Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 60 The Secret Realm Trial of Haoyue Manor 3

Just as everyone caught their breath and before their spiritual energy had fully recovered, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly, emitting a muffled rumbling sound.

"What's wrong now? Can't this place just be quiet for a while?" Xu Xiaoxiao's face was full of helplessness and a bit of fear, and she subconsciously gripped the flying sword in her hand even tighter.

Yuan Mengyao frowned, her spirit whip swaying slowly beside her. She said warily, "Don't panic, there's bound to be trouble again. Everyone, stay close together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly cracked open, and streams of scorching magma gushed out, instantly turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

The lava churned and bubbles burst one after another, the sparks that flew out burning people's faces.

One of the senior students lost his balance and nearly fell into the lava, shouting in panic, "Senior brother, save me! This thing is going to cook me alive!"

Yang Qingfeng flashed forward, grabbed his junior brother by the back of his collar, pulled him back forcefully, and said in a deep voice, "Hold on! Get closer to me and use your spiritual power to resist the high temperature."

Everyone hurriedly gathered around Yang Qingfeng and erected a spiritual energy shield, but the high temperature still kept penetrating in, and their clothes were scorched.

Just as they were struggling to resist, a giant stone golem slowly rose from the magma. Its body was formed from molten magma, and with each movement, magma would fall down with a "whoosh".

It swung its enormous stone fist, carrying waves of heat, and crashed down on the crowd.

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she leaped into the air, her flying sword imbued with spiritual power, piercing towards the stone fist. However, it was easily deflected, and she exclaimed in surprise, "This puppet is ridiculously tough!"

Yuan Mengyao wrapped her spirit whip around the stone fist, using the force to leap onto the puppet's shoulder. While searching for its weak point, she shouted, "Concentrate your spiritual power on the joints! That looks a bit weak!"

Upon hearing this, everyone unleashed their spiritual power to attack the joints. The puppet paused for a moment, but then resumed its attack, even shooting out several pillars of magma from its palm.

A senior female student couldn't dodge in time and was splashed with lava onto her skirt. Flames instantly shot up, and she screamed, "Fire!" A junior female student next to her reacted quickly and helped put it out with her sleeve.

Having barely survived the puppet's attack, before they could even retreat far, a sudden gale arose, whipping up sand and stones. Amidst the raging wind, several dark figures could be vaguely seen darting about.

"What's that in the wind? I can't even open my eyes!" A senior student raised his hand to shield his eyes, his voice broken by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, several birds shaped like roc birds burst out of the sandstorm, their sharp claws like hooks, gleaming with cold light, aimed straight at the throats of the group.

Yang Qingfeng formed hand seals, creating a spiritual energy barrier, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Hold on! Don't let them get close."

Xu Xiaoxiao soared into the air on her sword, slashing at the birds as she did so, yelling, "These flat-feathered birds are so annoying!"

After a fierce battle, they repelled the birds. As soon as they landed, they discovered that the area was filled with a strange poisonous fog. It was a white, misty fog with a pungent smell that assaulted their noses and mouths.

Yuan Mengyao covered her mouth and nose and said urgently, "This fog is poisonous! Hold your breath and find an exit quickly!"

The group groped their way forward, stumbling and falling, when suddenly, vines grew wildly under their feet, instantly wrapping around their ankles and rendering them unable to move.

"Oh dear, I can't break free!" A senior sister cried out anxiously, her eyes reddening as she pulled hard on the vine.

Yang Qingfeng's eyes sharpened, and golden light burst forth from his body as he severed the vines around him, shouting, "Help each other, cut the vines and rush out!"

The group slashed and pulled their way out of the poisonous fog, but before they could catch their breath, a deep canyon appeared in front of them. Eerie roars came from the bottom of the canyon, as if countless evil spirits were lurking there.

Xu Xiaoxiao's legs went weak, and she said with a pained expression, "Are you still going to jump down? My legs won't obey me anymore."

Yuan Mengyao patted her on the shoulder and encouraged her, "What are you afraid of! We've fought our way through this, if we back down now, all the suffering we've endured will have been for nothing. Jump!"

With gritted teeth, the group leaped into the canyon, ready to face the unknown dangers once again and explore the unreachable secrets of the hidden realm. The road ahead, uncertain of life and death, seemed to be accompanied only by their solitary courage.

Just as the group escaped the entanglement of poisonous fog and vines, before they could even catch their breath, the ground beneath their feet collapsed with a "crack," and they all fell straight into the deep canyon.

The wind whistled in their ears as they plummeted downwards, accompanied by cries of alarm.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat, her mind went blank, and only one thought remained: "I'm going to die this time!" But a voice of unwillingness roared in her heart, forcing her to suppress her fear and mobilize her spiritual power.

Yuan Mengyao quickly calmed down, thinking to herself, "I must not panic, or we'll all be doomed!" She took the lead in circulating her spiritual power, and as her skirts fluttered, her falling speed gradually slowed down.

Everyone followed suit, managing to steady themselves and fall to the bottom of the valley.

The valley floor was dark and damp, filled with a putrid stench. Before one could even see their surroundings clearly, a ghostly blue phosphorescent fire suddenly appeared on the ground, flickering like countless vengeful spirits.

One of the junior disciples turned pale with fright and stammered, "This...this is a haunted place! Could there really be ghosts?"

