Nuomi didn't know that those monks from the Immortal Cultivation Sect were monitoring their young monks' every move, and she didn't even bother to wonder what those monks would say about her current behavior.

Call her cowardly, call her opportunistic.

She spent several days opening a protective formation in front of a cave she had found, and planted many fairy grass seedlings in it. As long as she can insist on watering those fairy grasses every day, those seedlings will always grow.

None of the monks who came to participate in the contest had ever thought of such a method.

Those monks were all from sword cultivation and immortal cultivation, even if it was Ye Fan, he was originally talented, although he had been a disciple in an unfamous sect like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but at that time, he was also a senior brother of the inner door, where did he know what immortal grass was cultivated. Only a monk with a miscellaneous background like Nuomi can come up with such a trick.

She followed the pillar and looked inside the illusion outside.

There is no demon beast in this illusion that she can provoke. The cultivation level of those demon beasts is higher than hers, and she doesn't know how long she has lived in this illusion, and each one of them is extremely cunning. If it weren't for the fact that there was a pillar beside her that was very sensitive to murderous aura, she didn't know how many times she would have been ambushed by the ambushed demon beasts.

Sometimes she would meet other monks who were in the fight.

Although the scope of the Ethereal Fantasy is huge, it is still a limited area.

Glutinous rice rode on the shoulders of the pillars, and could see far away, and occasionally you would see the monks fighting the monsters. When she saw the monks fighting, she knew she was nothing.

In front of those monks, she was so clever, she was really just clever. If she really needs to collide together, no matter how much she thinks, I'm afraid she won't be able to last long.

The only thing she felt glad about was that she didn't have to have any conflict with the monks.

The rest of the monks should have known about her existence, but in such a large ranks. She should be the one with the lowest level of cultivation. Even if any monk found out about her existence, they would not bother to fight her. For her, this is the best outcome. She was worried that she would be targeted by other monks because she was too useless.

Now I see that those monks also have their dignity. I'm not going to just take her for.

After all, even if they really fight with glutinous rice, even if they beat glutinous rice to the point that they can no longer participate in the competition, it will be of no use to them. Just want to snatch the materials, and if you cultivate like glutinous rice, it's unlikely that you will get any materials in your hands. I'm afraid that among those monks, none of them really regard glutinous rice as an opponent.

This really makes glutinous rice feel happy.

However, she was also a little unhappy.

It was really that the monks around her were too far away from her, and she could feel the surging aura coming to her face just watching the battle between those monks and demon beasts from afar. Even sitting on the pillar, there is a feeling of loneliness.

In the face of the spiritual pressure of those monks, Nuomi really felt like she was standing alone on the empty plain. It was as if I had nowhere to dodge and was forced to face that pressure.

"It's horrible."

Glutinous rice muttered quietly, and couldn't help but grasp the clothes on the pillar.

Even if the pillar was already in front of her with his hand. She still felt that the battle between those monks and demon beasts was terrifying.

Maybe it's because it's in the ethereal fantasy.

In the past, when she was outside, she didn't fight with monsters. Even in the face of the pseudo-dragon, she was still able to calmly lay down a lightning array. But in an ethereal fantasy world, seeing the battle between those monks and demon beasts, she was actually a little scared.

It was a fear that she couldn't tell—a fear that was not directed at the monks themselves, but only a fear in the face of power. And. It's not that you're afraid that those forces will fall on you.

It seems to be some deeper instinctive fear.

It's like, as if the monks continue to use this power, there will be a terrible invitation.

This feeling of fear is not unfamiliar, but Glutinous Rice can't recall how long ago she had experienced something like starvation.

She had also thought about admonishing the monks to restrain themselves. But later, I saw more battles, and Nuomi gradually understood. The monks would never have listened to her. The only thing they believe in is power, in this illusion. All they could rely on was the sword or spell in their hand, and they didn't feel that there were more possibilities in this illusion.

Glutinous rice sometimes feels puzzled, such a competition, if it is a ring match, then it is just that.

But the Immortal Cultivation Sect took such pains to send them into the Ethereal Illusion Realm. But just to ask them to fight the demon beasts in the illusion realm, this is a bit too much. Rather than fighting, she prefers to bypass the demon beasts and slowly explore the situation in this illusion.

