Ning Chongxuan did not even bother to look at which formation door he entered. Once he entered the room, he identified it and headed towards the place where the spiritual vigor was the densest.
Not far away, he suddenly sensed something strange. He raised his head and saw a white light falling from the top of the door.
A cold glint appeared in his eyes. The sword beside him vibrated with a buzzing sound and suddenly flew up. He held the sword horizontally and blocked it in mid-air, unable to descend. At this moment, looking at its appearance, it was a strangely shaped flying knife formed by the formation's Qi.
The knife seemed to be unwilling to give up after its first attack. It flew up to a high place and slashed down again. This time, it was blocked by the sword. After a few slashes, the white light on the knife gradually dimmed, showing signs of not being able to withstand it. On the contrary, the sword Qi vigor was getting stronger and stronger. The whole sky was filled with green light. Finally, with a sword hum, a rainbow light flashed and the knife was cut into two. With another turn, one of the halves was sucked into the sword ray and disappeared.
In the depths of the formation, the skinny Daoren's chest tightened. He was shocked and angry, "You broke my formation knife? Do you think you can break my spell just like that? "
He took the flag, held the flagpole with both hands and waved it with force.
As he cast his spell, the remaining half of the knife suddenly jumped and shook off the sword ray. It turned into lightning and slashed down.
Ning Chongxuan's expression was unusually calm. He did not dodge or evade. As the mana around him surged, the three balls above his head suddenly shook and countless shining sword auras flew out. The flying knife seemed to have rushed into a waterfall of sword auras. Every time it fell, it would be worn down a little. In just half a breath, it was reduced to the size of a copper coin.
Finally, when it reached Ning Chongxuan, it was only a grain of rice. He reached out and grabbed it into his palm. After taking a look at it, he snapped his fingers and completely dispersed it. Then, he waved his sleeves and all the spiritual vigor was turned into the green gas above his head. Vaguely, there were Qi swords that looked like magic swords. They flashed for a moment and then disappeared.
This was the Thousand Cloud Sword Qi. When fighting with others. The sword Qi twisted and absorbed the opponent's Qi vigor for its own use.
If the Qi vigor was full, another sword Qi would be formed. From ten to a hundred. From a hundred to a thousand. Usually, within a single breath, a thousand swords could attack at the same time.
If the opponent did not have any countermeasures, it was very likely that they would be defeated and killed by this storm of attacks.
With Ning Chongxuan's current power. Although he could already control a thousand Sword Qis, he could only maintain it for ten breaths at most. This was already the limit he could reach. If he wanted to improve further, he could only improve his cultivation and reach the third stage of Yuanying as soon as possible. Only then would he be able to unleash the true power of this technique.
When the skinny Daoren saw that his method was broken, he was at a loss for what to do and only recovered after a long while.
He was a disciple of a small sect that was affiliated with the six great demon sects. Although he had refined this ominous array, his own knowledge was shallow. Seeing that the saber formation was unable to do anything to the person who came, he thought that it was because the opponent's strength was too high and he had underestimated him.
Therefore, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat a few mouthfuls of blood on the flag to gather the spiritual vigor in the formation. Then, a flickering white flying saber appeared on the sacrificial table on the altar. It looked sharp and cold, and it was sharper than the previous one.
As he had used up a lot of his mana, he looked terrible at the moment. He raised his hand and pointed. The flying saber left the sacrificial table and turned into a light. Then, the formation turned and almost in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Ning Chongxuan.
At the moment when the saber ray broke through the void, Ning Chongxuan immediately sensed it. With a command of his mind, the sword was already lifted up and intercepted the flying saber. This time, there was a sound of metal clashing.
Judging from the sound, he knew that this saber was much more solid than the previous one, but it was still not to the extent that it posed a threat to him. He activated the cloud of mana and wielded the sword to grind it. In less than ten breaths, the saber was completely grinded.
After finishing this thing, he continued to move forward. Not long after, another saber ray came. Just like the previous two times, it was broken.
Along the way, there was a constant stream of saber lights. He saw that his opponent only repeated his previous actions, as if he was very eager to kill him, but there was no change in his moves at all. He didn't even use a sneak attack. He immediately judged that the person in charge of the formation probably didn't have any experience in fighting.
The skinny Daoren used all his skills, but he still could not kill the opponent. He became extremely anxious.
He was in a dilemma at the moment. Yang Poyu said that the person in charge of the formation did not have to defend to the death and could retreat if the situation was not good. Others could, but he was different.
Previously, he had boasted that he could stop Xuanmen here for two hours. For this, Yang Poyu even gave him a rare elixir. However, it had not been two hours yet, and he abandoned the formation. The Huncheng Sect would definitely not let him off easily.
Moreover, for this formation, he sacrificed more than half of his lifespan and blood essence. If he did not succeed, he would only be waiting for death when he returned. Instead of that, he might as well stake everything on one throw.
There was a hint of fierceness on his face. He raised his hand and grabbed his chest. His face twitched as he dug out his Heart Lord. He squeezed hard and drops of black blood essence dripped from the gap between his fingers, landing on the altar in front of him.
As soon as the blood came into contact with it, a chilly wind started blowing on the platform. There was a thick murderous aura coming from all directions. It kept gathering and finally condensed into a three feet long black flying saber in the sky.
