak ones go to monks with low cultivation bases.Although their strength is far inferior to real monsters, they are not so easy to deal with when the cultivator's cultivation is suppressed by the heavens.

The phantom will not cause real damage to the monks, but if they are allowed to attack without resisting, they will be devoured of spiritual power, depleted of physical strength, and will be delayed for time.So once you are entangled by phantom and cannot get rid of it, you can only choose to kill it. However, killing phantom will also consume spiritual energy and physical strength.Therefore, whether to fight or flee, how to choose depends on the monk himself.

"Everyone get together, line up, take turns to kill, take turns to rest, pay attention to conserve energy!"

Tang Zhile shouted loudly.

Everyone in the Zhenwu Academy gathered in response to the sound, maintaining their formation and moving upward slowly and steadily while killing monsters.

There are many monks forming a team, or three, or five, or more.

There was that wealthy monk who slashed his spiritual power to kill the phantoms of monsters, and then supplemented his spiritual and physical strength with high-grade pills.Or sprinkle a lot of talismans to drive back the surrounding beasts.

There are also monks, pushing people around, using others as shields to block the phantoms of monsters, and climbing up desperately by themselves.

There are also monks who were completely submerged by the beast tide, isolated and helpless, exhausted of spiritual power, and exhausted physically, unable to move forward, and had no choice but to apply for withdrawal.

Amidst the chaos, there were a few people who seemed particularly leisurely.

Black flames surrounded Yin Xueze's body, and wave after wave of beasts rushed towards him, but turned into nothingness when they touched the black flames.He climbed up the steps step by step, his pace was not fast, but not stagnant.

A light wheel rises behind Wu Yaochen, the light wheel is full of golden light, and the red flame rises up, like a bright sun, wherever the sun shines, the phantoms of monsters that rush at them all howl and disappear.He climbed the steps in a leisurely manner, as if he was leisurely walking.

Zhao Jinxu was not with a few of his servants, he held a formation plate in his hand, the power of the formation protected him steadily, and all the phantoms of monsters were bounced away.

There is a woman with a graceful figure, with lotus growing under her feet every step of the way, the lotus blooms, and the monsters retreat.

There was a strong man with a body like a hill, who was bitten by the phantom of a monster, and was blasted to death by the vigorous flesh and blood essence.

There is a monk who is as petite as a girl, and the golden bell on his wrist is ringing crisply, and the phantom of the monster approaching is staggering as if drunk, making it difficult to move.

"Are those people still human?"

"Everyone's cultivation has been suppressed, how can they be so relaxed?"

"Stupid you, which of them achieves their strength only by cultivation? Our foundation building period is the foundation building period, and others' foundation building period is not just the foundation building period."

"People are more popular than dead people."

"Hey, look at that one over there, what is she doing?"

"That person... seems to be that mirror mirror?"

Jing Yingrong was also surrounded by a large group of phantom monsters, and they were all the most powerful group.

Phantoms of monster beasts continuously surged up, submerging her like a tide, and countless translucent beast bodies piled up together, showing a tendency to materialize.

They roared, bitten, and cast various spells, and the roar of the beasts shook the sky, resounding through the sky.

What is Mirror Yingrong doing?

She did nothing.

She just climbed the stairs calmly, without changing the expression on her face.

The people of Zhenwu Academy paid attention to Jing Yingrong's situation while they were busy.

"Doesn't she know that she will suffer? You have to find a way to tell her?"

"How can I not know, the loss of spiritual and physical strength will not be unfeeling."

Tang Zhile waved the magic weapon to wipe out several monster phantoms, and shouted: "Don't worry about her, worry about yourself! Hey, be careful not to fall behind!"

No amount of phantoms of monsters could hinder Jing Yingrong. In the end, a hill made up of phantoms of monsters was formed in her position. She was the core of the hill, driving the whole hill to move continuously.

Jisha Sword: "Aren't you an eyesore?"

Jing Yingrong: "I don't think so."

The silvery white sparkle in her eyes did not stop.

The people of Taichu Guan watched in mid-air and exchanged a few words from time to time.

"Jing Yingrong is so big, I think it won't last long."

"That's not necessarily the case. According to her performance in the past month, she should have some tricks."

"Look at Wu Yaochen, he is worthy of being the young master of the Emperor Rong Clan. He can use this level of Zhu Xi's True Flame even under the premise that his cultivation base is suppressed. The "Da Ri Xuan Yang Zhen Jing" is also well-deserved."

"Yin Xueze is not bad, but what kind of exercise he is practicing, I feel a little strange."

During the conversation, a person suddenly came and attracted the attention of the elders.

"Xiu Mao, why are you here?"

It was Huo Xiumao who came.

Huo Xiumao smiled and said, "I'm a little curious about the assessment method here, so let's take a look."

"You are not... oh yes, you participated in the Apprentice Conference as an amateur back then, and the assessment items of the two sides are different."

"I remember, Xiu Mao, your performance at the Apprentice Recruiting Conference was quite impressive!"

Huo Xiumao said a few words of self-effacing, and looked vaguely at the mirror on the sky steps.

(End of this chapter)