After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

The elders of the Eastern Immortal League couldn't help smiling.

"It's more than that! Now those people in the Palace of the Holy King, I'm afraid they can't stand on their feet! At the beginning of the fall of Confucianism and Taoism, all parties in the fairy world lost great generals! Later, hundreds of clans withered, and the world of cultivating immortals plummeted. Only then did the Palace of the Holy King come into existence. The chance to survive! Now they want to rekindle the glory of the Holy King Hall several times... Heh, but they didn't expect to run into a wall in a small realm!"

Everyone in the Northern Immortal League couldn't help looking at the Eastern Immortal League who was a little gloating.

"Don't forget, the conflict between the Pankong Realm and the Saint King's Hall is inevitable, but they don't necessarily like the Immortal Realm too much."

It can be seen from the fact that in recent years, the Immortal Alliance has been able to get less and less news from the Lower Immortal Domain, and those Lower Immortal Domains are also very displeased with the practices of the Immortal Realm.

Everyone in Zhongxianyu couldn't help laughing.

"Western Immortal Territory hasn't spoken yet..."

Even if one hates the Immortal League, then the Western Immortal Territory should bear the brunt of it!
After all, the Pankong Realm, after several falls, is now directly under the jurisdiction of the Western Immortal Territory.

As soon as these words were said, the faces of everyone in the Southern Immortal Territory and Western Immortal Territory could not help but change.

You know, when the Pankong Realm was once glorious, it was the most prominent Xiaoqian World among the lower spiritual realms, and he was also under the jurisdiction of the Southern Immortal Realm.

But later, after several changes in the Pankong Realm, and falling again and again, Nanxianyu gave up the entire Pankong Realm and chose other lower spirit realms with richer resources and more abundant spiritual power.

The Pankong Realm was assigned by the people of the Southern Immortal Territory to the Western Immortal Territory, which had the weakest resources at that time.

For so many years, because of the mixed fish and dragons in the Western Immortal Territory, most of them are those who have ascended from the lower spirit realm. Because there are people in various places, the regional differences have also created their mentality of not accepting anyone.

Disunity, internal strife, being looked down upon and suppressed by other fairylands, the dragons have no leader...

It also made the state of Western Immortal Territory worse and worse. In recent years, it has become a favorite place for some demons.

However, they liked to hunt there, but never thought of revitalizing them, so that the resources of the Western Immortal Territory were repeatedly deprived.

Then the monks who obtained the resources were improved and turned to other fairylands...

The loss of resources and talents together made the already barren Western Immortal Territory even worse.

The ridicule of the Northern Immortal Territory, the immortals of the Western Immortal Territory just glanced at it, and remained silent.

Other Immortal Territories have also become familiar with it. After all, although the Western Immortal Territory is vast, it is the most barren place in the Immortal Territory, and there are even some mortal lands without spiritual power.

They have been suppressed and kept silent, and everyone in other fairylands has gotten used to it.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, the immortals of the Eastern Immortal Territory smiled and looked at everyone.

"How come? The world of cultivating immortals wants to respect the strong. Only when they are strong, others will talk to them. When they enter the fairyland, they will know and understand our approach..."

The wind blows and the waves surge.

"People from the Lower Spirit Realm?"

A group of people from the Holy King's Palace looked at the small boat floating on the sea.

"The realm of the Lower Spirit Realm?"

The leader looked Shen Qingyi up and down.

The female cultivator in front of her couldn't tell her age clearly, and her appearance was small, but her white hair was really eye-catching.

It's just that in the Nascent Soul District, a Nascent Soul Early Stage is undoubtedly the weakest existence.

"It seems that he is a lower spiritual monk who just entered."

Otherwise, how could he dare to be out alone when he was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul?

You must know that the first batch of monks who entered were already killed by them, and those who are still alive are almost all reported to the group for warmth.

However, although the difficulty of killing like that has increased, once discovered, it is often wiped out.

The lead person is a bit lacking in interest.

"Fix it quickly!"

A group of ten people nodded, and a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul came out.

Among them, six were at the early stage of Nascent Soul, three were at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and one was at the advanced stage of Nascent Soul.

Such a team can only be regarded as an elementary-to-intermediate team in the Fallen God Small Realm.

But to deal with a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, they think that a mid-stage Nascent Soul is enough.

After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the gap of a small level is often a huge gap, and not everyone can challenge a higher level monk!
What's more, even if the female cultivator in front of me can challenge by leapfrogging, but after removing so many people, there are still middle and advanced stages!

The middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who stood up had a flash of inspiration in his hand, and a big knife appeared.

"Give you a chance to kill yourself, lest I do it, you should be happier!"

Shen Qing looked at the few people opposite, and a smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.

The leader glanced at it, and was just about to turn his eyes away to see if there was any opportunity in other places, when he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop sharply in an instant.

"Frozen thousands of miles!"

The huge waves rolled, the water dragon rushed out of the sea, and the water splashed in all directions. Under the sunlight, it reflected the light of stars, but in the next moment it turned into countless ice blades shining with cold light.

"careful!"

Several people reacted quickly and retreated quickly.

However, the Nascent Soul who stepped forward had already entered the frozen center.

When the wind picked up, Shen Qingyi's hair danced with the wind.

The moment he raised his eyes, his eyes turned red and blue.

"Dust free!"

"Buzz!"

"boom!"

With the Wuchen sword in hand, the surrounding spiritual power instantly rioted, and the huge waves on the sea surface rolled in an instant.

"Crack Kacha!"

The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the retreating people watched helplessly, with the small boat as the center, the sea surface was frozen little by little but very quickly.

The huge wave that turned up was also frozen at the moment of the turbulence.

And the monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was frozen in ice before he could resist.

"Save the third child!"

Killing intent boiled in the eyes of the leading monk.

The nine people reacted quickly, and surrounded Shen Qingyi to fight towards the frozen center.

Here, they only believe in being alive!

As for fighting alone, that kind of morality should be reserved for some idiots from the outside world!
Shen Qing held Wuchen in one hand, and his feet trembled.

The frozen giant wave moved instantly, and the few people only felt a blur in front of them.

After reacting again, I found that the people around me had disappeared.

The leader looked around vigilantly, but the sea surface was hazy with fog, but the original turbulence was gone, and only calm was left!
He seriously doubted whether they had fallen into some kind of illusion!

The frozen third child wanted to break free, his pill fire was ignited on his body, and the ice on his body was about to fall and melt.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Laosan couldn't help shrinking his pupils suddenly, and looked down, and saw a sword stuck in his chest and heart at this moment.

Blood and vitality are passing fast.

Shen Qingyi pulled out the Wuchen sword again, blood sprayed, splashed on her body, splashed on her face.

It was warm blood.

"Oh!"

Zhang Laosan's eyes widened, and his body fell suddenly.