In the mysterious and dark abyss, several human foundation-building cultivators are caught in an unprecedented life-and-death crisis.

The Nether Abyss is shrouded in a strange dark atmosphere all year round, as if it is an abyss connecting death and despair.

At this moment, several human cultivators had solemn expressions on their faces. They stood back to back, watching vigilantly at the dozen or so cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan who were gradually approaching from all around them.

These human monks were dressed in robes of various colors, some of which were still stained with blood from previous battles.

They held the magic weapons tightly in their hands, and their eyes revealed determination and resoluteness.

They were originally monks stationed in the market towns around Mingyuan City, and they had received the order to retreat a month ago.

Unfortunately, at that time, under the leadership of a senior in the Nascent Soul stage, they were collecting a precious defense material from the outside world, so they had to delay for a few days.

Unexpectedly, due to the delay of a few days, they were caught up by the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan, and they had no choice but to fight and retreat.

And that Yuanying stage senior also led away a large number of cultivators from the Mingling clan for their safety.

Otherwise, they would have been killed long ago.

The monks of the Mingling clan exuded an eerie aura, and their bodies seemed to have merged into the darkness of the underworld.

Their skin was a strange grey color, and their eyes flickered with a faint blue light, like demons from hell.

The leading monk of the Mingling clan was tall, with bloodshot eyes and a single horn on his head, exuding an extremely eerie and evil aura.

"Human cultivators, you can't escape today even if you have wings!"

The leader of the Nether Spirit Clan sneered and said, his voice was like a sharp thorn, making people shudder.

"Don't even think about it! We human monks will never surrender!"

A human cultivator glared angrily, and the long sword floating in front of him flashed with cold light.

In an instant, black rays of light shot towards the human cultivators like sharp arrows, and the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan who had been waiting nearby rushed forward immediately.

The human monks quickly cast spells to resist, and colorful lights intertwined and flickered in the abyss.

A human cultivator formed seals with his hands and uttered a word: "Shield!"

In an instant, a huge light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the incoming black light and dissipating it into flames.

However, the attacks of the Nether Spirit Clan did not stop, and more black light came like a tide.

Another human cultivator clasped his hands together, and the flying sword in the air turned into dense sword shadows, emitting bright light.

The sword shadows flickered and struck towards the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan like lightning.

The monks of the Mingling clan dodged one after another, but some were still hit by the sword shadows and cried out in pain.

In the fierce battle, Lin Feng's originally resolute eyes now became a little serious.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe, and was making hand gestures with one hand. His long sword was like a nimble dragon, moving freely among the cultivators of the Mingling clan.

Every time he swung the sword, it would bring up a sharp sword energy, making the cultivators of the Mingling clan dare not approach easily.

The most terrifying thing is that the flying sword that was sacrificed seemed to be a spiritual weapon, which could emit azure electric light.

Every attack would chopped the body of a cultivator from the Nether Spirit Clan into pieces, and screams would be heard continuously.

In the underworld, thunder spells are the natural nemesis of the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan!
On the other side, there was a female monk in a red robe, who attracted seven or eight monks from the Nether Spirit Clan to surround and kill her.

She had a graceful figure, long flowing hair, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were now filled with murderous intent.

But I saw that she had two tiny bells wrapped around her hands, like crystal.

Every time the chanting moved, the bells made clear sounds.

In an instant, with her as the center, waves of special sound waves spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye, enveloping the surrounding monks of the Nether Spirit Clan.

A cultivator from the Mingling clan could not resist and was torn to pieces by the sound wave with screams.

The number of cultivators from the Nether Spirit Clan who surrounded her was the largest, but she was under the least pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Feng, be careful!"

Su Yao suddenly shouted, and saw a cultivator from the Mingling clan attacking Lin Feng from behind, opening his big mouth and shooting out a black light.

Lin Feng reacted quickly, dodged the attack by moving sideways.

Then, he stabbed the sneak attacking Nether Spirit Clan monk with his sword. The Nether Spirit Clan monk was unable to dodge and was stabbed by Lin Feng's sword, letting out a scream.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed at this moment, and he subconsciously shouted: "Daoyou Su Yao, get out of the way!"

In mid-air, a Nether Fire Crow suddenly dropped from the sky, opened its two huge claws and grabbed towards Su Yao.

"Om...!"

A strange fluctuating sound was heard, and a fiery red hairpin inserted in Su Yao's thick hair suddenly emitted an intense light, forming a protective magic shield that protected her firmly.

The Hellfire Crow's claws grabbed the protective magic shield, and immediately a burst of intense flames emanated.

