Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

When the two returned to the Western Demon Realm, there were quite a few people at the entrance.

Song Yizhi glanced around.

"What's wrong?" Song Yizhi walked to Wei Ling, looked at the girl sitting cross-legged on the ground, and rubbed her head twice.

Wei Ling stabbed him with a knife.

Seeing this, Song Yizhi rubbed it hard twice and withdrew his hand before Wei Ling took action.

"You're just free." Wei Ling said unhappily.

Song Yizhi tilted his head, looking harmless with an innocent expression.

Wei Ling rolled his eyes at her and continued to absorb the spirit stone.

"There is something in the third or fourth floor below. It has consumed a lot of our spiritual energy. Let's come out to replenish it." Lu Li spoke in a very reliable tone.

Song Yizhi frowned.

They didn't find it when they searched before.

"He appeared during the second search. According to our speculation, he appeared from the fifth floor." Lu Li spoke to Song Yizhi. Seeing Song Yizhi's gaze, he said, "We only took a preliminary look around the fifth floor and didn't find any survivors at the time. Thanks to the timely response of the Fifth Elders, no one was injured or killed."

Song Yizhi felt a little relieved when he heard this.

"But the things inside are a bit troublesome." Bei Xianyue looked at Song Yizhi, and her uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Then, Bei Xianyue saw Song Yizhi's eyes and the divine pattern between his eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yizhi covered her eyes reflexively, "Are you okay?"

Bei Xianyue only felt a heat in front of her eyes, and the feeling disappeared after Song Yizhi covered her eyes.

"It's okay." Bei Xianyue looked away and looked elsewhere. "There are quite a lot of remaining pieces inside. We suspect there are more below the fifth floor."

All of them were the first wave to lead the charge, and their spiritual energy was almost depleted so they came out to relax.

"..." Song Yizhi simply took out a piece of white cloth and covered her eyes. After tying the straps, she said, "I'll go in and take a look."

Before Song Yizhi walked in, he raised his hand and waved it, and bits of divine power fell evenly on everyone.

The empty spiritual energy in the body was instantly filled up, and even felt a little bloated.

The group of people immediately calmed down and absorbed this power.

Song Yizhi entered from the entrance and searched downwards.

A lot of people gathered at the entrance to the third floor. They were basically capable cultivators. Alchemists like Ye Chao were not there.

"how?"

Song Yizhi's calm and gentle voice flowed through everyone's hearts like a clear spring, dispelling their tension and anxiety.

Rong Yueyuan glanced sideways at his wife, waited for her to come up and said, "Too many."

Looking at the man who raised his hands to support the barrier, Song Yizhi strode over to his side.

In front of Rong Yueyuan, several cultivators stood in a row, killing the patchwork creatures that emerged from the entrance.

"They are all a patchwork of various creatures, some are animals and some are living people." Rong Yueyuan said.

The Western Demon Realm has discovered more than you might imagine.

I don’t know how much is hidden underground.

Song Yizhi responded, stood aside and observed for a while before asking, "Are you guys fighting in a round-robin battle?"

Rong Yueyuan said "hmm".

"Quick battle, quick decision." Song Yizhi said.

When the gentle voice fell, everyone felt the temperature around them drop rapidly.

The frost swept across, and those clawed and fanged patchworks instantly turned into ice sculptures.

"break."

When the sound rang out, the ice sculptures shattered instantly.

Song Yizhi walked out of the barrier and went inside.

Song Yiheng followed without saying a word, picking up his sword, and the others followed one after another.

"Don't go too far, the rest of you should stay here." The gentle voice was a bit majestic, and the cultivators who wanted to follow had to stop. "Be careful, there are dangers everywhere, those things or even demons may come out at any time." Rong Yueyuan warned seriously.

The monks nodded one after another, holding weapons in their hands.

The group that followed Song Yizhi in walked into the third floor from the entrance.

When you walk in from the entrance, you see a vast expanse of frost and the densely packed ice sculptures make your scalp tingle.

"So many?" Song Yiheng felt that he could not move forward.

Song Yizhi took two steps back and retreated to her brother's side. "Did you see the broken ice on the ground?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone noticed that there was a layer of broken ice on the ground.

"Are these all those pieced-together corpses?" Qing Jun asked very quickly.

Song Yizhi responded.

A wave of patches on the third floor had been cleared, but soon another group of patches rushed up and were then frozen.

The ice sculptures you see now are the second batch.

"No wonder." Han Zhengchu said.

They blocked the third-floor entrance with the patchwork creatures and killed them for a long time.

Judging from the speed at which they were killing, there shouldn't be many, but I didn't expect... it was a mistake!
"These patchwork creatures are not difficult to kill. Compared with those that appeared on the front line of the battlefield of gods and demons, these patchwork creatures are very easy to kill. Their strength is not high, but there are too many of them." Song Yiheng said to his sister.

Song Yizhi nodded.

Looking at Song Yizhi, who had a stunning face and a calm and composed expression, the people standing on the ice looked at the ice sculptures and felt extremely at ease, without any fear at all.

"Do you want to compete in knocking down ice sculptures?" Song Yizhi suddenly turned around and looked at the group of people behind him.

Song Yiheng raised his eyebrows, and as soon as he drew his sword, he shattered several ice sculptures. "I was just waiting for you to say that."

It was really suffocating for them as a large group of people were almost squeezed together in one place, but without Zhizhi's order, they did not dare to act rashly.

Now that Song Yizhi had spoken, all kinds of spiritual powers and weapons flashed by.

As the group moved at a very fast speed, the amount of broken ice on the ground gradually increased.

Song Yiheng split the ice sculpture very quickly, but he still had the leisure to tease his sister, "Is there any reward for those who hit more?"

"Reward?" Song Yizhi smiled with curved eyes, "How about stir-fried shredded potatoes with ginger?"

Song Yiheng turned around and looked at the little girl with a mischievous look on her face, her bright and beautiful smile turned into a wicked one.

Bad branches.

The others who heard this were afraid of getting the reward, so they moved a little slower.

It’s not that they can’t do it, it’s just that the dish of stir-fried potatoes with shredded ginger…

Which 'genius' came up with this dish? !
"Not so good." Song Yiheng's gentle voice sounded with a smile.

Song Yizhi folded his hands and snorted, "I cooked for you myself, and you don't even show me your courtesy."

"..." Song Yiheng said helplessly, "Ancestor, this is not a question of whether to show favor or not."

"If you want to murder someone, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush." ​​Qing Qianqian spoke softly, smashing the ice sculpture in her hands at a fairly fast speed.

Song Yizhi turned his head and stopped talking.

"Are you angry?" Qing Qianqian leaned forward and touched Song Yizhi's arm.

"Humph"

Qing Qianqian was amused by the proud little girl who snorted softly.

"If you come up with some serious rewards, I will definitely fight for first place." Qing Qianqian said seriously, and then asked with concern, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It will burn you." Song Yizhi said.

Qing Qianqian said "Oh" and then went back to knocking on the ice sculpture.

Although they were having fun, the group of people were not slow at all.

After the group of people finished cleaning up, they returned to Song Yizhi tacitly and waited for her next instructions.

Song Yizhi walked straight to the entrance of the fourth floor. (End of this chapter)