After awakening, the female supporting role in the sadistic novel only wants to ascend

Chapter 407 Personal Encirclement

After Lin Zhao led his men into the Zuhuang Secret Realm and determined the location of their sect, he discovered that none of the Guangming Hall disciples who had planned to follow them were there, and he felt puzzled.

"Maybe something went wrong along the way."

Hong Feng didn't think much about it. After all, with the strength of Guangming Hall, as long as they didn't encounter Lin Zhao, Guangming Hall was not afraid of any force.

Lin Zhao, however, vaguely sensed a little risk: "But they were so arrogant before and wanted to follow us, and now they have disappeared, there must be something strange."

"There is nothing to be afraid of in this secret place, Guangmingtang."

Lin Zhao lowered his eyes: "If I don't take action, and there are no other giant-level forces above two to join forces, the only one who can defeat them is probably Ji Wantang."

But would Ji Wantang be crazy enough to attack the people from Guangmingtang?

No way, come to think of it.

Lin Zhao suppressed the weirdness in his heart and began to collect points with the people from the Phoenix Medicine Sect.

That’s right, just sweep.

Lin Zhao had said before that even a hundred Yuanying stage masters would not be a match for him.

What's more, many of these tens of thousands have not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Along the way, Lin Zhao only needed a stream of spiritual energy to suppress all the opponents he encountered. The disciples of the Phoenix Medicine Sect were only responsible for harvesting the tokens and sending them out of the secret realm.

This sweeping and invincible posture quickly raised the points of everyone in the Phoenix Medicine Sect to an objective number.

Especially Lin Zhao, her points have reached three thousand.

This means that Lin Zhao took away the points of three hundred people.

At the end of the day, Lin Zhao's points increased to five thousand.

The minimum points of each disciple of Phoenix Medicine Sect is several hundred.

"It seems like today went a little too smoothly."

After a busy whole day, when night fell in the secret realm, Song Tingning expressed his feelings while arranging his disciples to set up camp and rest.

"Why have we traveled almost one-tenth of the secret realm on the spirit boat, but have not seen a single disciple from a transcendent force?"

The strongest one I met today was a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from a first-rate sect.

Lin Zhao also felt that something was not right, but no one made any move on the talisman paper she left for the other three people.

"Let's speed up tomorrow. Whatever the problem is, it will eventually come out."

However, what made Lin Zhao's heart sink little by little was that in the next two days, they only encountered one transcendent force.

"The election will be over in two days. Where have those sects gone?" Song Tingning couldn't help asking, "Are they playing hide-and-seek with us?"

This was also his first time participating in the imperial election, but he had experienced this more than once or twice, and this was the first time he encountered such a situation!

Lin Zhao frowned and looked at his 30,000 points on the leaderboard, but there was no smile on his face.

"You two will guard me. I will use the talisman to sense the location of Lingtian Pavilion."

The talisman she left for Yang Jingjing and the other two could not only contact her, but could also serve as a positioning tool to some extent. However, Lin Zhao was not willing to use it unless it was necessary. After all, it gave people the feeling that she was being monitored.

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Zuhuang Secret Realm, the desert in the southeast corner.

The woman in red pushed back the young man in front of her with a palm. The white bone sickle in her hand flashed with a dark white flame, just like the dark white in the woman's eyes.

The young man was defeated and fell to the ground. The disciples of Guangming Hall hurriedly went up to help him up, and then looked at the woman in the air: "Ji Wantang, if you really kill us all, aren't you afraid of having to explain to the sect?!"

The woman in red who attacked the young man headed by Guangmingtang was naturally their young master Ji Wantang.

At this moment, there was more than one young man, the leader of a powerful force, who had been defeated under her feet.

There were also Yang Jingjing and Xu Lewei who had been seriously injured, and even Li Changhao from Hehuan Palace had a face as pale as paper.

Apparently, before this young man, the three of them had also experienced a battle that had exhausted all their cards.

Behind them were their fellow disciples, who were trembling in fear like a pack of wolves being stared at by a giant dragon.

When Ji Wantang heard the question from Guangming Hall's disciples, his gray eyes moved: "If I win, it will also be Guangming Hall's victory, and you will also die worthy of it."

She stood in mid-air, pointing her bone sickle at the four geniuses below: "You four have already used your foundation cards to block me. Now that you are still standing, you are also considered a powerful figure. If you step back, I will not kill you, but I need the lives of the remaining disciples."

Yang Jingjing was so angry at Ji Wantang's tone that she vomited blood. There was a ruthless look in her eyes: "Ji Wantang, you are dreaming. Do you really think that everyone is like you, taking blood as the road and life as the ladder?!"

She stood in front of the disciples of Lingtian Pavilion, holding a long sword, like a wolf king protecting a pack of wolves. She was full of murderous aura and green spiritual energy rising from her body.

Xu Lewei covered her chest and slowly stood in front of the Diyin Sect disciples, with disbelief and dejected disappointment in her eyes: "You spent a lot of time in the past three days to gather most of the sect's disciples here...even those from Guangming Hall were not spared. Is it just for the killing you are doing now?"

Ji Wantang asked expressionlessly: "What else?"

The young man headed by Guangming Hall clenched his fists, thinking that he had originally planned to follow Lin Zhao into the secret realm. The moment he entered the secret realm, he heard Ji Wantang's voice transmission of instructions, so he deliberately concealed it from the Phoenix Medicine Sect, and together with the Diyin Sect and Hehuan Palace, he gathered disciples from most forces here to fight. He felt that he was the culprit of the impending massacre.

"Young Master... please give the younger generation of Guangming Hall a chance to survive."

The young generation in this secret realm is the hope for the next generation of Guangming Hall!

Ji Wantang frowned slowly, stretched out a finger, and pressed down.

The young man screamed and used his foundation to resist Ji Wantang before. Now facing Ji Wantang's attack, he had no power to resist and was directly pressed to the ground.

"I wanted to give you a decent treat..." Ji Wantang raised the white bone sickle in his hand: "But since you don't want it, forget it."

She waved her sleeves, and more than eighty soul lamps appeared in front of her.

When they saw the more than eighty soul lamps, the faces of the more than eighty disciples of Guangming Hall all turned extremely pale.

No one understands better than them that the soul lamp represents the symbol of their life.

Ji Wantang brought their soul lamps in...why?

Before they could think of the answer, they heard Ji Wantang's indifferent voice: "Before I entered, the ancestor had planted a heart-linking talisman on you. Since you don't want to leave in a dignified way, I will give you a dignified way. Don't worry, when I become the Zuhuang Emperor, I will make Guangming Hall the strongest force in the Zuhuang plane, and I will not let your sacrifice go to waste."

More than eighty disciples of Guangming Hall were simultaneously lit up with white flames. Amidst the wailing and the terrified gazes of disciples from other forces, the young man crawling on the ground could only watch as his fellow disciples who had grown up with him and practiced together were all killed by Ji Wantang with a wave of his hand.

All his emotions were pressed down on his heart, and his rationality was broken bit by bit. He did not care about his own foundation being destroyed. He did not want to use his spiritual energy under the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Stage at this moment, which would be tantamount to seeking his own death. He stood up with the last bit of spiritual energy in his body, and questioned the big shots who were watching this scene in the void in a loud voice.

"Why? Why! Why?! Did the sect send us here just to die?! Aren't we disciples of Guangming Hall?!"