"Ah! We are no match for them! Retreat quickly!"

"This place is less than a hundred miles away from Mingyuan City. If we hold on for another quarter of an hour...ah!"

"Fellow Daoist, help me......!"

However, although the human monks fought hard, they were outnumbered and gradually could not hold on.

The attacks of the monks of the Nether Spirit Clan became more and more fierce, and the human monks were constantly injured.

Several human monks unfortunately died in the attack of the Nether Spirit Clan. Their bodies fell to the ground and their blood dyed the land of the Nether Abyss red.

"Damn the Ghost Clan!"

A human monk shouted angrily. His body was covered with wounds and blood was constantly flowing out.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death, we must find a way to break out!" someone else shouted.

The human monks fought while retreating, and the situation was extremely intense.

They continued to cast spells and swordsmanship, trying to resist the attacks of the monks of the Nether Spirit Clan.

However, the monks of the Mingling clan chased them closely, not giving them any chance to breathe.

In the fierce battle, the physical strength and magic power of the human monks were gradually exhausted.

People kept dying, and the remaining human monks had to gather together.

"My fellow Taoists! I will leave first!"

At this moment, an old man suddenly shouted.

But his face turned red, and he suddenly cut off his right arm, turning into a huge blood-red mist that enveloped himself.

In an instant, the bloody figure turned into a flash of lightning and quickly flew away.

Another person, without saying a word, spun rapidly, with the breeze flashing, and in an instant he was teleported a hundred feet away.

The treasure of teleportation!

Behind this person, there must be a Nascent Soul cultivator helping him.

In an instant, the formation that had been able to be maintained could no longer hold, and several more people were killed.

"Fellow Daoist Su Yao! You leave quickly. I'll stay behind to cover your retreat!"

Lin Feng retreated to Su Yao's side and shouted loudly.

Su Yao raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "There has never been a cultivator in my Xingxiu Sea who escaped from the battlefield. If you want to leave, go ahead!"

"Su Yao... this is not the time to show off!"

"Showing off?"

Su Yao waved her hands violently, and a large ball of pale green light suddenly flashed out, transforming into huge green skeletons in the air, forcing back several monks of the Mingling clan.

"When did a coward like you appear in Wuzhuang Mountain?"

"you……!"

Just as the two were struggling, the monks of the Mingling clan surrounded them again.

Lin Feng clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a determination.

"Where there is life, there is hope!"

"but……"

He took a deep breath and injected all the magic power in his body into the flying sword.

The sword suddenly emitted a dazzling light, as if a powerful force was surging within it.

"This is my last resort. Even if I die, I will drag a few Nether Spirit Clan monks down with me!" Lin Feng said while gritting his teeth. "Boom!"

In an instant, the flying sword emitted a huge fluctuation of spiritual energy.

At the same time, a giant glazed tower shadow suddenly flashed out from the flying sword, fell from the sky, and slammed heavily on the ground.

"Five-star Glazed Tower!"

"The most precious treasure of Wuzhuang Mountain!"

"That's a phantom!"

Amid screams of surprise, the five-star glazed tower eventually killed seven or eight cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan, and then slowly dissipated.

Another human cultivator took out a mysterious magical weapon.

This magic weapon is a small jade bottle, which is engraved with mysterious runes. When the human monk opened the jade bottle, a powerful force surged out of it.

"This is the magic weapon passed down from my family. Let's use it to its fullest potential today!"

With the surge of magic power, the jade bottle suddenly rose into the air, and while the Five-Star Glazed Tower was dissipating, it instantly turned into a huge jade bottle.

An extremely strong suction force came from the jade bottle.

Several monks from the Mingling clan were unable to dodge and were immediately attracted by the jade bottle, unable to move.

Seeing this, Su Yao immediately controlled the green poisonous mist and pounced on it, killing it.

At the same time, in the wasteland only a mile away from here, Bai Zhirui's figure slowly approached under the concealment of Zheng Yi's spiritual thoughts.

"Master, the time is almost right, should we take action?"

"Ah."

Zheng Yi reminded him: "It is better to help someone in need than to add icing on the cake. The reason why I did not let you take action in advance is because of this moment."

"These monks are on the verge of death, but suddenly they get your help. Although they don't trust you 100%, they will not doubt you either."

"Go ahead, I can help you."

"Yes, master!"

At this time, Lin Feng and the other three who were surrounded and attacked by the cultivators of the Mingling clan were in trouble again.

Although the three of them killed most of the cultivators of the Mingling clan as a backup, there were still seven or eight cultivators of the Mingling clan who surrounded and killed them.

