Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Si Wei was frightened and backed away repeatedly, and his actions also attracted the attention of others nearby.

"This monk! He's a monk from the Lower Spiritual Realm! There must be monks from the Lower Spiritual Realm nearby! Let's kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a lot of glances came from all around.

This time, it was not just the monks from Qingxuan Continent who entered the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Realms.

In fact, every time the secret realm of the world is entered, more or less monks from the lower spiritual realm will enter, and some of them are forced to do so for resources and survival, just like the Qingxuan Continent.

Some are considered to be the best in the Lower Spiritual Realm in terms of their own strength, and they also have the opportunity to take a gamble.

"Yes! A lot of people came to the Lower Spiritual Realm this time! There are also a few over there!"

"Anyway...it's impossible for a monk from the lower spiritual realm to survive in this secret realm..."

At this moment, it is easy to kill the spiritual monks without fear of being held accountable!

Taking a gamble without paying anything makes the decision no longer seem so difficult!

In the eyes of many upper realm monks, they look down on these lower spiritual realm monks.

Even if some monks from the lower spiritual realm ascended to the upper realm by virtue of their own abilities, they were all very exclusive.

After all, the entire Upper Xuan Xiu Immortal World becomes more hierarchical when it encounters higher continents!

Kill these monks and you don’t have to worry about them snatching resources!

After these monks die, if the giant tree is not enough, they will kill some more low-level cultivators...

Si Wei's face was pale and he held his shuriken.

"Are you crazy?! Are you still being provoked by that giant tree now?!"

There are only two to three hundred monks in a group, and there are only a few dozen monks in the Lower Spirit Realm.

If they really faced off, they would definitely suffer.

Wang Cheng, the Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator in the Upper Domain, frowned.

"You all calm down!"

However, some people who want to survive at this moment are already red-eyed.

Facing the powerful desolate beasts, they did not dare to resist, but when facing the lower domain monks who were weaker than them, they dared to raise their butcher knives.

Seeing two Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks trying to stop him, one monk spoke up. "Imperial City, Jiang Yuhan! Do you want to associate with these lower spiritual realm monks?!"

If so, just right! They have so many monks, and if they take care of the two Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks, they will be less of a threat later!

The giant tree swayed its branches and watched their confrontation with excitement.

He has seen a lot of the selfish and cold-blooded nature of these outsiders!

But he just likes to watch them kill each other!

Because of one word of his, just because of one word!

Such a ridiculous thing happened!

Some monks have already raised their weapons, and more and more Upper Domain monks are beginning to gather.

There are some monks who want to stop it, while others are watching indifferently.

Si Wei gritted his teeth.

"I will fight with you!"

There were monks who didn't know the details of Lu Qingye, and seeing that she was at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen level, they didn't dare to step forward rashly.

The monk who rushed forward first to kill Si Wei happened to be one of the group of monks who had previously robbed him and wanted to kill him.

Si Wei's combat prowess in the sect was not strong to begin with. After becoming an elder, he stopped fighting most of the time, and his cultivation level was sometimes built up with elixirs.

There was no chance of winning against that monk.

After a few moves, he was forced to retreat continuously.

Yang Yue's eyes were scarlet, and he excitedly raised the big knife in his hand and slashed towards Si Wei's neck.

"choke!"

The sound of metal colliding sounded, and Yang Yue's figure retreated dozens of meters.

"Whoever dares to come forward will be killed without mercy!"

Lu Qingye held the glass sword in his hand, murderous intent erupted all over his body, and a cold air swept around him.

Yang Yue's pupils shrank and his gaze moved downward.