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Once the battle was in place, a clear fragrance filled the entire canyon. All the disciples below the alchemy stage just smelled it as if they were drunk, and they swayed there for a while and fell to the ground.

When the sky was withered, Zeng Qiu had already risen up, but as soon as the flying sword under his feet had risen, the vines rushed towards him. In desperation, he could only move the sword and slash it first. Get rid of the entanglement, the formation in the air has been completed.

Zeng Qiu looked around, his face sinking like water, he lifted the younger generation behind him, puffed his nose, and breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his sleeves and put him behind him again, while he cut the vines and leaned in the direction of Xiang Yang. Past.

If the guess is correct, this young man must have a treasure at the level of profound artifacts, and Cangku probably has the idea of ​​killing everyone in one go. There is only one Nascent Soul stage here, and those low-level disciples are naturally unreliable. , The only vitality lies in Xiang Yang.

At this time, there are still people standing in the field. In addition to the four Nascent Soul masters in Qingmutang and Qingtan, there are several other Dan-condensation monks beside them, and they all looked at the field with a blue complexion at this time. To say that in the Fuyu Sect, the pill formation stage is also considered to be a master level, but they are unable to get involved in the battle at the Nascent Infant stage level. Come and see the excitement today on a whim, don’t take your own life. Look in. . .

Xiang Yang smiled and looked up. After learning with the old pen for so long, this level of formation is really not in his eyes. It is just an ordinary puzzle. At most, a little condiment is added. The function of ecstasy is actually not effective for monks above the pill formation stage, and it is extremely simple.

In fact, this kind of formation can be regarded as a kind of high-quality goods among the wood formations. The formations are also bought at a large price. The formation is 10%, unless the enemy does not move, there will be countless vines when they move. Entangling, the power is not necessarily great, but the victory is endless, as long as the vitality reserve in the array is enough, even the Yuan Ying period can be trapped.

But who is Xiang Yang, let alone the way of formation taught by the old pen, just know the remnants of Hongmeng and the climbing tree in the sea. . .

With these two ancestors of the world, who trapped him with a wood formation, wouldn't they be looking for death?

The key is to protect the old people in those huts and the Lei Meng behind him. This is the most important thing. Although he can directly bring Lei Meng into the avatar of Qiankun Ding, he can earn all living people. The magic weapon is already a standard immortal weapon level, and anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance.

A mysterious weapon attracts at most nine-turned old monsters, and the nine-tribulation period is in the sky, but if the immortal weapon is born, I am afraid that the entire mountain and sea world will be shaken. This is not a trivial matter. Xiang Yang is not so capable now. Come to bear such a storm. . .

In addition to the unconscious disciples, there are also many living people in the arena. Xiang Yang is not a murderer, and he can't do anything to kill people. With his thoughts, the cracked mountain gangway turned into a cloud of yellow light, covering Lei Meng. Body.

Now his spiritual sense is incredibly powerful, and within a thousand feet, he can use his magic weapon to be able to do it like an arm, and Leak Shan Gang is no exception.

As for the safety of those old people, he didn't take it lightly. When he left the Fu Gu hut, he had already set up an array. As long as the touch of the spiritual sense can be stimulated, the old pen must be a fine product, at least better than the desolate one. Rao Shizi is much stronger in breaking the formation.

He was preparing for Shi Shiran, but withered but a little dumbfounded. This Lingvine Formation is his proud treasure. Even if he enters the Ninth Transition Period, he has to use his hands and feet to break free, but why does this kid walk around? Go, there is no reaction to the formation?

However, even if there is a mistake in the formation, the four masters of the Nascent Soul have all placed their positions. It can be described as a net of heaven and earth, but this kid does not know whether it is really stupid or fake. Going down, coughed lightly, and said loudly.

"Little guy, since you are a disciple of Jinshentang, you are also my junior. As an elder, I don't deceive you. Well, the stick in your hand is the one that Qingmutang lost a few years ago. The treasure is extremely similar, so let me check it! If you make a mistake, you will naturally return it! I am a magnificent five-shen hall master, you should be able to trust it, right?"

Xiang Yanggang put the Split Mountain Gang on Lei Meng's body, turned around and stood there, with a movement of spiritual sense, all the formations outside the hut were activated, and the invisible rays of light flashed lightly, and then disappeared again.

Just after his busy work, he heard what Cangku said. He was almost exasperated. This handsome old guy has a thick face. You can say anything that ghosts don’t believe. He hasn’t replied yet. Here comes the voice of Zeng Qiu: "Don't be fooled, this old and withered ghost is the most disgusting. Don't look at his looks like a dog. For so many years, I haven't done anything less about stealing chickens and dogs. Be careful! You have The treasure is there, and we can hold on for a while after we work together. I have sent a message to Hall Master Sima, as long as he persists until he arrives!"

After a pause, he added: "Don't worry, Hall Master Sima is the most upright person, otherwise he won't be in charge of this commandment hall for hundreds of years. Since you have the chance to get such a treasure, it is your own. Because of luck, he will never be greedy for you!"

Xiang Yang did have a good opinion of the few in this commandment hall. He smiled at him, turned his head and said, "Since Hallmaster Cang is so interested in my baby, then you can check it out... . My stick is a bit heavy, you can pick it up!"

Before the voice fell, the wishful stick came out, a black light flashed and rose in the wind, directly imagining a stick with a length of several tens of meters and the thickness of a water tank, with a sharp wind, whistling and smashing towards the dry. , This time he directly used his full strength, before he became more powerful.

"Come?" Cang Ku was prepared this time, his face unchanged, his hand was tied with a symbolic seal, and his fingers painted the sky. He shouted. In the corner next to him, the three Yuanying-period monks yelled at the same time, and the runes were flying. , The four people work together, and the perfect match ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ This technique makes it extremely beautiful and truly shows the temperament of a master in the Yuan Ying period.

In an instant, a misty light flashed, transforming into a huge cyan dragon, with a long roar, wrapped around the wishful stick, and even blocked its castration in the air.

"This is the Azure Dragon Four Elephant Formation! Didn't Qing Mutang say that this formation has been lost... This old ghost hides so deeply!"

Zeng Qiu exclaimed in a low voice, and just as he was about to help him, he heard a soft call in his ear: "Broken!"

Then I saw Xiang Yang behind his hand and grabbed it with a single palm towards the sky. The cyan dragon suddenly flickered, turning into a burst of blue smoke and quietly dissipating.

Lost the obstacles, the wishful stick whizzed down, Cang was caught off guard, and was slammed into the ground. With a loud bang, a large pit several meters deep appeared on the ground. At the bottom of the pit, one was covered with a few rags. The figure jumped and twitched like a dead fish at the bottom of the pit. . .

What's going on, Zeng Qiu looked around blankly, and the three masters of Qingmutang's Yuan Ying also somehow, one by one squatted on the ground with gloomy expressions, their faces dark as if they were smeared with charcoal, they were desperately desperate. A handful of pill was stuffed into his mouth. . .