Just when the three of them were filled with despair and were ready to self-destruct their magic weapons.

Suddenly, a white light shot out from a distance, and the figure moved at an extremely fast speed and arrived at the center of the battlefield in an instant.

"Reinforcements?!" Su Yao shouted in surprise.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge white lotus shadow suddenly appeared in the sky and slowly fell down.

The bodies of those Mingling clan monks who were charging forward seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and could not move.

"Oh no! What kind of spell is this?"

The leader of the Ghost Clan shouted in horror.

"Divine thought?! Such a strong divine thought!"

"Is he a human cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? No...!"

Bai Zhirui ignored the fear of the leader of the Mingling clan. She muttered something and made a complicated hand seal with her hands.

His eyes suddenly opened, and a strong golden light poured out from them.

Zheng Yi in the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror also had his mind moved at this time, and his mind spread out along with Bai Zhirui's mind.

As her hand seals changed, the golden light became stronger and stronger.

"The aroma is deep, and the world is changing."

"White Lotus has come to the world, have mercy on us!"

"Mortals have many complaints, immortals and gods are useless."

"Mother of No Birth, Hometown of Vacuum!!!"

"Om...!"

In an instant, the white lotus phantom that originally suppressed many cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan instantly transformed into a golden lotus and smashed down fiercely.

"what……!"

"Human Yuanying!"

"Run away!"

Cries of panic came from the mouths of the cultivators of the Mingling clan, but what followed was an endless stream of golden light covering the earth.

The few remaining monks of the Mingling clan were instantly turned into ashes under the cover of this light.

Even the leading cultivator, whose cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation building, was unable to resist the penetration of this golden divine thought and turned into ashes in an instant.

"White Lotus Immortality Sect! Why are there people from the White Lotus Immortality Sect here?"

"Damn it... Didn't all the people from the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect go to that place? How come..."

"Don't worry about who she is, she saved us, help her!"

The remaining Lin Feng and others were overjoyed. Reinforcements suddenly arrived when they were about to die. How could they not be excited? They all used their last resort to fight back.

Under the counterattack of several people, the remaining monks of the Mingling clan gradually could not resist.

After more than ten breaths, all the cultivators of the Mingling clan were killed and turned into ashes!
After the battle, the three men sat on the ground exhausted.

Their bodies were covered with wounds and blood stained their robes red.

However, their eyes revealed a sense of joy of victory.

But even so, Su Yao still struggled to get up and walked towards Bai Zhirui.

"Xingxiu Sea monk Su Yao, thank you for your help!"

The remaining two people also came over.

"Lin Feng from Wuzhuang Mountain, thank you for your help, fellow Taoist!"

Lin Feng spoke, looking at Bai Zhirui's pretty face, especially her eyes that were still emitting golden light, and his heart skipped a beat.

The last person was an old man about sixty years old.

His injuries eventually made him look pale, and he even bled from all his orifices, but he was still respectful at this point.

"I am Wu Shouyi, from the Wu family of Bishan. Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist."

Under Zheng Yi's secret instruction, Bai Zhirui said: "I am Bai Zhirui, a casual cultivator, nice to meet you fellow cultivators."

"Rogue cultivator?"

Su Yao took the lead and said, "Looking at the spell you cast, it seems to be the 'Holy Mother's Descent Sutra' of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect. You come from a big sect, why do you call yourself a casual cultivator?"

"And the surname Bai... that is something that only the Holy Son or Holy Daughter of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect or their descendants are qualified to use. I wonder if there is..."

Bai Zhirui smiled faintly and said, "This sister has good eyesight. In fact, my father is Bai Cangmu, the elder of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect. Unfortunately, my father died on the Jueling Island. I was also born on the Jueling Island."

"For so many years, my father has never officially accepted me into the sect, so I can only consider myself a casual cultivator."

"The elder of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect, Bai Cangmu?"

"Jueling Island!"

Wu Shouyi suddenly said, "I know this senior. It is said that he suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago, and the Black Jade Lake where he was stationed also seemed to disappear out of thin air."

“At that time, the cultivators of Mingyuan City thought that Senior Bai was assassinated by a great cultivator of the Mingling clan. They didn’t expect that he was actually sucked into the Land of Absolute Spirits!”

Lin Feng asked eagerly, "Does that mean that Brother Bai is going back to the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect now?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's a pity. Most of the White Lotus Immortal Sect's monks are not in Mingyuan City. There is only one deacon stationed in Mingyuan City."

"If Brother Bai is willing, I am willing to take you back to Mingyuan City."

"In that case, thank you, Brother Lin Feng~" (End of this chapter)