Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

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who is it?

It actually caught the attention of a Nascent Soul Ancestor?

Li Jian.

Linghu Qing's eyes held an undisguised excitement and surprise, while his heart was churning with emotions.

He had always known that Li Jian was reckless and fearless, making him the most suitable cultivator for evolution in the illusion.

But he never expected this.

The other party gave him a surprise so quickly.

Li Jian's illusion.

Huangfeng Valley has completely fallen; its gates are shattered and its disciples are almost all dead or wounded.

Linghu Qing's nascent soul was captured alive by a powerful demonic cultivator, and his soul was extracted and refined in front of everyone, causing him immense suffering and misery.

Facing a desperate situation.

Li Jian burned his entire essence, energy, and spirit, overdrawing his foundation and lifespan, intending to fight to the death with the powerful demonic cultivator with his still-nascent Core Formation body.

To protect one's sect and one's faith with one's life.

At the very moment when he was on the verge of death and his Dao heart was bursting forth at its peak.

Only Linghu Qing could see the dramatic change in the entry above his head.

The originally ordinary blue entry, "Gate of Hell," instantly broke through and transformed into a condensed and profound purple divine light.

[Born from the Brink of Death (Purple): Returning from the brink of death, one can unleash several times the combat power when near death, greatly increasing the probability of survival.]

The ultimate life-saving purple attribute is incredibly valuable, capable of turning the tide in dire straits.

Linghu Qing was deeply shaken.

This is an entry that has not been seen on dozens of other Nascent Soul cultivators.

Li Jian is talented.

They'll do something exciting.

Unfortunately, there is only one empty space left for his own entry.

With his current level of array formation skills, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator were to descend upon the human realm, they might not be able to trap or kill him.

This entry is no longer of much use to him at the moment.

But this entry is very important.

Linghu Qing already had a plan in mind.

If he doesn't manage to obtain a stronger, top-tier life-saving affix before ascending to the Spirit Realm, he will then go back and copy this affix.

After all, he is invincible in the human realm.

Once they reach the spirit world, they can only become lower to middle level.

and.

What if Li Jian can evolve further?

Although so far, the only golden attribute he has seen besides the Heavenly Spirit Root is Xin Ruyin.

Rare.

But what if?

Time slowly passed, and another half day went by.

On the plaza, very few disciples have managed to persevere to this day.

These people may not necessarily be exceptionally talented; they may simply be versatile, possessing a bit of talent in various areas, which is why the assessment took so long.

Hong Fu, Yan Ruyan, Lei Wanhe...

All the Nascent Soul stage masters and core disciples were present, holding their ground firmly.

There were also several ordinary disciples with mediocre talent.

"Isn't that Senior Brother Wu Feng? He's managed to hold on until now!"

"Grandmaster Uncle who has reached the Core Formation stage is truly remarkable. Most of them are still stuck in the illusion. His foundation is indeed extraordinary."

"Not entirely. Grandmaster Uncle Li Jian appeared earliest, but he was the most stunning person present!"

The disciples watching from the outside were astonished and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Not long after.

Wu Feng was the first to awaken from the illusion, letting out a long sigh, his expression desolate and forlorn.

The reward is not a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Other things were of no use to him at all.

His eyes were filled with regret and helplessness. He shook his head, turned around, and silently prepared to leave.

A day slowly slips away.

Above the square, the last glimmer of illusory light slowly dissipated.

The last figure in the entire venue awoke and slowly opened his eyes.

It turned out to be Yan Ruyan.

She possesses [innate intelligence (purple)]

A top-tier purple talent, exceptionally intelligent, with a meticulous and insightful mind, and a knack for everything.

She lasted a full quarter of an hour longer than the more accomplished Hong Fu.

"This junior sister looks unfamiliar?"

"I've never seen it either."

"How about we go up and get to know each other later, maybe we can become friends?"

Laughter from the male disciples could be heard from all around.

Xin Ruyin stood in the crowd, quietly watching Yan Ruyan, whose figure was becoming more and more beautiful and outstanding, and whose charm was gradually emerging. A strange feeling of bitterness and awkwardness rose in her heart.