Yang Qingfeng's expression turned solemn. He summoned the sect's magical treasure, the bronze mirror. The mirror flashed, dispelling some of the ghostly fire. He said in a deep voice, "Silence! Ghosts like to disturb people's minds. Don't throw yourselves into chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of ethereal, vengeful spirits rushed over, their mournful cries making one's eardrums ache.

Xu Xiaoxiao gripped the flying sword tightly, her palms sweating profusely, her heart pounding with fear: "This thing looks eerie, can I even win?"

But looking at her companions beside her, a stubbornness surged up again, "No, I can't hold them back!" Thinking this, she suppressed her fear, swung her flying sword, and used spiritual power to slash at the vengeful spirit, only to find that the sword passed straight through without any obstruction.

"I can't cut it! What should I do?" Xu Xiaoxiao looked at everyone anxiously.

Yuan Mengyao flicked her spirit whip, and strands of spiritual energy wrapped around its body. The tip of the whip, like a nimble snake's tongue, lashed out at the vengeful spirits. She shouted, "Use spiritual energy to imbue your weapon and shatter their spirits!"

Everyone used their own methods, and in an instant, the spiritual energy at the bottom of the valley shone brightly.

Despite the pain, the vengeful spirits continued their attack with undiminished ferocity, gradually forming an encirclement.

At this moment, the senior sister, who was skilled in talisman magic, quickly took out several yellow talismans, chanted incantations, and threw them forward. The yellow talismans ignited with golden flames, repelling the approaching vengeful spirits. She shouted, "Quick, get out of here now!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the group broke through the encirclement, stumbling and falling all the way.

But after running a few steps, the ground became covered in slimy sap, as if trapped in a giant spider web, making each step incredibly difficult.

"What is this stuff? It's all sticky!" Xu Xiaoxiao complained as she ran, wondering to herself, "Why is this secret realm full of traps? Is there really an ancient ruin here?"

Yang Qingfeng crouched down to examine it, frowning as he said, "It looks like the slime left by some kind of giant slug. Everyone be careful, this slime might be poisonous."

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant slug the size of a house slowly emerged from the crack in the rock, its body emitting a foul-smelling slime, and the rocks it passed through were corroded with deep grooves.

One of the senior brothers widened his eyes, swung his spiritual energy wind blade, but only managed to leave a white mark on the slug's skin. He exclaimed, "This skin is too thick, I can't cut it at all!"

Yuan Mengyao wrapped her spirit whip around a nearby boulder, used the momentum to leap up, and shouted, "Attack its eyes! That must be its weak point!"

The group locked onto their target and unleashed their full spiritual power to attack the slug's eyes.

The slug, in pain, writhed wildly, spraying out large amounts of slime.

Everyone dodged left and right, looking disheveled. One of the junior disciples was accidentally splashed with the slime on his arm, which instantly emitted blue smoke and made him writhe in pain.

"Hold on!" The senior sister quickly took out healing pills and fed them to her junior brother, while also helping him dispel the toxins.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at her injured junior brother, her eyes reddening, filled with self-blame: "If I had been more quick-witted, he wouldn't have gotten hurt."

After finally getting rid of the slug, the group continued on their way.

They hadn't gone far when the river blocked their path. The river surface appeared calm, but in reality, there were turbulent currents.

As soon as the group approached the riverbank, several water pythons, as thick as buckets, suddenly leaped out of the water. They had terrifying triangular heads, and their mouths were wide open, spewing out poisonous mist.

Xu Xiaoxiao flashed into the air on her sword, dispelling the poisonous mist with a wave of her blade, and exclaimed, "Poisonous creatures again! Is this secret realm a den of poison?"

But a sense of unease began to rise within him. "The python is so ferocious, and the situation in the water is unknown. This is going to be very difficult."

Yang Qingfeng formed a hand seal and pushed his palms forward, instantly creating a spiritual energy shield that enveloped everyone. He calmly ordered, "Junior brothers and sisters who are good swimmers, go into the water and draw them away. The rest of you, attack from the shore. Let's finish this quickly!"

Several junior brothers and sisters gritted their teeth and jumped into the water to fight the water python in close combat, splashing water everywhere.

Seizing the opportunity, the people on the shore unleashed their spiritual power, leaving the water python severely wounded.

The python, in pain, swept its tail, stirring up the river and dragging another senior brother underwater.

"Quickly, save him!" Yuan Mengyao was extremely anxious. She used her spirit whip to precisely wrap around her junior brother's ankle in the water. With everyone's combined efforts, they finally pulled him back to shore.

Xu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and secretly vowed, "I must never let anyone fall into this dangerous situation again."

Exhausted after defeating the water python, everyone collapsed to the ground. But before they could even catch their breath, dark clouds rolled overhead, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and several bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck down.

"Scatter! Don't huddle together!" Yang Qingfeng shouted hoarsely.

The group scrambled and crawled, each seeking cover.

Lightning struck one after another, blasting dirt and rocks across the ground.

As the thunderstorm subsided, a thick fog rolled in, and strange roars could be faintly heard from within it, signaling the approach of unknown danger once again.

Xu Xiaoxiao gripped her flying sword tightly, took a deep breath, and encouraged herself: "What's there to be afraid of? We've made it this far, let's give it our all!"

The others did the same, gripping their weapons tightly, huddling together, preparing for a new round of life-or-death struggle.