By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 101 The Arrow's Strike Shocks the World!
The nascent soul fled further and further away, and it was about to reach the golden compass.

As the one who uses the compass and activates the formation, Dai Rong has his own way of escaping the barrier.

This is how to do!
Once he leaves the time barrier, it will be difficult for them to catch up with him again!

Seeing Wen Miao holding her bow and arrow, still calmly searching for the right angle, the examinees stamped their feet in anxiety, wishing they could shoot the arrow in Wen Miao's place.

"Wenmiao, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and shoot the arrow!"

"Exactly! Any later and that thing would have escaped!"

"No rush." ​​Wen Miao held her breath and remained very calm.

With Nezha personally holding the bow behind her, it would be reasonable for her to hit the target with one arrow!

Wen Miao took a deep breath and, after confirming that the target was aimed correctly, suddenly released the 'bowstring' made of the Hun Tian Ling!
"Whoosh-!"

The Fire-Tipped Spear was fully prepared and had long been ready.

The moment Wen Miao released the bowstring, it roared like a raging fire dragon and charged toward the Nascent Soul who had fled into the distance!
Boom boom boom!

Its momentum is overwhelming!

It's not an arrow, but it's better than an arrow!
One arrow shot, and the world was astonished!

With a series of powerful and sweeping movements, a cluster of Samadhi Fire suddenly leaped from the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear!
Flames enveloped the gun, their tongues dancing wildly and illuminating everything around it in a crimson glow.

Wherever it went, flames surged!

This is nothing like an ordinary divine arrow.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in disbelief.

Oh my God!

If this arrow hits, even the Demon Lord would surely die!

Qingxuan stared blankly, his palms sweating, his mind filled with disbelief.

Even he wasn't confident he could withstand that arrow!
"This fire... is not simple!" Fu Yun's expression was serious, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at the Fire-Tipped Spear.

Water and fire are incompatible; their interactions are difficult to define.

As a cultivator with a water elemental root, Fu Yun has spent half her life dealing with water, so her understanding of Samadhi True Fire is deeper than that of others.

Combined with the humble attitude of the nine patriarchs towards the boy in red…

Fu Yun stared at Nezha in horror, suddenly realizing he had discovered an incredible secret—

The identity of the boy in front of me is probably that of some important figure in heaven!
What Fuyun could think of, others could too.

Old Wu shook his head and muttered to himself, "Qingxuan, Qingxuan, your disciple has quite the powerful backing!"

at the same time.

Ding Deng Deng.

After the arrow was shot, the powerful recoil from the Fire-Tipped Spear forced Wenmiao to retreat repeatedly until Nezha's palm pressed against his back.

"Thank you, Nezha!" Wen Miao said, but her eyes were fixed on the Fire-Tipped Spear, which was getting further and further away. All her attention was drawn to it.

The Fire-Tipped Spear surged forth, sweeping past the densely packed demonic cultivators beneath its feet, and hurtling straight for the vital point of the Nascent Soul cultivator amidst the vast army!
So fast!

Two breaths later, the Fire-Tipped Spear caught up with Dai Rong's Nascent Soul completely.

Nearly.

Closer!
Just then, the demonic cultivators below suddenly felt their blood and qi churning within them, and the suction force that had been drawing their souls away disappeared.

This is…

A chill ran through them. Looking up, they saw the Fire-Tipped Spear in its battle form piercing deeply into Dai Rong's nascent soul!
Pfft!

The palm-sized nascent soul was instantly melted by the Samadhi True Fire!
"Ahhh!" Dai Zheng's face was contorted with rage, and he let out a shrill scream. His face, which was burned to half its original size by the Samadhi True Fire, was now filled with horror.

The nascent soul that stored his life's cultivation and memories was rapidly disintegrating and dissolving, eventually turning into nothingness.

The nascent soul is a cultivator's lifeline; once it disappears, it means utter death!

"The Demon Lord is dead!" someone shouted shrilly.

However, this is not the end of the story—

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the Fire-Tipped Spear pierced through Dai Rong's nascent soul and then continued to shoot towards the sky!

This time, its goal is...

The core of the magic array!

"哐——!"

