"He's among us. Quickly find him!"
As Fang Xing's voice rang out, it sounded as if it was right in their ears. Shi Fayin and the others were shocked. From the sound of his voice, the little devil was clearly not far from them. But why couldn't they see his shadow when they scanned the area with their Divine Sense? This was not a small surprise. Shi Fayin immediately shouted. The disciples of the Nimble Sect looked around in fear. They were afraid that the little devil was among them.
"What happened?"
"Where did the little devil go?"
The cultivators who were watching the battle from afar also cried out in shock. Some even stood up and looked into the distance.
They didn't know what had happened, but they had a bad premonition. They all whispered to each other.
"Everyone, don't panic. I, Daomu Daomu, will find his tracks …"
Amidst the panic, a loud shout came from within the Nimble Sect's spell formation. Suddenly, a short and fat man wearing a coarse monk's robe jumped into the air. His monk's sleeves fluttered and he opened them. From his sleeves, a round object flew out. It shone brightly in the air. If one looked closely, they would see that it looked like an eyeball. It was as if it was alive. The light it emitted was deep and clear. In an instant, it swept across all the regions.
"Thank you, Daomu Daomu!"
Shi Fayin's heart calmed down and he loudly expressed his thanks.
This Daomu Daomu Daomu was a wild cultivator from the Northern Region. Because of his high level of cultivation, he set up his own dojo in the Nine Eye Mountain. When he was young, he had a fortuitous encounter. In a small temple that had been abandoned after the destruction of Buddhism, he found a Buddhist secret technique, a few magical weapons, and the bones of a senior monk who had passed away. He was worried about his path of cultivation, so he continued to cultivate. He practiced the Buddhist secret technique and refined a few Buddhist treasures. His appearance also changed. He became half Buddhist and half Taoist, and no one laughed at him.
Although his appearance was comical, his skills were not bad. The magical weapon he used was refined from the eyeball on the bones of the senior monk. The magical weapon was indescribable and could not be used to subdue others. However, it could see through illusions. Some of the illusions that even the Yuanying Ancestor could not see through would be exposed by this magical weapon. The Nimble Sect had paid a great price to invite him over to guard the place. It was to prevent Fang Xing from using some kind of concealing technique, or to use the Dragon God to help him conceal himself.
Seeing that Daomu Daomu had used his magical weapon, the disciples of the Nimble Sect were slightly relieved. They calmed their breathing and focused their attention on their surroundings.
However, they only saw the light of the Dharma Eye sweep across the void. Daomu Daomu Daomu's sleeves fluttered and he rode on a cloud. He closed his eyes slightly and his right hand formed a seal. He was deducing something. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes. The Dharma Eye that was sweeping across the void suddenly stopped. A beam of light shone straight at a certain spot in the sky and stopped moving.
"He is there!"
Daomu Daomu shouted and raised an alms bowl to cover it.
"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"
There was no lack of people with profound cultivation in the Nimble Sect. After Daomu Daomu pointed out the direction, several divine senses swept over.
Previously, it was a chaotic mess with people everywhere. Celestial artifacts, talismans, flying swords, and other spiritual lights were overflowing in all directions. Even with their divine senses, they couldn't find Fang Xing for a while. But now that they had determined the direction and were pointed at by the splendor of the Dharma Eye, their vision became much clearer. With a sweep, they immediately discovered that something was wrong. Under the splendor of the Dharma Eye, a thumb-sized ivory tower was flying swiftly in the air. Like a white bolt of lightning, it was noiselessly moving between the formations.
When everyone looked over, they saw Daomu Daomu's alms bowl coming down. However, the small tower was too slippery and did not cover it.
"It's that small tower …"
"The little devil is in the small tower. Stop him …"
Countless people shouted at the same time and each of them used their magical weapons to suppress the tower.
"Rumble!"
The four copper seals from the Dharma Eye, the Immortal Net, and the big saber from the other two Peak Masters, and Daomu Daomu's alms bowl all covered the tower. Before the magical weapons arrived, their auras had already suppressed the void. For a moment, under the light of the magical weapons, even the wind seemed to be frozen. Time seemed to have stopped flowing. This was the mystery of the four copper seals. Just their light was enough to suppress the void.
Unfortunately, it was not very useful to Fang Xing or the small tower. At this time, inside the small tower, Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow were only the size of a grain of rice. However, they were equally arrogant. They knew everything that was happening around them. When he saw the magical weapons coming, Fang Xing immediately jumped up and laughed. "Hahahaha, you want to stop me with these pieces of trash? Tower of the Void, escape … "
"Whoosh …"
Its original speed was already very shocking, but in order to avoid being discovered, the small ivory tower's speed increased by three times in an instant. With a "chi" sound, even the void was cut open. The surrounding void that had been frozen completely lost its effect when this void crack appeared. They could only watch helplessly as the small ivory tower broke out of the encirclement and fled forward.