An indescribable feeling quietly spread through my heart.

It felt as if something of mine was being taken away little by little.

"The assessment for this year's National Collection Competition has concluded."

"Rewards can be claimed from the sect leader."

Linghu Qing surveyed the entire arena, observing the condition of all the disciples, and then his voice fell steadily, resounding throughout the square.

The disciples walked in twos and threes, whispering about their encounters in the illusion, the dangers of the trials, and the gap in their own ratings.

Some are happy, some are disappointed.

Some were elated, some were dejected, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Wu Feng followed behind the crowd, and suddenly his palm felt a slight weight as a smooth, round pill quietly fell into his hand.

Foundation Building Pill!

Wu Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with shock. He turned around sharply and looked around, but no one approached.

He was completely baffled, wondering which powerful being had secretly bestowed this gift upon him.

After a while.

He took it as the sect showing consideration for its senior disciples, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He solemnly bowed in the direction of the sect.

Clutch the pill tightly.

"I will never betray my sect in this lifetime."

Outside the crowd.

Han Li watched this scene quietly, feeling calm and relieved.

When he first joined the sect, Wu Feng had carefully guided him in basic spells. Although it was a small favor, it was still a debt of gratitude.

Today, by secretly gifting you the elixir, I will completely repay your old kindness, and we will be even.

at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, please provide immediate assistance!"

Linghu Qing, who had just returned to the valley to rest for a while, suddenly found his communication talisman vibrating wildly.

"Again?"

They don't even give us time to rest.

As Linghu Qing spoke, he didn't hesitate and skillfully took out the array plate.

With a flash of light, the person vanished from the spot.

"My husband!"

Yan Ruyan skipped in excitedly, ready to share the news of winning first place with him, but she didn't see him.

"Huh? Where's my husband?"

Thousands of miles away.

Battlefield of Linglu Kingdom.

The entire battlefield was in ruins, with broken magical artifacts, charred corpses, and shattered formations scattered everywhere.

The allied forces suffered repeated defeats and heavy casualties, and the situation was extremely precarious, on the verge of collapse.

During the previous great battle.

The two powerful figures, Long Han and Feng Bing, inadvertently stumbled into an ambush set up by the righteous path and were relentlessly entangled in a deadly trap set up by the seven cultivators of Tai Zhen.

The formation sealed off heaven and earth, imprisoning space.

The two fought bravely several times, but were unable to break free and were firmly tied down, unable to support the battlefield.

The balance of power on the battlefield has been completely broken.

"die!"

Master Zhiyang let out a cold shout, his killing intent palpable.

The Supreme Yang Master, who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, finally had his hands completely free.

He wore a white Taoist robe and had a cold expression.

The moment he raised his hand.

A colossal sword pierced the sky, swelling against the wind and crushing the heavens and earth.

The crowd scattered and fled.

"Why me?!"

Cheng Tiankun's body was stiff, his limbs were ice-cold, his spiritual energy was stagnant, and his mind was completely dead.

The greatsword was right above his head, and he could no longer escape.

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not being good at using escape techniques.

As he watched the colossal sword approach relentlessly, feeling the overwhelming pressure of death, his mind went blank, and he was already convinced that he was doomed.

At that critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance.

Four cyan flying swords burst forth from the wall, circling and intersecting, their sword light flowing, instantly entangled the crushing giant sword that was pressing down on them.

hum-

The sword light trembled, and space itself twisted violently.

The next instant, the colossal sword that reached the heavens, along with the four azure flying swords, vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

The chilling killing intent that filled the sky vanished abruptly, leaving nothing behind.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

"What happened?"

"The greatsword has disappeared?"

"It's spatial magic!"

All the cultivators stared in disbelief, dumbfounded, at the void.

A figure in green robes stood silently in the void, his posture calm and composed, his robes fluttering gently.

Linghu Qing stepped forward slowly and gently patted Cheng Tiankun's shoulder, who was still in shock and stiff all over.

"Are you alright?"

His voice is gentle and warm.