"You're only here with a substitute. What can you do against so many of us?" the one-armed Taoist nun rebuked coldly.
"Hanguang, Hanjing, activate the formation!" Patriarch Frost-Drake could not be bothered to waste time with words.
"Yes, Patriarch!" Cold Qi erupted from the two green-robed men. Wisps of mist swirled around their faces, making it impossible to see their true appearances.
The two of them each took out four formation flags. On each formation flag was a strange, crystalline weapon shaped like a hook.
As the two of them waved the formation flags, the formation flags expanded with the wind under the stimulation of their transcendence energy, enveloping everyone within.
The formation flags fluttered in the sea breeze.
The two green-robed men each sat cross-legged under a formation flag. Their hands were constantly forming various hand seals.
The originally damp sea breeze was now chilly. It felt as if knives were slicing their bodies. Even the cultivators felt an indescribable discomfort all over their bodies.
One after another, curved weapons shaped like ice crystals flew out from the formation flags. In the blink of an eye, there were already hundreds of them. Although each of them did not have much offensive power, they had the advantage of numbers.
They surged out from every formation flag in all directions.
"Ding, ding …"
Zhou Qian 'er and the others each took out their Core Essence artifacts to block these curved weapons. The sound of collisions rang out in the air. Although they were able to resist for a while, these hook-shaped weapons that were knocked away only made a turn in the formation, and then circled back again without any reduction in strength.
There was a cry of pain. One of the bald brothers was struck by a curved weapon. One of his ears was sliced off, and his head was almost sliced in half. However, the place where the ear was sliced off was already covered in small pieces of ice. The bald man felt his head being invaded by cold Qi. Half of it was numb.
His movements slowed slightly, and the other curved weapons came at him from behind. The bald man's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. In the blink of an eye, several holes appeared on his body. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The bald man's body lost control. He fell straight toward the sea.
"Big Brother!" The other bald man was in great pain. However, under the attack of the formation, he could only barely protect himself.
"Lu Daoyou, is there any way to break the formation? Otherwise, we'll all die here. "Zhou Qian 'er protected Fu Jiaojiao and looked at Lu Xiaotian anxiously.
"If you want to leave the formation, help me block the attacks of the formation." Lu Xiaotian transmitted his voice to Zhou Qian 'er and the one-armed nun at the same time.
The two of them nodded in succession. Even if the One-Armed Daoist Nun and Lu Xiaotian had a grudge against each other in the past, they couldn't care less at this moment.
The one-armed Daoist nun waved the horsetail whisk in her hand. Countless thin but extremely tough silver needles shot out and hit the hook-shaped ice blade.
This Strange Gate Formation was indeed powerful. Lu Xiaotian knew that with his strength, it would not be easy to break the formation controlled by these two people at the same time. It would take a long time, and the other party would not give him the chance to do so.
Lu Xiaotian flew to a corner of the formation, near the northern formation flag. He patted his Spirit Beast Pouch and a small black insect flew out.
The Sector Break Bug wriggled its body excitedly, ignoring the cold wind from the array flag. It opened its mouth and bit.
The two green-clothed cultivators controlling the formation shook. They felt the entire formation shake. Their eyes fell on the black Sector Break Bug, and their faces were filled with disbelief.
"Die!" This formation was the foundation of their survival in the Immortal Realm. How could it be destroyed? The two of them did not hide their murderous intent. A large number of hook-shaped weapons came out of the formation and attacked the Sector Break Bug.
Lu Xiaotian coldly snorted. The Sector Break Bug was his favorite. He would not let these two get their hands on it so easily. He reached out his hand and the Suppressing Demon Tower moved. It expanded rapidly in the air and covered the Sector Break Bug. The giant tower protected the Sector Break Bug in the middle.
A large number of hook-shaped weapons slashed at the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. Lu Xiaotian's face paled. Even with his current level of cultivation, he wouldn't be able to withstand the attacks of the formation for very long.
When the two of them saw that Lu Xiaotian was blocking the power of the formation, their hearts filled with fear. However, there was no time to worry. The formation flag that the Sector Break Bug had gnawed on suddenly began to emit green smoke, and its spiritual energy began to decrease.
It was as if a hole had suddenly appeared in the formation. Lu Xiaotian waved his hand, retrieving the Sector Break Bug and the Suppressing Demon Tower.
The One-Armed Daoist nun and the others were overjoyed as they followed Lu Xiaotian out of the formation.
"Patriarch Frost-Drake, please forgive us for being incompetent. We weren't able to kill all of them!" The two green-clothed cultivators put away the remaining formation flags, their faces filled with resentment and shame. They bowed to Patriarch Frost-Drake, whose face was as cold as iron, and whose eyes had been closed the entire time.
"Trash," Patriarch Frost-Drake said, his eyes widening. "Even the spell formation was destroyed. In that case, there's no point in keeping the two of you alive. You're coming with me." Deep within his pupils, snowflakes seemed to swirl.
Patriarch Frost-Drake waved his sleeve, causing a bottle gourd to fly out. As soon as the bottle gourd opened, the wind howled and waves began to rise up.
The waves for dozens of kilometers in all directions began to solidify, transforming the surface of the sea into a crystalline glacier. At the same time, vast quantities of frigid energy began to pour out of the bottle gourd in Patriarch Frost-Drake's sleeve.
When the One-Armed Daoist nun saw the billowing white mist, her face fell. "Yin-Drake Ice Mist!"
The cold mist howled in the wind, but didn't disperse. In the blink of an eye, it had spread out for dozens of kilometers in all directions.
The bald man and the others let out cries of alarm, their jaws chattering. Despite the fact that they had defensive spiritual shields, their bodies were still being invaded by the shocking cold.
The bald man's face turned blue, and his body stiffened uncontrollably. His speed began to slow.
As for the azure-robed cultivator who had set up the spell formation, he was a master of spell formations. Magical power wasn't his forte, so his reaction was similar to the bald man's. He did his best to circulate his magical power, but in the face of the seemingly limitless yin-drake Ice Mist, his magical power began to run dry.
"Do you really think that just because my true body isn't here, I can't deal with you?" Patriarch Frost-Drake said coldly. "This clone of mine has greatly restricted my power, and can't contain the yin-drake Ice Mist. I can only use the Vast Yin Gourd to store a portion of it. Even if its power is greatly reduced, it should be enough to deal with you Jin Dan juniors."
Patriarch Frost-Drake laughed sinisterly. He stood there in the cold wind, completely unaffected.
Moments later, the remaining bald cultivator's magical power began to run out, and he was no longer able to defend himself against the white mist. His eyelids grew heavy, and in the blink of an eye, the yin-drake Ice Mist entered his body. His blood and even his divine sense began to congeal. Moments ago, he had been as lively as a dragon or a tiger, but now, he was nothing more than an ice sculpture floating in midair.
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