"Aiyo, not good, stop him …"
"Where is he? Where is the tower? "
"There, hit him …"
"F * ck you! That's my Flaming Pearl. You hit the wrong person. Give me back my magical weapon …"
The pagoda was really too small. As it passed through the formation like a bolt of lightning, it immediately caused chaos wherever it passed. It was like a huge army on the battlefield. No matter how skilled a swordsman was, he would not be able to forcefully break out of the encirclement. However, this huge army clad in armour and wielding halberds might not be able to stop a fly that was flying at high speed. Not only did they not succeed in stopping the pagoda, they instead became an obstacle for the others. Most of the attacks were blocked by their own people, unable to reach the pagoda.
"Hua!"
An immortal net fell. It did not catch the small tower, but it caught dozens of disciples of the Nimble Sect.
"Whoosh!"
A divine sword flew over. The small tower slipped away from the edge of the sword, but it killed two or three people next to it.
"Boom!"
Four big seals fell, but they did not stop Fang Xing. He was knocked unconscious by two fierce beasts that rushed over from the side.
The dignified Nimble Sect's big formation was really in a mess.
"Little devil, where do you think you are going …"
In the midst of the chaos, it was still Daomu who used his magic eyes to catch traces of Fang Xing again. He shouted loudly. His voice was like a great bell, majestic and overbearing. He stood in the air, holding a golden pestle in his hand, and smashed it towards the small tower.
"Motherf * cker, kill this bald donkey …"
Fang Xing was a person who held a grudge. Seeing this monk blocking his way, not only did he not dodge, he even increased his speed and charged over. With a dong sound, that golden pestle smashed onto Lil 'Pagoda. Unexpectedly, Lil' Pagoda was not smashed away by him at all. Instead, the pestle in his hand was sent flying, and one of his arms was indescribably sore and numb. At the same time, Lil 'Pagoda shot out rapidly, and like a bolt of lightning, it pierced through the monk's right eye and passed through his skull.
"Peng …"
A bloody light flew out from the back of the monk's head along with the small tower, and once again flew into the void.
Daomu miserably screamed again and again. The gains did not make up for the losses, and he fell to the ground. It was unknown if he was dead or not.
The entire Nimble Sect's formation had already been thrown into chaos. However, in the eyes of the spectators, it felt different. Looking down from the sky, the Nimble Sect's formation was enveloped by dark black clouds that covered the sky. It was cold and somber. However, after the little devil charged into the formation, they could clearly see spiritual light, miserable shrieks, and blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The various areas of chaos formed a straight line that rapidly streaked forward. It was as if an invisible sword had slashed through the black clouds within a radius of a hundred miles. They could only watch helplessly as the black clouds were quickly split in half from the north to the south. They had already been split by more than seventy miles.
"Not good, quickly summon the Yuanying ancestor's dharma …"
The seal in the formation could no longer maintain its image at this time. Its eyes were like lanterns as it madly shouted.
The small tower was too strange, causing many of their methods to fail. They could only watch helplessly as the little devil was about to successfully rush into the formation.
At this time, they could no longer care about anything else and could only summon the Yuanying ancestor's dharma to descend and suppress this child.
"Hehe, boy, stay here!"
However, there was no need for him to say anything. At the back of the Nimble Sect's big formation, there was an altar hidden in the middle of the formation. Suddenly, a ray of light rose up, and in the air, it turned into the appearance of a white-robed old man that was a hundred meters tall. He chuckled and his palm fell from the sky. Magic power condensed on his five fingers, and he locked onto a point in the middle. It was the small tower.
The Yuanying ancestor of the Nimble Sect had already made his move.
Or, it could be said that he had been waiting for a long time, waiting for the situation to turn bad, then he would make his move to clean up the mess.
The seal was not an idiot, and the Yuanying ancestor of the Nimble Sect was not an idiot either. He knew that although the little devil and the master of the Mystical Peak were betting on the lives of the Nimble Sect's disciples, in reality, it was a matter of the Nimble Sect's reputation. If the Nimble Sect won, there would be no glory. After all, they had only gathered the strength of the entire sect to win against a youth from Nan Zhan. However, if the Nimble Sect lost, it would truly be a great sect of the Northern Domain. Because of this, they had countless backup plans, just in case.
The Yuanying ancestor of the Nimble Sect's dharma had long been hidden in the big formation. If the little devil was unable to break the formation, he would naturally not show himself. However, at this time, seeing that the entire sect was unable to capture the small tower, he had no choice but to show himself to save the situation.
If he captured the little devil, it would only cause some people to secretly gossip about him. On the surface, he would still be able to preserve his reputation.
"Shameless! You actually hid the Yuanying ancestor in the big formation. Little bandit, what do we do now?"
Inside the small tower, the Great Golden Crow felt a powerful binding force that was like an iron lotus outside. It was both angry and angry, and it loudly croaked.
Fang Xing, who was controlling the small tower, was also angry. He looked at the Yuanying ancestor of the Nimble Sect, who was sitting in the air in front of him, and sneered. Fang Xing's temper immediately flared up. He madly poured spiritual power into the small tower and shouted, "Smash him to death!"
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