Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

Chapter 130: The aftermath of the exploration surges, Xiao Bei breaks the deadlock again

The Supreme Elder pulled Xiao Bei aside, looked serious, whispered a few words of advice, and then flew away on his sword.

Xiao Bei looked at the direction where the old man disappeared, and felt that something big was about to happen.

On the way back, the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

The threat of invasion by extraterritorial demons was resolved, and everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, bragging to each other about their heroic deeds in the battle just now.

Monk Lan, however, was acting out of character. He was silent and his eyes flickered. He glanced at Xiao Bei from time to time. His eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of subtle viciousness.

"Brother Xiao Bei, thanks to you this time! If it weren't for you, we would probably all die here!" A burly monk patted Xiao Bei on the shoulder, his tone full of gratitude.

"No, no, it's just luck." Xiao Bei smiled modestly, but he became suspicious of Monk Lan's unusual behavior.

He is not a naive person. Monk Lan's deflated expression makes it seem like he is planning something bad.

As the group went deeper into the temporary base of the out-of-region monks, the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.

Xiao Bei observed the surrounding environment calmly and keenly sensed something was wrong.

The spiritual energy around seemed to become thinner and flow abnormally, which was not a good sign.

"Wait!" Xiao Bei suddenly stopped and looked around vigilantly, "Something is wrong here."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped and looked at Xiao Bei in confusion.

"Brother Xiao Bei, what's wrong? Did you discover something?" asked the burly monk from before.

Xiao Bei did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand, and a faint spiritual power wave emanated from his palm.

"My spiritual power... is suppressed!" Xiao Bei's face changed slightly and he said in a deep voice.

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and tried to mobilize their own spiritual power, but found that just as Xiao Bei said, their spiritual power was suppressed, and the suppression was quite severe.

"What's going on? Why is there a formation here that suppresses spiritual power?" a cultivator exclaimed.

At this moment, Monk Lan suddenly sneered and said, "Haha, Xiao Bei, why are you pretending? You already knew there was a trap here, right?"

"Brother Lan, what do you mean by this?" Xiao Bei narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold tone.

Monk Lan stopped pretending and a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "What do you mean? Of course it's... catching a turtle in a jar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dazzling runes suddenly lit up around him, and a huge formation was instantly activated, trapping Xiao Bei and others inside.

"Monk Lan, you are crazy! How dare you attack us!" a monk roared.

Monk Lan laughed heartily, his eyes filled with madness. "The victors are kings and the losers are bandits. It has been like this since ancient times! Xiao Bei, aren't you very powerful? Now let's see what else you can do!"

Xiao Bei looked at the crazy monk Lan, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile: "Fellow Daoist Lan, are you sure... this is your trump card?"

Xiao Bei had a sneer on his face. Facing the shouting of Monk Lan, he remained unusually calm, even with a hint of joking.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, isn't your trap a little... too simple?" His nonchalant look made Brother Lan's heart skip a beat, and a bad premonition arose.

In fact, Xiao Bei had already noticed something strange about Monk Lan. From his abnormal silence and flickering eyes, Xiao Bei smelled a conspiracy.

He deliberately showed weakness and pretended to fall into the trap, just to lure the snake out of its hole and see what kind of medicine this monk Lan was selling in his gourd.

"Oh, you're still stubborn even when death is imminent!" Monk Lan was furious and shouted, "Go, take him down!"

The several monks around were obviously accomplices of Monk Lan. After hearing the order, they immediately took out their magic weapons and besieged Xiao Bei.

"That's it?" Xiao Bei sneered, his figure flashed, and he shuttled among the crowd like a ghost.

He seemed to be swinging his fists casually, but they contained great power. Each punch hit the enemy's vital points accurately. Within a few breaths, Monk Blue's accomplices fell to the ground one after another.

When Monk Lan saw this, his face changed drastically. He didn't expect Xiao Bei to be so powerful. He originally thought that he could easily defeat him by suppressing his spiritual power. Now it seems that he underestimated him.

Just as Monk Lan was panicking, Xiao Bei suddenly activated the system's defense function.

A golden light instantly enveloped Xiao Bei's whole body, not only resolving the crisis of his spiritual power being suppressed, but also bouncing back the power of the trap.

"What?!" Monk Lan widened his eyes and looked at everything happening in front of him in disbelief.

The formation that originally trapped Xiao Bei and others now trapped him himself.

What frightened him even more was that the power of the formation was constantly increasing, and he felt that his body was about to be torn apart by this force.

