Old Monster Wan Luo was well aware that his chances of passing the eighth formation with his current body were simply too low.
In fact, being able to pass through the sixth and seventh formations was largely due to luck. If he hadn't studied the characteristics of the tormented spirits for the sake of his old friend, Hu Qin, and the reason why that little bastard was trapped by the tormented spirits, he wouldn't have been able to find the weakness of the Forbidden Slaves so accurately in the seventh formation and slay forty ghosts with his sword to break through the formation.
But he could lose, but he couldn't bear the scolding and contempt of a young man. It was an insult.
"Who do you think you are to talk about respect in front of me?"
In the eighth formation, there was a young man with a face like a statue. He was around 20 years old, but his expression was like an ice sculpture. When he heard Old Monster Wan Luo's words, a cold expression appeared on his face. He raised a finger and pointed at Old Monster Wan Luo. His voice was filled with anger as he said indifferently, "Scram!"
Rumble!
Inside the formation, a lightning snake swam and turned into a python whip, lashing at the outside of the formation.
"Pa!"
Old Monster Wan Luo's eyes were filled with rage after being insulted. Although he was seriously injured, his killing intent surged. He stretched out his palm and the Spiritual Energy in his palm surged like a tide, catching the whip in his hand. The python whip roared and charred his palm, but he still managed to catch it firmly. He shouted towards the inside of the formation, "Junior, you can kill me in the formation, but how can you stop me from entering the formation?"
"I made a bet with someone. Even if Yuanying came, he wouldn't be able to pass the first seven formations …"
The young man in the formation said coldly, "… Not to mention you?"
"Whoosh!"
Another python whip materialized and lashed out at Old Monster Wan Luo.
"How rude!"
Old Monster Wan Luo reached out once more and grabbed onto another Lightning Python furiously.
"When my old friends sent me out of seclusion, I promised them that I would at least enter the eighth formation!"
Old Monster Wan Luo took a deep breath and was about to tear off the two python whips and rush forward.
However, with a "xiu" sound, another python whip appeared and lashed out from behind.
Old Monster Wan Luo let out a groan and his hunched body bent down once more, nearly falling onto the ground.
In the seventh formation, he wielded the heavy sword and chopped forty evil ghosts with his almost exhausted body, which really exceeded the limit of his physical body at his age. Although he was not completely exhausted, he was almost there. Holding the two python whips just now almost exhausted his remaining spiritual power. In addition, he was seriously injured, and even his mind was about to be scattered. He could not resist the sudden third whip.
"Nan Zhan is a rogue cultivator. Do you think you're qualified to talk about guarantees in front of me?"
In the eighth formation, the faint voice sounded again, and another whip fell out of thin air.
"Pfft …"
Blood spurted out from Old Monster Wan Luo's mouth and nose as his hands trembled with boundless hatred.
However, he did not speak for a long time. Instead, he straightened his body and walked forward.
"Chi …"
Another whip landed on his chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"I want to enter the formation, what do you have to stop me?"
Old Monster Wan Luo stepped forward again.
"Xiu …"
Another whip lashed out, causing him to stagger and almost fall down.
"You can't enter the formation if I don't let you!"
Because of this, he did not enter the array. The entire scene was seen by the cultivators at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain. For a moment, the cold wind was silent, and no one spoke. Everyone's expression was extremely complicated. There was hatred, pity, and coldness.
"Sect Master Cang Wu, the Divine Son of your Talisman Path has become more and more hot-tempered after practicing the Thunder Art!"
After a while, even the Sect Master of the Yin Spirit Path, the old woman, couldn't help but say to the young Sect Master.
"This kid is destined to kill demons and monsters with the Thunder Art in the future. It's not a big deal for him to focus on his Art!"
The Sect Master of the Talisman Path said calmly as if he did not care.
The Sect Master of the Pure Yang Path let out a sigh after hearing this. He knew that the Sect Master of the Talisman Path was protective, so he did not speak further.
"Senior Wan Luo, let's go down the mountain, we're not going to attempt the formation …"
A cry of agony could be heard as a Nan Zhan cultivator knelt on the ground and cried out in pain.
The whip landed on Old Monster Wan Luo's body, but it felt like the whip landed on their souls, causing them to feel despair.
However, Old Monster Wan Luo on the mountain did not seem to have heard it. He forced himself to move forward without any intention of backing down.
"You're asking for it, don't blame me for it!"
The Divine Son of the Talisman Path in the eighth formation seemed to be annoyed. He let out a cold roar, and a terrifying lightning serpent with the thickness of a human's waist appeared outside the formation. Crackling arcs of lightning spread in all directions like a lightning dragon as it floated above Old Monster Wan Luo's head. Even the cultivators at the foot of the mountain could sense its unstoppable aura, causing them to feel a sense of panic.