After a series of crisp, loud noises, the Time Compass hovering above Penglai's head was shattered by the Fire-Tipped Spear and suddenly cracked open!

Time paused briefly, then slowly moved forward. Flowers began to bud again, and grass swayed in the wind once more.

Time returns to normal.

A double kill with one arrow!

Wen Miao clenched her fists excitedly.

This feeling of having control over power is absolutely exhilarating!
After doing all this, the Fire-Tipped Spear obediently went out and returned to Wenmiao's hand.

So cute!

Wen Miao patted its head with a smile, then returned it to Nezha, "Thank you, Third Prince! The Fire-Tipped Spear is amazing!"

Nezha glanced at the smile on Wenmiao's lips, then looked away, chuckled, and took the Fire-Tipped Spear.

Hmph, he said that.

He could do what Hou Yi could do.

the other side.

The communication talisman, which had been shaken to pieces by the Penglai disciples, finally came in handy, frantically sending messages to other sects!

Whoosh whoosh!
The disciples of Penglai looked at each other in disbelief, rubbing their eyes hard, unable to believe what they were seeing.

How can this be? !
The powerful demon lord and time array that had been tormenting them to the point of death were actually easily broken by the arrow shot by Wen Miao!
That golden compass carries the aura of the Great Dao of Time; it cannot be broken by brute force alone!

"As expected of the Third Prince's Fire-Tipped Spear! It's versatile and incredibly powerful!"

In contrast to the disbelief of others, the nine ancestors standing to the side felt it was perfectly natural.

When they first woke up, they were thinking of doing their part to help the sect disciples fight off the demonic cultivators.

But now that Nezha is here, these old folks won't go up and make a fool of themselves. They should just be good mascots and cheer on the Third Prince!

but…

Zhao Jiujian stroked his chin thoughtfully, a sinister light flashing in his eyes, staring intently at Wen Miao's back.

"What is the relationship between this little girl and the Third Prince?" She actually managed to get him to personally protect her!
hmm~
He smelled gossip!
The other elders also sighed with emotion:

"Yes, if it weren't for this little girl appearing in the Land of Inheritance, we insignificant immortals..."

"Heh heh, I'm afraid we'll never see the Third Prince before we die!"

"What did you say?" Upon hearing the elders' words, Qingxuan's voice rose eight octaves, and he grabbed Zhao Jiujian's shoulder, asking:

"That disciple who caused the Nine Towers to tremble... was she?!"

"Of course!" Zhao Jiujian rolled his eyes and said irritably:
"You bunch of useless juniors, hoping you can awaken the divine energy we left in the tower is like waiting for the seas to dry up and the rocks to crumble!"

Holy crap!
Qingxuan's vision went black, and he almost fell over.

Now he understood everything!

It turns out that on the day of accepting disciples, it was Wenmiao who made the Fire Tower tremble from a great distance!

He also kept looking for people within the sect, wanting to take them under his wing.

Unexpectedly, he had already taken that person in as a confidant!
"The big guys have been taken care of by Wenmiao and Nezha, now it's our turn to deal with these small fry!"

The test takers slowly came to their senses, and a thought simultaneously arose in their minds—

Let's kill those demonic cultivators as soon as possible, and go to the Nine Towers to comprehend the Dao before the exam ends!
Points are important!

Awakening the second divine power is even more important!
Thinking of this, the candidates became as if they had been injected with chicken blood, pushing aside the Penglai cultivators in front of them and rushing into the group of demonic cultivators.

Su Nan gritted his teeth, raised his arm tremblingly, and gripped the staff again.

This is his last chance to earn points, and he can't give up halfway no matter what!
"For the points!"

"So I don't fail!"

"For revenge!"

"Brothers, charge!"

So, when the cultivators from other sects rushed to the rescue, they witnessed this scene—

A group of newly recruited disciples, their eyes bloodshot, frantically carried their tattered natal magic weapons and attacked the crying and screaming demonic cultivators!

The way he acted made it seem like he could get ten million spirit stones for killing a demonic cultivator!
What are points?
What does failing a course mean?
These people's slogans are so weird!

The cultivators from other sects were stunned, their jaws dropping to the ground in shock.

This, this, this…

Did they come to the wrong place?

Do these people really need their rescue?!
(End of this chapter)