The purple shadows were profusely pouring down along with the sound, as if purple clouds were overwhelming.

“What is that?!”

Zhao Qianlin was stunned. He waved his sleeve to send out a round shield and crossed his hands to enlarge the shield. Then the shield became so big that he could hide behind it.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The purple shadows continued to fall with intensive impact sound.

Zhao Qianlin’s complexion became more and more pale with each hit. Even if he clenched his teeth, he still couldn’t help but step back. He was shocked.

“This…strong force!”

Zhao Qianlin thought secretly, “Damn it. Although this guy ranks beyond 10,000, he is actually so powerful! He has no trace of a body practitioner, so he is by no means in the Huashen Divinity. He is a mighty practitioner of the nature’s test. If I don’t admit defeat, I will definitely die!”

He thought for a short time and then wanted to admit defeat.

But how Ling Qinglan could let him do that. When he was about to surrender, he was struck back by Ling Qinglan.

“Zhao Qianlin was beaten by a practitioner who ranks beyond 10,000?”

“Tut-tut. Anyway, Zhao Qianlin is among the first echelon of talents. His strength is higher than that of some Great Holy Boys. Now he is beaten too hard to surrender by a nobody.”

“Is the Qingshui Circle undergoing a great change?”

Many talents were stunned and they had their own thoughts.

It was an anomaly. There were a few dark horses every year. But there were so many dark horses this year, which was rare.

Watching this game with obvious outcome, Lu Xuan was lost in thought.

“This guy is very strong and can instantly suppress Zhao Qianlin, but he chooses cat and mouse. I can find a hint of anger from him. Does he do this for the female practitioner who died just now…”

He glanced at Su Li who was cool and swept over Yan Ziye who wore a poker face. Then he lowered his head.

“Could it be that…”

“I admit—Puff!”

Zhao Qianlin spurted his blood and was thrown away upside down. He fell on the ground, leaving a blood line.

Ling Qinglan put away his sleeve and walked towards him coldly step by step.

“How dare you!”

Zhao Qianlin was ashen-faced. He wanted to get up, but his body began to shake out of his control. He was obviously a spent force.

“Let me go. I have never offended you!”

He begged for mercy in hoarse voice beside Ling Qinglan.

Ling Qinglan smiled slightly with cold eyes, “You have never offended me? It is best for you to beg Ying Qiao’er now.”

“Ying Qiao’er! That female practitioner?”

Zhao Qianlin goggled his eyes and finally understood the reason. He was so remorseful. Regardless of that person’s warning, he transmitted the sound quickly.

“Stop! Someone commanded me to kill Ying Qiao’er. Now I think she wants us to start a feud and then destroy the relationship between Han Sect and your Sect!”

Ling Qinglan’s movement of making finger gestures slowed down and he frowned, “Who is she?”

Zhao Qianlin let out a sigh of relief, “I can tell you, but the premise is that you let me admit defeat and guarantee my safety!”

Ling Qinglan snorted, “Let you go? Are you dreaming?”

Zhao Qianlin remained calm, “I am Zhao Qianyuan’s younger brother. If you kill me, my brother will kill you too! It is not worth becoming Han Sect’s enemy because of a dead person!”

Ling Qinglan scorned and made finger gestures. Two purple shadows pierced through Zhao Qianlin’s chest, bringing out a beating heart.

Zhao Qianlin’s face instantly became pale. The jade pendant with a strange shape on his neck flashed quickly. He looked upside with his eyes full of aspiration.

In the space of the seventh throne, the man, similar to Zhao Qianlin, woke up from the trance state. He grasped the jade pendant with a strange shape on his neck to have a deep look. After a while, he closed his eyes.

Nothing happened in the seventh throne. Zhao Qianlin with a pale face was lost in thought for a second and then laughed crazily.

“Hahahaha, Zhao Qianyuan!”

Zhao Qianlin looked upside suddenly. The grudges in his eyes seemed to burn. He stared at Ling Qinglan for a second, trembling, and then insanely grabbed his own heart and smashed it!

Ling Qinglan was stunned and unconsciously released his finger gesture.

Zhao Qianlin’s constitution was common. Since he lost his heart and his flesh was destroyed, he would certainly be dead.

“People who kills will be killed.”

Zhao Qianlin’s weak voice sounded with deep hatred, “I don’t hate you, and I can even tell you who is maneuvering. But for an exchange, you have to kill Zhao Qianyuan!”

“Brothers are like hands and feet! All bullshit!”

Zhao Qianlin was getting weaker and weaker. He smiled with a mouth full of blood, “Can you do that?”

Ling Qinglan nodded, “Even if you don’t tell me that, anyone in Han Sect will not be able to leave the Shengxian Mountain alive.”

Zhao Qianlin was slightly stunned. Ling Qinglan smiled to snuff out the only left small spiritual light on his forehead.

“Even… Sir will not allow Han Sect to survive. It’s time to say goodbye to the world.”

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“Sir…I see.”

Zhao Qianlin suddenly realized something and closed his eyes serenely.

“Ranking 13,332 wins; promotion: 388!”