"Sigh, are the juniors these days really so immoral?"
Old Monster Wan Luo did not back down. He raised his head and looked at the lightning whip in the sky.
There seemed to be a hint of despair and unwillingness on his face.
He could've entered the eighth formation …
With a 'ka la la' sound, the lightning whip rose up high and then lashed down.
The power of the whip seemed to be able to split the stone path of the Pilgrimage Mountain in half.
Old Monster Wan Luo, who was small in stature, looked like he could not even withstand a single blow.
"Enough …"
At this moment, a furious roar rang out. A red figure suddenly appeared at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain and appeared not far away from Old Monster Wan Luo. Then, with a wave of his sleeves, two long silks shot out like snakes and wrapped around Old Monster Wan Luo's skinny body. Then, with a forceful tug, he was pulled away from the lightning whip that was descending from the sky.
Boom!
The lightning whip landed on the ground, scorching the ground and sending rocks flying in all directions. Terrifying lightning bolts danced in all directions, as if it had turned into a sea of lightning.
The red figure that had dragged Old Monster Wan Luo away turned around and fled in the void.
It was Li Hongyi. She had broken the rules and saved Old Monster Wan Luo.
"Girl … Why do you have to destroy this old man's last wish?"
Old Man Wan Luo opened his weak eyes. Seeing that it was Li Hongyi, he sighed with a bitter expression.
"Old senior, Junior Sister Ye Guyin has already gone to invite Junior Brother Fang. Are you really not willing to see him?"
Li Hongyi held back her tears and said softly. She landed at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain with Old Monster Wan Luo in her arms.
"That little bastard … is coming?"
Old Monster Wan Luo was slightly taken aback and his eyes were filled with shock.
"You are also a disciple of the Path of Yin Spirits. Why are you so rude?"
At the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, the Old Lady of the Path of Yin Spirit raised her eyebrows and shouted. She flicked her finger and a black light flew into the air. It looked inconspicuous but it was extremely terrifying. Li Hongyi, who was in the air, turned around quickly and took the blow with his back. His face changed and he fell to the ground like a paper kite.
"Urgh …"
Li Hongyi fell to the ground and blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. Old Monster Wan Luo fell out of her arms but was caught by Hou Guimen.
"Sect Leader, please spare my life … disciple, I have to take it …"
Li Hongyi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be begging for mercy but her smile was provocative.
"Heh, he wants to challenge the array. Life or death is up to fate. Why do you need to interfere?"
The Path Leader of the Path of Yin Spirits shouted, "Do you really think that just because Junior Uncle Ming loves you, I will not punish you according to the sect rules?"
Li Hongyi smiled pitifully and said softly, "Sect Leader, you have wronged me. I am not saving him, I am saving the Path of Yin Spirits!"
The Path of Yin Spirit's Daolord was slightly stunned, and then he sneered, "Oh? What do you mean? Why don't you tell me! "
Li Hongyi laughed coldly. A hint of malice rose in his eyes. His voice was gentle but contained a hint of viciousness. "This elder's cultivation goes without saying. But what's more frightening about him is that he has an incredible disciple … As a disciple of the Northern Three Paths, I'm really worried that if his disciple becomes ruthless, it will be difficult for me to escape when the three paths are in deep trouble …"
"Nonsense!"
The Path Leader of the Path of Yin Spirits raised her eyebrows and was about to scold Li Hongyi when she sensed something and turned to look.
"He's here?"
Li Hongyi was startled as well. Then, he was overjoyed as he looked in the same direction.
There, a golden cloud was flying towards the Pilgrimage Mountain with murderous intent.
"Bastards, who dares to bully my master, I will make your entire family pay with their lives …"
That Golden Cloud was actually a fat Golden Crow. When it spread its wings, they were actually able to cover a radius of a hundred feet. Under its wings, strong gusts of wind blew, and wherever it passed, mountains and trees were uprooted, creating a scene of devastation. And on its back, there was a young man in gray whose clothes fluttered in the wind. Standing beside him was a tall woman in white whose appearance could topple cities, and beneath his feet was a woman in purple whose face was filled with worry. Behind the young man, a murderous aura surged into the sky, almost like a black rainbow piercing through the sun. The intensity of the murderous aura caused the three Dao Masters to feel fear in their hearts.
"That little bastard is here?"
Old Curmudgeon Wan Luo heard the roar and forced his eyes open. He looked into the distance and a bitter smile crept onto his face.
"Why is he here?"
The young cultivators of Nan Zhan saw him and murmured to themselves with complicated expressions.
"This guy is finally here!"
Hou Guimen turned around with a hint of hope in his eyes.
"He …"
When Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci saw that figure, they felt as if they had suffered a heavy blow. They subconsciously leaned against each other and held each other's arms.
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