Outside the protective formation of Taixuan Academy.
In the Immortal Palace.
Wei Andong, the leader of the Dongxuan Immortal Gate, sat quietly in the spirit gathering formation.
The healing process had long since ended.
His stooped body had become straighter than a javelin.
The symptoms of white hair and withered skin caused by excessive consumption of hot blood had long disappeared. His black hair was thick like a waterfall, and each strand of hair was flowing with the brilliance of the Immortal Way. His skin was crystal clear, like flawless jade, shining.
The injuries that should have taken three or five years of hard work to fully recover had been completely healed in less than 40 hours.
At this time, he was running some kind of cultivation method.
A strange and faint aura, like a dormant beast, was surrounding him, and as he breathed, it expanded and contracted imperceptibly.
After a long while, he opened his eyes.
"What a bunch of good-for-nothings. They all died in the channel of the formation eye."
Wei Andong sighed.
But there was no disappointment or anger on his face.
Instead, there was a strange smile on his face.
"The plan went more smoothly than I thought. A total of 16 souls of resentment. Hahaha, I can use them to perfect my Six Paths of Reincarnation Streamer. It will be more perfect than I thought."
He couldn't help but laugh sinisterly.
A demonic aura flashed across his face.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Six dark red streamers shot out from his palm, shooting in six different directions around him.
They were six blood-red flags.
Each flagpole was made of extremely rare black blood immortal iron. It was as thick as the mouth of a bowl and six meters high. The patterns on the flags were different. They were all drawn with blood and exuded a strong smell of blood.
As soon as these six flags came out, the flags fluttered.
Bright red lines, like bloodstains, spread out from the bottom of the flagpoles and wandered on the ground of the Immortal Palace. Eventually, they converged and intersected, forming a gloomy formation.
Suddenly, the entire Immortal Palace was filled with ghostly aura, demonic aura surged, and the aura of the Immortal Way was gone.
And Wei Andong seemed to have transformed into an evil demon.
His black hair was dancing wildly, and his robe was fluttering.
"Soul, return."
He constantly pinched his hands together, chanting an ancient and obscure incantation even in the Immortal Realm.
An invisible power spread out from the Immortal Palace.
The few remaining Banished Deities of the Celestial World's thirty-six advance teams, as well as the other Fairies and Slaves, did not sense this power at all.
Even the Sky-concealing Matrix of Taixuan Academy could not resist the invasion of this power.
That was because this power would only work on certain types of food.
In the eight passageways of the Heaven Concealment Formation, the resentment of the Banished Immortal experts who had died completely, and even their Nascent Divinities had perished, was absorbed by this power.
Gradually, it formed an existence similar to the Soul of the Dead.
"I'm alive again?"
"What … what's going on?"
"That's not right. My Primordial Spirit has already died in battle. Why would it still be … Ah, the evil is causing trouble. There's something wrong with that Berserk Yellow Dragon Pill."
"No …"
Some of the dead Banished Immortals regained their consciousness, and soon realized that the reason their souls had been captured was because they had taken the Berserk Yellow Dragon Elixir in battle.
"Wei Andong!!!"
Some of the Banished Immortals sensed that something was amiss and let out a soundless roar.
The anger of being schemed against made them go berserk.
But it was to no avail.
The mysterious and ghostly power directly extracted them from the small world of the eight passageways of the Formation Eyes, wrapped them up, and flew toward the Bronze Immortal Palace.
"Ahahaha …"
In the Immortal Palace, Wei Andong's demon-like laughter echoed.
But no one else could hear it.
In less than 20 breaths, the 16 Soul of the Banished Immortals were all taken into the dark hall of the Immortal Palace, where the Demon Qi was tumbling.
"Wei Andong, what the hell did you do?"
The Sixteenth Prince's soul roared.
In this gloomy hall, under the effect of the formation rules, the Soul of the Dead seemed to be able to make sounds. The other Soul of the Dead, as well as Wei Andong, heard it.
All the Soul of the Banished Immortals heard the roar of the Sixteenth Prince.
Wei Andong smiled faintly and said, "What did I do? Haha, you losers have all died at the hands of the insects of the Lower World. You've really disgraced our Immortal Realm. How dare you ask me what I've done? "
"What the hell was in that elixir of yours?"
The Sixteenth Prince charged at Wei Andong furiously.
But a gust of chilly wind swept over and lashed at the Sixteenth Prince like a whip. The latter let out a shrill scream as his Soul Body was shattered and then slowly reformed.
"Berserk Yellow Dragon Elixir?"
The corners of Wei Andong's mouth curled up.
"That's an elixir to help you improve your strength. Unfortunately, you're too useless. Even this kind of elixir can't help you defeat the scum of the Lower World. What a waste of my elixir."
He looked at the 16 Soul of the Dead in the Immortal Palace and said disdainfully.
"If I'm not mistaken, even if we win, the end result is death. It's just that if we lose, we'll die in the hands of the warriors of the Lower World. If we win, we'll die in your hands. "
Daoist Cha Jin said angrily.