…

The ring was silent.

A lot of people frowned on the Immortal Layer where Lu Xuan stood.

“Zhao Qianlin’s strength is not weak, but it is easy for the man to kill him. This man…can rank among the top 30.”

“The Bloody Accident of Holy Spirit affected many sects. Many holy girls and holy boys broke the taboos and passed the nature’s test. They could even rival the elders of the holy sects. The top 30 are all in the nature’s test. That is to say this man also breaks the taboos and is in thenature’s test.”

“We rely on our sects. What does this person rely on?”

Thinking of it, many people changed their expression slightly. They had the same conjecture and then looked at the young man who was in a black robe with a thunder mark between his eyebrows.

The young man felt helpless, “I can’t see any flaw through my pupil skill. He should not change his face.”

Everyone was suddenly disappointed.

“Even Holy Boy Fenglei can’t distinguish. It seems that the conjecture is incorrect.”

Lu Xuan’s eyes flashed and he suddenly remembered what Su Jiuzhou asked him about the Bloody Accident of Holy Spirit. Maybe they used the secret skills of camouflage which could not be distinguished by the pupil skillof Fenglei holy sect?

“Her surname is Su. How could it be so coincidental? It seems that the holy sect in those days will be in trouble.”

Lu Xuan didn’t like those lackeys working for Fate Sect.

At the same time, Ling Qinglan returned to the Immortal Layer and the crowd looked at him in awe.

“Sir, before Zhao Qianlin died…”

After listening to Ling Qinglan, Su Li nodded slightly. She thought for a second and transmitted the sound to Lu Xuan.

“Fellow Practitioner Lu, how much do you know about Tian Meijiof Meizong Sect?”

Hearing this, Lu Xuan was shocked. And he quickly responded, “She did?!”

He frowned for a moment, “Meizong Sect is in Shengxue Region. I have also heard a lot about the talents in other sects. Xuan Meiji, my younger brother’s good friend, is originally the leader of Meizong Sect. Although Tian Meiji is a holy girl, her talent is too weak to be in power. Probably, after Xuan Meiji grows up, Tian Meiji would abdicate. But in the recent years, Tian Meiji leapfrogs many big realms, so she is in nature’s test and becomes the top 30 of the Tianjiao List from dead last. My younger brother’s good friend’s information is becoming less and less.”

Then Lu Xuan said cautiously, “Fellow Practitioner Su, I can know your identity, and Tian Meiji may know it too. Just now your junior sister apprentice was killed. I think you may be her target.”

“It is her.”

Su Li nodded and smiled, “Fellow Practitioner Lu, thank you for telling me that. I don’t need anyone to intervene in this matter. I will solve it myself.”

“You are welcome.”

Lu Xuan doubted Su Li’s identity. Hearing this, he felt flattered. He wanted to ask her something, but he finally didn’t do that.

The Tianjiao Battle restarted. Su Li sat back and didn’t look at the Immortal Layer of Tian Meiji.

It was meaningless for her.

The Mysterious Realm space became quiet. However, the atmosphere of the outside world was more and more strained. Even the main mall for watching games was affected. There were senior leaders of the holy sects coming to ask the reason now and again.

There was nothing wrong with Huo Shichun and Xuan An’s identities. And people were not curious about them quickly.

After seeing people from the holy sects off, Huo Shichun took a deep breath and carefully transmitted the sound, “Did that group who were acquainted with Lord Qingshui kill Zhao Qianlin?”

Xuan An nodded fearfully, “I didn’t expect them to be so horrible. It seemed that I have made fun of them.”

“Where do they come from? If they can join the holy land, it will be a great force.”

Huo Shichun daydreamed and sighed, “Now the outside world has been chaotic, and Lord Qingshui and the others are in sharp focus. I hope they will survive.”

Xuan An’s eyes flashed, and he nodded.

With Xuan An’s deep touch with Su Li, he thought everything was all in her anticipation.

“Sister, she… what does she want to do?”

Xuan An’s heart beat a little faster and he took a deep breath to calm down.

Time flied!

It had been half a year since the third round of the Immortal Layer Battle started.

During the three months, the people who were replaced in the first Immortal Layer were fewer than those in the previous three months. The number of falling talents also reduced, and in the next half the number would be smaller and smaller.

It was worth mentioning that Jiang Run with a low level of cultivation even stayed here now. His cultivation got breakthrough as well and was in the late stage of Huashen Divinity. Relying on the secret skills that Ling Mo taught, he kept his ranking within 20,000.

It was not easy for him to do that.

“This boy is smart. Ling Mo got a good disciple.”

Ling Qinglan was a little jealous. Since Su Li destroyed Tianyin Tribe, he needed to find somebody to pass on his talent in case it was lost.

“After this matter, you will have enough time to find one,” said Su Li casually.

Then she transmitted the sound to Jiang Run, “Do anything according to your abilities and keep your ace in the hole. Your Master needs you to attend upon him.”

Jiang Run was regulating his breath. Hearing this, he almost choked.

“Eh-hem, thanks for Lord Qingshui’s concern. I have my own method.”