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Chapter 185: The Defecting Senior Brother in the Immortal Cultivation Novel 22 (Past and Present Life)
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

The person who just spoke turned red and blue on his face.

"So that's how it is." Wenren Ziyu walked out and looked at the goddess statue with a little greed, but on the surface he still looked like a humble gentleman and thanked sincerely.

"Thank you for helping us, Senior. However, the Nishang Secret Realm is only accessible to those below the Nascent Soul stage. Even if Senior used some unknown method to get in, logically speaking, everything in the secret realm should not be your opportunity."

Wen Renshang's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to step forward and pull the person back.

This person's background is unknown, and he was ruthless in his attack just now. Even if the opportunity to get the goddess is rare, you have to live to get it.

Ever since Zi Yu's cultivation level increased rapidly, he became more and more outrageous in his actions.

"Come back." He said stiffly.

Wenren Ziyu's eyes turned cold, he broke free from his arm and looked at the black-clothed boy standing on the steps: "Those who can enter the secret realm are the elites of all sects in the world of immortal cultivation. I think no matter how powerful you are, you dare not offend all the sects."

"Yes! I am the disciple of Liang Xian, the Taoist master of Daoyan Sect—"

"I'm……"

After being enlightened by Wenren Tzuyu, everyone introduced themselves, trying to use their background to suppress others.

All the disciples of Cang Xuan Sect were quiet and did not join in.

Wu Ji quietly walked to the side of Cang Xuan Zong and looked at the person at the top.

I thought she would suppress them directly with force, but she just raised the corner of her mouth and made way: "In that case, you go up."

I didn't expect to compromise so easily.

Some people were stunned for a moment, then their expressions became more arrogant. As they passed by her, they hurried to the platform to see if there were any treasures around the statue of the goddess.

As a result, just as he was about to reach the highest point, he was attacked by a powerful divine power and flew away in an instant, and the spiritual power in his dantian dissipated directly!
Everyone was stunned, and the feet that were originally pointing upwards quickly moved back to their original positions.

Wenren Ziyu stood in the middle, neither moving up nor down, looking awkward.

"Why don't you go up? Do you want me to help you?" Ling Mo asked viciously.

Wenren Ziyu opened the fan in his hand and looked at her with a defensive attitude, "No need, since the goddess of colorful clothes doesn't want to be disturbed by us, how can I bother her?"

"Hehe, I think the goddess would be very fond of you." Ling Mo looked at his dantian meaningfully and opened his mouth silently - "Divine Vein".

The man's eyes changed drastically, and he took a step back in fear: "Who are you?"

Now is not the time to expose himself. Ling Mo did not answer, but just sneered at him and then went up the stairs.

Wenren Ziyu's question seemed very abrupt and strange.

But no one cares much at this moment;
He held his breath and looked at her.

Wenren Ziyu's expression changed again and again, finally turning into something sinister.

No matter who she is, she can't live!

Thinking of an ugly, dark figure, he felt a thick disgust in his heart.

I can only contact that monster for help.

Standing on a step in front of the highest point, Ling Mo stopped and stretched out his hand tentatively.

As a result, there was no obstacle and it passed through.

Looking at this astonishing scene, everyone present stood there in shock like a piece of wood.

From the moment the shrine was pushed open till now, entering the barrier unimpeded.

Everyone realized one thing - the person the Goddess of Colorful Clothes was waiting for was the mysterious person in front of them.

But there are still a few people who refuse to accept their fate and want to struggle, hoping they can get something for free.

"Senior! There might be danger inside, so why not bring me along?" A jealous disciple spoke up and was about to go up immediately.

Bai Yesheng's breath was cold, and he moved sideways with his sword in front of the man: "Do you have any shame?"

Shen Mo and Zhuo Yuan looked at each other. Although they felt that the little junior sister was a little strange, she was the only junior sister of the eldest senior brother after all, so they immediately stood behind her.

"Yes, since the goddess has chosen you, senior, it means that this opportunity should have been his. Why are you joining in the fun?"

The disciple who was speaking looked embarrassed. He glanced at Wenren Ziyu out of the corner of his eye, but seeing his threatening eyes, he could only stiffen his neck and say, "As a goddess from the upper realm, how could Goddess Nishang pass on her inheritance to others so easily? There may be many dangers...?" "Whether it is opportunities or crises, they are what the seniors should face. My friend is greedy. If you continue to force me, there may be a bloody disaster." Wu Ji turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and his kind eyes did not allow any retreat at this moment.

【This monk likes to be a good person. 】

The faint murderous intent that Ling Mo had in mind disappeared. Not wanting to get entangled with them, he walked up to the platform, stood under the statue of the goddess, and looked up at her face.

An ancient and simple bell sounded in the secret realm of Nishang.

"What? Isn't there still a year left? Why did the sound of the secret realm closing sound?"

"No, hurry up and get out, or the secret realm will close and we will all die."

After looking at the opportunity that was so close at hand with regret, everyone left one after another.

Bai Yesheng frowned and looked up, wanting to go up but was stopped by Wu Ji.

"Amitabha, Bai Xiaoyou, it's time for us to go out."

"I'll be out later..."

She looked grim and tried to walk around.

"We can meet again in the future, why rush at this moment." Wu Ji moved forward, blocking her path again.

Bai Yesheng was alert, and looked at him with suspicion in his eyes: "You know?"

The monk smiled and nodded: "Little friend Bai, let's go."

Ling Mo didn’t know what happened next. In fact, when she walked to the statue, her consciousness left the secret realm and came to a forest.

In the ancient forest shrouded in spiritual energy, the trees are lush and green, towering into the clouds, as if they are the stairs leading to the fairyland.

Vines entwine between the towering ancient trees like coiling snakes, full of green.

On the tree trunks, Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass grow freely, emitting a faint fragrance that is refreshing.

At a glance, there were at least a dozen high-level spiritual herbs and flowers growing casually on the roadside like wild flowers and weeds.

"Your Highness the Goddess - Your Highness -"

An anxious shout was heard from a woman in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. She was wearing a maid's attire and a simple semi-artifact hairpin on her head. She hurriedly passed by.

Ling Mo followed.

Soon we came to a stream.

The streamside is covered with colorful fairy flowers, swaying gently in the wind and emitting an enticing fragrance.

A little girl in gorgeous clothes came into view, looking at the spirit beast in her arms with curiosity.

"Your Highness, why are you running around? I was worried to death."

"Sister Nuoya, can I take this spirit beast home to raise it? It's injured."

Noah frowned and looked at the black and strange-looking spirit beast. He stretched out his hand and used his divine power to probe. After finding no demonic energy, he reluctantly nodded: "But Your Highness must not let the Lord of God see it, otherwise he will be punished."

The little girl was very happy. She hugged the black beast in her arms and nodded vigorously: "I will definitely hide it well. Sister Noah is the best to me!"

Ling Mo looked at the little girl, his expression dazed.

Looks like myself when I was a child.

She should be the Goddess of Colorful Clothes.

But why does he look so much like her?

and also……

Her eyes fell on the spiritual beast that the little girl cherished and managed.

Puppetry?

There is indeed no demonic energy in this spirit beast. After all, it is just a high-level puppet, but the soul inside it... is full of demonic energy.

But his breathing was very weak, as if he was injured and fainted.

　Yesterday’s, I will make up for today’s immediately (I had something to do yesterday, I will report a little bit, report a little bit)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)