Because there is an ethereal illusion in the body, after coming into contact with the illusion of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, Nuomi can feel much more than other monks.

Even if those monks had an illusion in the sect, it was impossible for them to be able to enter and exit the illusion every day like Nuomi. Nuomi also has to transform the environment inside the illusion, planting spirit valleys and fairy grass in it, so that he naturally has a deeper understanding of the illusion.

In her opinion, this illusion of the Immortal Cultivation Sect was already dead, and it wouldn't last much time. Although this illusion may have existed for thousands of years, in a few decades, or even a shorter time, this illusion will gradually dissipate, and it will no longer be so prosperous.

-- Dry.

This word reminded Nuomi of the land she had seen in her dreams, and it was charred and black.

She felt that the monks of the Immortal Cultivation Sect should know this, but she didn't know why, and they didn't repair this illusion even a little.

Glutinous rice shook her head and threw such thoughts out of her head.

Even if this illusion is really about to be shattered, it has nothing to do with her. She was a little embarrassed, unwilling to hurt the illusion too much. But now there are no scruples. Since this illusion could not survive for a long time.

The illusion of the Immortal Cultivation Sect is indeed very large, she sits on the shoulder of the pillar, and explores a little bit outside every day, but she never reaches the end. She also met some monks on the way, and they didn't want to have anything to do with her, so they turned around and left.

There are also monks who are not alone, but surround a demon beast in twos and threes, and they don't know how they will be distributed in the end.

Nuomi tries hard to find some monsters in the illusion that she can deal with, but she soon realizes that her efforts are in vain. No matter how hard she tried, she would not be able to find a demon beast weaker than her in this illusion.

Even if there is a newborn demon beast, it must be with its parents at this time, and it is impossible for it to leave the lair alone.

In this illusion, Nuomi has no way to stretch his divine consciousness at will like outside. Don't say that she can't do it at all, even if she can do it, she doesn't dare.

There are so many monks in the illusion, and each of them is very kind to her, and at this time she suddenly uses her divine sense to test, if she meets a violent person, maybe she will really raise her sword and hit the door.

"Alas, senior brother. I'd like to hunt a few monsters, too. Not to mention anything else, that is, you can only eat Linggu here every day, and there are always some things that are not a problem. But the monsters in this fantasy world are so powerful. Nuomi shook his head, waved his hand to the side, and continued, "Oh, the spirit wood over there looks good, it should be a treasure and high-quality spirit wood." Senior brother, drag it back, it should be able to refine a good magic weapon. ”

She clapped her hands, jumped down from the shoulders of the pillar, squatted down and picked up some fragments of dirt on the ground to look at them, and soon showed a satisfied smile again, "Well, it's a fantasy, there are really a lot of materials here." The yellow pure land in this place was taken back and used for refining. Even alchemy can be used, which is really good. ”

If Nuomi could see the expressions of the monks outside the water mirror, he would definitely find that they were opening their mouths wide open at this time, revealing an expression of disbelief. Only the real person in the feather coat was covering his mouth at this time, trying to make a stern and upright appearance.

There is no monk who comes to participate in the contest like Nuomi.

First, he excavated the fairy grass seedlings in the illusion to cultivate in front of his temporary cave, and then asked the puppet to knock down the spirit wood and drag it back to refine it into a magic weapon. The puppet was like a brown bear, using the strength of its body to forcibly knock down the spirit wood and drag it in its hands and take it away.

They did know the value of these spiritual trees, but none of the monks who came to participate in the competition had ever done such an act.

It's no different from a robber who has plundered it.

Outside, the monks didn't pay attention to the glutinous rice for a day or two, and they watched the little girl sit on the puppet, and every time they went to a place, they almost took away all the materials that could come in handy.

That's right, she really doesn't cultivate much, and she doesn't fight hard against those demon beasts.

But in the illusion, you can pick up materials everywhere. Those things that are not guarded by demon beasts are still good things, but they are of a worse grade.

――No matter how much the grade is different, it can't stand the search method of this female doll scraping off a layer of the ground!

ps: Thank you for the sachet of Qinglu's tip!

It's okay, it's okay, the hand is an arm strain, and now it's fine, it's not a terrible injury like a cyst. Thank you for your concern! =w=