“How should we kill a Heaven Mending Realm twelve-layered heavens elder as well as eight Heaven Mending Realm seven-layered heavens geniuses?”
Chen Xia frowned slightly, glancing at Ma Xiaohong who was clutching the corner of her skirt beside him, and suggested,
“Why don't you go take out that elder while I kill the remaining eight geniuses, so we have a clear division of labor.”
“Ah...Ah?!” Ma Xiaohong's eyes widened in shock, her pretty face panic-stricken, and she quickly waved her hands, “No, I can't do it. I'll die for sure, I'll definitely die.”
“Yes, you would indeed die, so I was just joking with you.” Chen Xia waved his hand dismissively and stared at these Quasi-Saint Ruins, saying slowly.
“It is indeed somewhat difficult to kill, but fortunately I don't have to kill them one by one.”
Ma Xiaohong's eyebrows twitched. She always felt that Chen Xia knew something, but didn't dare to ask. She could only lower her head and clutch the corner of her skirt.
She had clutched it so hard that folds appeared and stuck together.
"Don't be afraid, I said I would protect you." Chen Xia said this sentence flatly. Before Ma Xiaohong could utter her thanks, Chen Xia chuckled lightly again.
"On the condition that you have to nurse me well. This can be considered an equal exchange between us, no problem, right?"
Ma Xiaohong hurriedly nodded her head, "Okay."
"There's one thing you have to pay attention to." Chen Xia pointed at his own eyes and continued.
"When both of my eyes turn blood red, you have to be more careful. This means I might not be so nice to talk to at that time."
"Mm-hmm." Ma Xiaohong nodded lightly, the corners of her mouth parted slightly, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Still, she couldn't help asking softly.
"At that time, will you still...still prot..."
She didn't finish the question, apparently not daring to continue asking.
Chen Xia's blue-clothed back was in front of her. He never looked back, as if he hadn't heard the question.
Ma Xiaohong lowered her already low head even more, not knowing whether to grab the corner of her clothes or not, looking extremely awkward.
"I will."
The flat words suddenly sounded, entering Ma Xiaohong's ears unexpectedly.
Her nervous frightened eyes blinked. Then, they calmed down unusually as she suddenly remembered Chen Xia's gaze.
Ever since entering the Great Death Realm, it was the only gaze that regarded her as a human being.
She looked at the blue-clothed figure in front of her and felt, for the first time, that Chen Xia was so reliable.
Until three breaths later, Chen Xia gave himself another slap in the face.
The fantasy was shattered.
Since Chen Xia had taken Ma Xiaohong and escaped.
Of the thirteen cultivators from the realm, only nine remained. However, the elder didn't care too much about it. As he had said before, Chen Xia and Ma Xiaohong leaving would not reduce their combat power by much.
After all, they were just two logistical personnel. Chen Xia was even a candidate recommended by Wang Yangzi, claiming that the team must have a grandmaster of alchemy who would play a critical role.
But the elder did not think so. He believed that the most important thing among cultivators was still their cultivation base and combat power, while medicinal pills were secondary.
So he looked down on Chen Xia, plus Chen Xia neither flattered nor took the initiative to communicate, so he didn't get along well with the other genius cultivators either.
Vaguely, he had already been isolated.
But in Chen Xia's words, it was him who had isolated the cultivators of the realm.
The elder had not yet entered the eye of the formation. He was still observing and had met a few cultivators, exchanging a few simple words, but had not figured out how to enter at all.
His aged eyebrows wrinkled as he looked at the cultivators of the realm and said solemnly,
"It is often said that fortune comes with danger. As young people, you need more opportunities. Have you considered taking the initiative to enter the eye of the formation?"
The genius cultivators looked at each other. After the tragic deaths of the two previous cultivators, they certainly did not dare to casually enter.
"Hmm..." The elder was also a little helpless. If no one dared to take the initiative to enter the eye of the formation, they could only wait for the spiritual power vortex to change.
But waiting like this, they certainly could not seize the initiative. Maybe some cultivators had already entered the Quasi-Saint Ruins and were already seizing opportunities.
He was beginning to regret letting Chen Xia and Ma Xiaohong go. At this moment, in the spiritual vortex, he could no longer sense their soul locations, feeling very helpless.
"Elder, what should we do now?" A genius cultivator of the realm asked.
"Wait," the elder replied solemnly. "The spiritual vortex cannot exist forever. As long as we can wait until the spiritual vortex recedes, the subsequent Quasi-Saint Ruins will naturally appear."
Yi Huo echoed at the side, "It seems this is the only way for now. Although we can't seize the initiative, on the path of cultivation, victory doesn’t always belong to those who seize the initiative. There have always been countless examples of mantises stalking cicadas while yellow sparrows lurk behind them."
"Right, right." Some cultivators laughed in agreement.
And the cultivators who chose to wait were definitely not just them.
Chen Xia was also waiting.
He sat steadily amidst the spiritual vortex, his blue clothes fluttering, his face calm. Coupled with his outstanding looks, he had quite the appearance of a transcendent.
Hmm...
That is, if he didn't fight with himself.
What's more, he was not only fighting with himself now, but also talking to himself.
"Don't rush, listen to me. This is the simplest way - kill them one by one."
"No, I can't hold it in. Once I enter, I have to kill them all!"
Slap!
Chen Xia gave himself another slap on the face, then shouted at himself,
"Don't rush!"
Ma Xiaohong, standing beside him, was stunned silly by the sight. Although it was an extremely bizarre scene, it seemed quite reasonable when it came to Chen Xia.
She rubbed the corner of her clothes and muttered very softly, "How strange."
"It's coming," Chen Xia said suddenly.
The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly became more vigorous than before in the vortex.
"What?" Ma Xiaohong didn't quite catch that amidst her senses being greatly disturbed by the spiritual vortex at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Boom!
The vortex suddenly exploded with the spiritual energy crazily sucking inward, revealing a pitch-black eye of spiritual energy on which ancient words could be seen.
This was the entrance to the Quasi-Saint Ruins.
Chen Xia stood up with his blue clothes fluttering wildly in the spiritual energy as his eyes gazed at the entire Quasi-Saint Ruins.
This was not just the Quasi-Saint Ruins.
Or rather, it was more than just the Quasi-Saint Ruins.
The Inner Demon sensed some clues. More than one quasi-sage had died in these Quasi-Saint Ruins.
It was three!
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