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Chapter 250 The Monster Invasion

Unfortunately, after he left on his sword, he flew off in one direction like an arrow released from a bow.

He stopped abruptly when he noticed something was wrong with his surroundings.

As far as the eye can see, mountains rise and fall, shrouded in mist.

But this place was no longer the familiar land they had just been in.

Zhong Hanshang was startled and immediately planned to leave the place on his sword.

However, no matter which direction he flies in, he will eventually return to the same spot.

It was as if this world had been cursed, and he was trapped in an invisible vortex from which he could not escape.

Left with no other choice, Zhong Hanshang hurriedly used his supernatural powers to try and contact Chu Lingchuan by sending a message.

His fingers danced rapidly across the magical artifact, sending out messages like snowflakes, but they vanished without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.

He anxiously activated the video call using his spiritual power, but the other side of the screen remained completely silent, without a single movement.

After several more attempts, Zhong Hanshang finally realized that there must be something strange about this place.

At this moment, his anger had completely dissipated, and he had calmed down completely.

Looking back on everything that had happened, he couldn't help but feel annoyed at himself for being so impulsive.

What Jing just said may only be his side of the story.

Junior Sister Gao is naive and young, so she must have been deceived by Jing.

He was filled with self-reproach and wished he could slap himself a few times.

How could I leave in a huff?

Perhaps this is Jing's conspiracy, waiting for him to leave so he can harm Junior Sister Gao.

Thinking of this, Zhong Hanshang's heart clenched, as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

He was extremely anxious, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and images of his junior sister possibly being in danger kept flashing through his mind.

Now that he's gone, the person with the highest cultivation level in the group is Chu Lingchuan, who is at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

But if they really encounter danger, will Chu Lingchuan be able to protect everyone?

Zhong Hanshang became more and more frightened as he thought about it, wishing he could sprout wings and fly back immediately to stay by Gao Shimei's side.

At this moment, Gao Huohuo and the others were intently watching over Chu Lingchuan, witnessing his life-or-death moment as he attempted to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The air around us seemed to have been sucked away, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Chu Lingchuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual energy surging around him like a raging black tide, constantly crashing against his body.

His face was sometimes deathly pale, and sometimes flushed with an unnatural redness due to the impact of spiritual energy.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, each drop as if he had used up all his strength.

His body trembled slightly, as if he were fighting against an invisible and powerful force, which could devour him at any moment.

The air was filled with intense spiritual energy fluctuations, crackling and popping as if countless electric currents were flowing through it.

The surrounding space began to distort and deform, as if it could not withstand this powerful force and would collapse at any moment.

Mu Hanxing and the other two looked tense and worried, their eyes fixed on Chu Lingchuan, their brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (Chuan).

They knew that if they couldn't take this step, their eldest brother would not only fail to reach the Nascent Soul stage, but might also suffer severe damage and have his Dao heart shattered.

Gao Huohuo stood to the side, his expression calm, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart, a feeling that a storm was brewing.

She subconsciously turned her head, her gaze sweeping over Jing Hedong sitting to the side, and then over Su Ruoyun, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, as she pondered to herself.

After a moment's thought, Gao Huohuo decisively used his supernatural power to send a message to Hao:

"Hao, no matter what happens later, just keep a close eye on Dong and ignore everything else."

The message had just been sent, and her finger was still on the supernatural power, as if waiting for something.

Hao was puzzled after receiving the message. He scratched his head and muttered to himself:

Why would you suddenly say that out of the blue?

Dong is only a Golden Core cultivator, what big commotion could he possibly cause?

I've been watching him for days, but I haven't noticed anything unusual.

Despite his utter bewilderment, Hao respectfully replied on the supernatural power platform:

"Lord Huo, is something big going to happen soon?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on Dong and make sure he doesn't do anything detrimental to us."

Gao Huohuo looked at Shen Tong Shanghao's reply, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he replied:

"Not necessarily, just in case."

After sending the message, she turned her gaze to Jing, her eyes scrutinizing him, and then occasionally glanced at Su Ruoyun, who was healing.

Gao Huohuo knew in her heart that now, the only people she could trust without reservation and entrust her back to were her senior brothers and sisters.

But right now, her senior brother is breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage and needs someone to protect him, so she has to be even more careful.

She couldn't help but think to herself that she would feel much more at ease if Zhong Hanshang were still here.

"I really don't know why he left so suddenly? Fellow Daoist Su is still here, but he left all by himself."

Gao Huohuo murmured softly, his brows slightly furrowed.

She tried hard to recall the scene, and Jing's words at the time were not inappropriate.

He even said that to help her out of a predicament, so why was Zhong Hanshang so angry?

She shook her head, dismissing these thoughts, and silently reminded herself, "Let's focus on the present moment first."

Suddenly, a violent impact came from outside the formation, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Gao Huohuo suddenly turned around and saw a group of magical beasts frantically attacking the defensive formation.

Those monsters were enormous, their bodies covered in jet-black scales.

With bloodshot eyes, bared fangs, and a foul stench emanating from its mouth, it resembled a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

"Lord Huo, be careful! This is the same monster that attacked Dong and me just now, it's incredibly ferocious!"

Hao's voice came from the side, his tone clearly tense.

Gao Huohuo frowned, glancing at Jing to see his reaction.

His expression was solemn, clearly pondering why so many magical beasts had suddenly appeared.

These magical beasts possessed an aura far stronger than ordinary monsters, each radiating a chilling pressure that seemed capable of tearing them to shreds at any moment.

"Junior Sister, you and Sixth Junior Sister keep an eye on Senior Brother. Your Fourth Senior Brother and I will deal with these demonic beasts!"

Mu Hanxing's voice was calm and firm. Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his longsword and rushed out of the defensive formation with lightning speed.

The sword light, as white as frost, cleaved through the sky, aiming straight for the throat of a demonic beast.

Su Mo followed closely behind, his spear swirling like a dragon, its tip gleaming with a cold light, fighting alongside Mu Hanxing.

The two stood on either side, trying to block the monster's attack.

However, the power of those magical beasts far exceeded their expectations.

A demonic beast suddenly swung its claws, the wind from which was like a knife, tearing a deep gash in the ground.

Mu Hanxing barely managed to dodge to the side, but was struck by the tail of another demonic beast, staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

"These beasts... are too strong!"

Mu Hanxing gritted his teeth and growled, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly adjusted his stance, shifted his sword's momentum, and once again faced the monster.

However, the monster's scales were as hard as iron, and when the sword was slashed at them, only a few sparks flew, hardly causing any real damage.

Su Mo's situation is also not optimistic.

Although his spear was sharp, the monster was extremely fast, and after several exchanges, he already felt powerless.

A monster suddenly pounced, and Su Mo barely managed to block it with the barrel of his gun, but the huge impact forced him to stagger backward, his arm going numb.

Inside the defensive formation, Zhao Feiyue did her best to reinforce it, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

The light from the formation flickered, clearly indicating that it was on the verge of collapse under the onslaught of the magical beasts.

Su Ruoyun and Jing Ye stood up, their expressions solemn.