Daoist Scenic Cloud also said, "Your elixir is mixed with other ingredients. Wei Andong, how dare you plot against us? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals?"
"Hahahaha."
Wei Andong laughed wildly when he heard that.
"That's why I said you're a bunch of idiots."
"You still don't understand?"
"Why does the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals want to punish me?"
"In order to gain insight into the tactical deployment of Taixuan Academy, I exhausted my blood and lost my lifespan. Everyone saw this, and you … Haha, you're a bunch of good-for-nothings. You have the best fairy weapons and the best elixirs, but in the end, you died in the hands of the warriors of the Lower World. What does that have to do with me?"
"The sects and forces you belong to are ashamed to mention this matter."
"Even if they want to take revenge, they should look for Li Mu and those stinky stones. What does it have to do with me?"
Wei Andong was surrounded by the evil aura, and his laughter was like the most sinister ghost.
His words made all the Soul of the Dead in the Banished Immortals inexplicably shocked and angry.
What a good Wei Andong!
So, from the very beginning, he had been scheming.
He wasn't just plotting against one or a few of the thirty-six advance troops, but rather all of the Exiled Immortals, not a single one was spared, all of them included.
What a terrible scheme.
"You … What on earth do you want?"
Zuo Xinhan of the Dim Moon Sect asked, suppressing his anger.
As a Devil Cultivator of the Immortal Path, he had already felt a great crisis.
The corners of Wei Andong's mouth curled up, and he said with a faint smile, "What do I want? Well, it's very simple. I want to ask you to do me a favor. Enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation Streamer and provide a little energy for this artifact that I have worked so hard to refine. That's all. After all, we have worked together and are all friends. Please don't misunderstand. "
The expressions of the Banished Immortals suddenly changed wildly.
Entering the Evil Fairy Streamer was tantamount to becoming the spirit of the evil aura, wasn't it?
Their minds would be erased, and they would be tortured day and night to stimulate their resentment to provide energy for the Evil Fairy Streamer. It was a fate worse than death, worse than slaves, and they would never be reincarnated.
What a cruel heart!
Zuo Xinhan turned around and fled without saying a word.
"Hahaha, stay. How can I let you eat my elixirs for free?"
Wei Andong laughed.
The surrounding sinister wind formation was activated, and an indescribable evil power surged, trapping all the Banished Immortals' souls in the formation.
Blood-colored patterns flashed on the six flags and spread out like tentacles, entangling the sixteen Banished Immortals' souls and pulling them toward the flags.
"Wei Andong, how dare you do this?"
Jian Chen of the Solitary Sword Sect roared angrily.
"My sect master will never let you go."
The young leader of the Painting Sect struggled desperately.
"No, Brother Wei, let me go. I have always respected you, and I am willing to be your loyal servant. Let me go this time, Brother Wei …" Gong Yangzhi begged.
But it was to no avail.
Wei Andong's mind was cold. He activated a secret technique and sent all the Banished Immortals' souls into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Streamer.
The sinister wind surged.
The sinister air was dense.
Blood-colored patterns flashed rapidly on the six flags.
The miserable wails of the Sixteenth Prince, Jian Chen, and the others constantly came from the flags, like the cries of night owls and ghosts. It was extremely mournful.
But Wei Andong only focused on refining it.
About two hours later.
Wei Andong's long hair turned silver again.
There was a faint blood-colored mist lingering in his eye sockets, which disappeared in a moment.
The six flags flew up, quickly shrank, and fell into his palm.
"It's finally done."
Wei Andong's expression was extremely excited, and his voice trembled a little.
He put away the six flags and controlled his aura to weaken. Then he said loudly, "Guards …"
The middle-aged priest of the Devil Stone Tribe hurried into the hall and said, "Alliance Master …"
Wei Andong sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Ask for help from the Celestial Realm."
"Huh?" The middle-aged priest was stunned, and then his expression changed dramatically. "Alliance Master, you mean … Could it be …?"
Wei Andong sighed and said sadly, "There is a forbidden existence in Taixuan Academy, and all the Banished Immortals who attacked the eye of the formation have died. I have no other way but to ask for help from the Celestial Realm."
The middle-aged priest's heart was cold.
"Go."
Wei Andong waved his hand "weakly".
Soon, a beam of immortal light rose from the center of the army of the immortals, shot into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.
In Taixuan Academy, seeing this scene, the old faker stroked his sparse beard.
"Well, the last moment is coming."
He said to Ming Yue next to him, "Go and ask your master to come."
Ming Yue turned around and left.
The old faker lowered his head at the gate of the hall and thought for a while. Then, he said to Qing Feng on the other side, "Ask Xiaojiu and Yuan Hou to come. There is no need to guard the passage of the eye of the formation."
Qing Feng couldn't help asking, "What about the others?"
The old faker said, "Don't inform the others for the time being."
"Okay."
Qing Feng also turned around and left.
The old faker looked up at the sky.
His brows were slightly furrowed.
The wind blew.
As the black cannon floated, not only the fish tail, but also the fish body, the fins, and even the old faker's arms were covered with light fish scales.
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