After doing all this, with a shake of his body, his soul had already abandoned this tattered physical body and floated out of the fontanelle. He first turned his head to glare hatefully at the formation, then soared into the sky and fled out of the formation.
This saber gathered all the spiritual vigor in the formation. Once a living person approached it, it would be activated. However, even he could not control it. After gathering it, he quickly escaped. He was afraid that if he was too late, he would be killed together with the spirit.
At this moment, Ning Chong was not far from the altar. At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something. His eyes suddenly chased in a direction and caught a wisp of flying shadow. He stretched out his hand and pointed. A swift sword ray flew thousands of feet away and destroyed the wisp of spirit on the spot.
At this moment, the whole formation suddenly shook as if the sky and earth were turning upside down. A shocking saber qi black light shot up and slashed down from the sky.
His eyes were calm. He stepped on the ground and used the Small Heavens Teleportation. His figure flashed in the air and arrived at the side of the altar. He did not even look at the pursuing saber ray. He waved his sleeves and dozens of strong thunderbolts flew down. In an instant, the altar was broken into pieces.
As the altar was destroyed, it was equivalent to breaking the formation. The saber qi instantly became water without a source. It trembled in the air and dissipated like smoke.
Not long after, rays of light sprinkled down from the top. The whole formation also completely collapsed in the rumbling sound.
In another direction, the disciples of the Zhao You lineage were attacking the west road with a few elders of the Qincang School.
After Liu Yanyi personally broke the first three formations, she temporarily retreated and replaced by Wei Zihong. She returned to the Flying Star Palace to meditate and recover her Qi. As for Tian Kun and the others, they were at the back to provide support in case of any sudden changes.
In addition to being a disciple of the Qincang School, Wei Zihong was also the leader of the Yaoyin Clan. In order to deal with this battle, he actually brought dozens of talismans with him. The number was so large that it made people speechless.
After he entered the formation, he did not even come to fight with you. He directly used his talismans to attack. If one didn't work, he would add another.
This was clearly an act of using his wealth to suppress others. The people of the Devil Sect who were guarding the formation were also at their wits' end. They were defeated one after another. He actually broke through three formations in one go. When he reached the fourth formation diagram, the other side saw him coming. They did not try to fight him head-on. They just gave a feigned response and then retreated.
Elder Xun, who was traveling with him, shook his head repeatedly. When the number of talismans reached a certain level, it was indeed extremely difficult to resist. At this moment, even if he went to guard the formation, the result would probably be the same.
Because Wei Zihong had not expended any transcendence energy along the way, now that the four formations had been broken, he wanted to take the fifth formation diagram in one go. After the two of them fled for several dozen li, Elder Xun suddenly paused and said, "Wise Master Wei, wait a moment."
Wei Zihong stopped and raised his hands in a salute. He said, "Elder Xun, is something the matter?"
Elder Xun looked around and said in a low voice, "There's something strange about this place. I'm afraid we've already entered the formation."
Wei Zihong was startled, and then he became vigilant. Although this elder's cultivation was similar to his, he had lived for over nine hundred years, and had seen and experienced many things. Wei Zihong didn't dare to underestimate this person's words in the slightest. He looked around, but didn't notice any clues.
Elder Xun closed his eyes and thought for a while. Suddenly, he looked in a direction and saw a flying crane flying over. There was a child riding on it. He said, "It is indeed so."
With a flick of his finger, a strand of transcendence energy shot out. The flying crane let out a mournful cry and fell from the sky. The child fell to his death along with it. However, after they landed, they suddenly disappeared.
Wei Zihong's expression froze. He said, "Elder Xun, could we be in an illusory formation?"
Elder Xun said, "Wise Master Wei, from now on, you must remember to be careful and not have any distracting thoughts. There's a formation diagram in the Origin Mirage Gate called the 'Yin Spirit Formation'. It's somewhat similar to the situation before us. "
Wei Zihong followed his words and guarded his mind. He asked calmly, "May I ask, Elder Xun, what's the knack of this formation?"
Elder Xun said indifferently, "If it really is the 'Yin Spirit Formation', it can create all kinds of powerful people that we've seen. If we're killed by it, we'll definitely die. However, if we stay true to ourselves and keep our minds calm, we'll be fine. "
Wei Zihong nodded. It was indeed better to be cautious. If he was not careful, his master, Zhang Yan, would appear. How could he fight then?
Right at this moment, someone sang loudly in the sky. A graceful Daoist dressed in feathered robes and a star crown came from afar.
Elder Xun looked up and frowned. "This person has the aura of a profound sect. He shouldn't be someone from the devil sect. However, I don't recognize him. Do you recognize him, Wise Master Wei?"
Wei Zihong said in surprise, "I don't recognize him either."
Elder Xun's thoughts changed. He suddenly thought of something and his expression changed. He shouted, "Quickly conceal the spiritual consciousness of the treasure."
Wei Zihong also came to his senses after being reminded. He hurriedly cast a spell to conceal the spiritual vigor of the treasure on him.
Elder Xun sighed. "I've overlooked it. I should've thought of it. The devil sect's arrangement this time is aimed at your treasure. The people here are created by the mental image. However, if the treasure has true consciousness, it can also create the people it sees. Your treasure comes from the Yaoyin Clan. The person that the person in front of you is most likely someone from the Yaoyin Clan!"
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