"Ah--" Monk Lan let out a scream, injured by his own trap, and fell to the ground in a mess.

Xiao Bei slowly walked up to Monk Lan, looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of mockery.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, now... who's catching the turtle in the jar?" He paused, then added, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I... love playing the pig and eating the tiger the most."

Xiao Bei stretched out his hand, and a ball of dazzling spiritual power condensed from his fingertips. He said to Brother Lan, "Fellow Daoist Lan, the game... has just begun."

Monk Lan was furious, his eyes bloodshot. He knew this was his last chance.

He rushed towards Xiao Bei regardless of everything. He put all his strength into it and used vicious moves. Every blow came towards Xiao Bei like thunder.

However, Xiao Bei was not at all flustered. He moved as if he was performing an exquisite dance, with nimble steps, dodging monk Lan's attacks lightly.

“What are you pretending to be!

"Brother Lan roared angrily, and smashed his fists, carrying violent spiritual power, towards Xiao Bei.

However, he only felt that his fist hit the air, and the feeling of not being able to hit made him even more upset.

Xiao Bei was like a playful cat, skillfully wandering around the edge of the attack range, and turning back to smile provocatively from time to time.

Bei Li on the side was so nervous that she held her breath and clenched her hands tightly. She was nervous and worried, but she also firmly believed that Xiao Bei could escape danger.

At this moment, Xiao Bei suddenly turned his head during the battle and looked at Bei Li.

The endless confidence and tenderness revealed in those eyes made Beili's heart tremble, and the uneasiness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"Humph, I don't believe you can hide forever!

"Brother Lan was furious, and his attacks became more and more rapid, and his fierce moves continued to attack Xiao Bei without stopping.

However, as his physical strength was depleted, his movements gradually became tired, and his flaws became increasingly obvious in Xiao Bei's eyes.

Xiao Bei's eyes were as sharp as torches as he silently scrutinized every move of Monk Lan. He already had a plan in mind.

At this time, he dodged the fierce attack of Monk Lan again. He secretly accumulated strength and silently recited the newly comprehended spell in his heart. The spiritual power flowed rapidly in his body, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Beili, wait and see how I deal with him!

" Xiao Bei raised the corner of his mouth slightly and spoke softly to Bei Li, his tone calm but with awe-inspiring dominance.

Monk Lan was still attacking relentlessly, completely unaware of the approaching danger. Xiao Bei raised his hand slightly with a playful look, spiritual power leaping at his fingertips, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in the air.

When Monk Lan was fully engaged in an exhausting attack, Xiao Bei's eyes fixed, as if the final curtain of the drama was about to begin.

In the midst of the great battle, the outcome is still uncertain, but the game that has been completed in one go is already before us. Whoever controls the opportunity when the curtain falls will have the stage.

Just as Monk Lan was trying to deliver the final blow, Xiao Bei was already counting silently in his mind.

Three, two, one, he suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips radiated meteor-like light, and an incomparable spiritual power surged like a huge wave, rushing straight towards Monk Lan.

"This move is called 'Flowing Light Destruction'.

" Before Xiao Bei finished speaking, his spiritual power had already accurately hit the target.

Monk Lan didn't even have time to react before he was swallowed up by this vast force. All he heard was a violent roar. He flew out in a mess amidst a cloud of dust and fell heavily to the ground, unable to move for a long time.

The monks who were watching were all dumbfounded and secretly sighed: Xiao Bei is indeed an extraordinary genius. He has once again resolved a difficult situation.

"Now you know who's really playing it, right?

"Xiao Bei patted the dust on the corner of his clothes and said in a calm tone, then turned around and didn't look at Brother Lan again.

Bei Li ran up, smiled and took Xiao Bei's arm, saying admiringly: "Xiao Bei, you are so handsome!

"

Xiao Bei smiled helplessly and patted Bei Li's head gently: "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, we have to continue on our way.

"

So everyone adjusted their pace and started their return journey.

Behind them, the place of cultivation that had once been in crisis gradually returned to its former tranquility.

A ray of rosy light appeared in the sky, heralding the arrival of a new dawn.

However, no one can be sure whether the turmoil in the world of immortal cultivation has really disappeared without a trace.

In the vast mountains and wilderness, Xiao Bei looked back at the broken formation not far away, his eyes slightly deep.

The not-too-distant sky, set off by a faint red glow, seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil.

Xiao Bei's fingertips rubbed gently, as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's go home, the road ahead is still long." He murmured softly, turned around and walked forward resolutely. The group walked in the morning light, and the wind behind them sounded softly, as if whispering unspoken secrets.