Before Jing Yingrong's left foot landed, Jijiebi said: "This thing can't bear your cultivation level."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Jijie Pen: "Do you need my help?"
Jing Yingrong: "No need."
The moment the heavenly steps collapsed, a flash of silver flashed in Jing Yingrong's eyes.
As a result, in a short to almost negligible period of time, the entire heavenly steps were restored.
Then it breaks again, then recovers, then breaks again, then recovers again...
Rather than being restored, it is better to say that the destroyed stairs are constantly being replaced by new ones, and the formations, restrictions, and runes on them are all the same.
In just an instant, she had copied tens of millions of heavenly steps.
Destruction and creation are still alternating.
But everyone walking on the heavenly steps didn't notice it at all.
The silver-white color in the mirror's eyes flickers in and out, as if it contains an extremely small light mirror. In the mirror, there is the extremely wide staircase to the sky.
No one, including the powerful Taichu observers present, noticed any clues.
The first pass on the heavenly steps was activated.
Countless formations on the stairs lit up, and in the formations, the phantoms of monster beasts condensed with spiritual energy appeared.
The phantom bodies of these monster beasts are translucent, and the ferocious beastliness they exude is exactly the same as the real monster beasts, but their strength is far inferior.
But when the beasts roared like thunder, the wind and clouds changed color, and an endless tide of beasts surged toward the monks on the heavenly steps.
"Run!"
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"
"Why are you running? It's over if you kill him."
"Why are there so many!"
Some people were in a state of chaos, gritting their teeth and climbing up against the oppressive force on the heavenly steps, intending to get rid of the beasts attacking behind them; others were calm and composed, using their magic weapons to kill while moving forward, hoping to find a smooth road.
The phantoms of monsters have different strengths. The stronger ones go to monks with higher cultivation levels, while the weak ones go to monks with lower cultivation bases. Although their strength is far less than that of real monsters, they are not so easy to deal with when the monks' cultivation is suppressed by the heavenly level.
The phantom will not cause real harm to the monks, but if its attacks are allowed to go unresisted, the monks will be devoured spiritual power, lose physical strength, and be delayed. Therefore, once you are entangled by a phantom and cannot get rid of it, you can only choose to kill it. However, killing the phantom will also consume spiritual power and physical strength. Therefore, it is up to the monk himself to decide whether to fight or flee.
"Everyone gather together, form a formation, take turns to kill, take turns to rest, and be careful to conserve your energy!"
Tang Zhile shouted loudly.
Everyone in the Zhenwu Academy gathered in response, and while killing the monsters, they maintained their formation and moved up slowly and steadily.
There are many monks forming a team, maybe three, maybe five, or more.
There was the wealthy monk who used his spiritual power to kill the phantoms of monsters, and then used high-grade elixirs to replenish his spiritual power and physical strength. Or throw out a lot of talismans to repel the surrounding beasts.
There are also monks who push the people around them, using others as shields to block the shadows of monsters, and climb up with all their strength.
There were also monks who were completely overwhelmed by the beast tide and were left alone and helpless. Their spiritual power was exhausted and their physical strength was exhausted. They could no longer move forward and had no choice but to apply to withdraw.
In the chaos, there were a few people who seemed particularly carefree.
Black flames swirled outside Yin Xueze's body, and waves of beasts rushed towards him, but when they came into contact with the black flames, they turned into nothingness. He climbed up the steps step by step, his steps not fast but not hesitant.
A halo of light rose up from behind Wu Yaochen. The halo was filled with golden light and rising red flames, like a bright sun. Wherever the sun touched, the phantoms of the monster beasts that came towards him howled and disappeared. He climbed up the heavenly steps leisurely, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Zhao Jinxu was not with his servants. He was holding a formation plate in his hand. The power of the formation protected him steadily, and all the shadows of the monsters were bounced away.
There is a graceful woman with lotuses growing under her feet. The lotus blossoms and the monsters retreat.
There was a strong man with a body as big as a hill. He was bitten by the phantom of the monster, and was killed by the vigorous flesh and blood energy flowing back into his body.
There was a monk who was as petite as a girl. The golden bell on his wrist jingled. The shadow of the monster approaching was staggering as if he was drunk, making it difficult to move.
"Are those still people?"
"Everyone's cultivation has been suppressed, how can they still be so relaxed?"
"You are stupid, which one of them achieves their strength by cultivation alone? Our foundation building period is the foundation building period, and other people's foundation building period is more than just the foundation building period."
“People are more infuriating than others.”
"Hey, look at that one over there, what is she doing?"
"That person... seems to be that Jing Yingrong, right?"
Jing Yingrong was also surrounded by a large group of demonic beasts, and they were all the most powerful group.
The phantoms of monsters and beasts continued to surge up, drowning her like a tide. Countless translucent beast bodies were stacked together, and they had a tendency to materialize.
They roared, bitten, and cast various spells. Their roars shook the sky and resounded throughout the sky.
What is Jing Yingrong doing?
She did nothing.
She just climbed the stairs calmly, her expression not changing at all.
The people at Zhenwuyuan were distracted and noticed Jing Yingrong's situation.
"Don't she know that she will be at a disadvantage? Do you have to find a way to tell her?"
"How could you not know that the loss of spiritual power and physical strength will not be felt."
Tang Zhile waved his magic weapon to wipe out the shadows of several monster beasts, and shouted: "Don't worry about her, worry about yourself! Hey, those behind you, be careful not to fall behind!"
No amount of monster shadows could hinder Jing Yingrong. In the end, her position formed a hill made of monster shadows. She was the core of the hill, driving the entire hill to move continuously.
Ji Sha Jian: "Don't you think it's an eyesore?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't mind."
The silvery sparkle in her eyes didn't stop.
The people in Taichu Temple watched in mid-air and exchanged a few words from time to time.
"Jing Yingrong is so supportive, I guess I won't be able to hold on for long."
"That's not necessarily true. Based on her performance over the past month, she should have some means."
"Look at Wu Yaochen, he is worthy of being the young master of the Emperor Rong Clan. He can use this level of Zhu Xi True Flame even though his cultivation is suppressed. The "Great Sun Xuanyang Manual" is also well-deserved."
"Yin Xueze is not bad either, but what kind of skills he practices, I find it a bit strange."
During the conversation, a person suddenly arrived, attracting the attention of the elders.
"Xiumao, why are you here?"
The person who came was none other than Huo Xiumao.
Huo Xiumao smiled and said, "I'm a little curious about the assessment method here, so I came to take a look."
"You're not... Oh, yes, you participated in the apprenticeship conference as a layperson, and the assessment items on both sides were different."
"I remember, Xiumao, you performed very well at the disciple recruitment meeting!"
Huo Xiumao said a few words of modesty and looked at the reflection in the mirror on the heavenly steps with a vague look.
