The first to third levels are aimed at outer disciples, which is not difficult for Liu Wuxie.
The main purpose of spending a few minutes is to get familiar with this place. The real difficulty should start from the tenth level. This is the answer Liu Wuxie came up with.
"I remember that the second level was an ice world. When I was still an outer disciple, I almost fell into it."
Many people know the situation inside the Formation Tower.
"The first few formations are not too difficult for the two of them!"
Many disciples have seen Liu Wuxie's formation. This low-level psychedelic formation can be broken in up to three minutes.
While everyone was talking, Liu Wuxie had already walked towards the third floor, just as everyone expected.
"This kid is quite interesting, he breaks the formation so fast!"
Elder Wuyang had already reached the sixth floor, and Liu Wuxie had just reached the third floor, and the gap between them became wider and wider.
Stepping onto the third floor, a terrifying wolf suddenly pounced on Liu Wuxie, extremely fast.
Before Liu Wuxie could react, the evil wolf was already approaching.
If you don't pay attention, you will be attacked by the evil wolf. Although it will not kill you, your speed will be restricted. This level will be considered a failure.
Failure to crack it means losing the battle and you will be teleported out of the formation hall.
"roll!"
These mysterious beasts are the evolution of spiritual energy, deduced through formations, and are almost the same as real mysterious beasts.
In addition to not having flesh and blood, their aggressiveness is even more powerful than real mysterious beasts.
With a strike of his palm, the evil wolf was torn into pieces, turned into countless laws, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
This low-level formation didn't even bother to use the Ghost Eye Technique. It only took two breaths to find the formation's eye.
Break the formation eye and unlock the third layer of formation.
"What's going on? This guy is breaking through the formation faster!"
The inner disciples from Xuanming Peak were confused. Logically speaking, shouldn't they be breaking the formation slower and slower?
The formations become more difficult as you go to the later levels, which is good for Liu Wuxie. On the first level, it took seven or eight minutes, but on the third level, it only took two minutes. This is illogical.
"No matter how fast it is, there is no use. Elder Wuyang has already entered the eighth level."
The disciples who supported Elder Wuyang looked scornful, thinking that Liu Wuxie was seeking death by seeking a fight with Elder Wuyang.
The gap was still widening, and Liu Wuxie slowly entered the fourth level.
Three hours in total, no rush.
"This boy has a low chance of winning!"
Song Yuanqiu stood beside Elder Tianxing and whispered.
"That's not necessarily the case!"
Elder Tianxing smiled mysteriously and stroked his beard. In the entire Tianbao Sect, only Elder Tianxing knew Liu Wuxie best.
"Tianxing, I know you like this kid and want to take him as your disciple, but you can't overestimate him."
Peak Master Xuanming was a little unhappy and still worried about Wen Haoran.
“Whether it’s overestimated or not, you’ll know soon!”
After Tian Xing finished speaking, he stopped talking to them and looked at the formation tower with a smile. Liu Wuxie had already begun to crack the fourth level of formation.
"Boom!"
Stepping onto the fourth floor, bundles of terrifying lightning struck down and exploded at Liu Wuxie's feet.
"It's interesting. With the help of the power of heaven and earth, the formation is arranged. I didn't expect Tianbao Sect to be quite good."
Liu Wuxie said secretly.
If the senior officials of Tianbao Sect heard this, Liu Wuxie would probably be sprayed to death.
The formation tower is the crystallization of Tianbao Sect's wisdom over the years. It has consumed countless manpower and material resources, and dispatched dozens of supreme elders to set up the formation together to achieve this scale. In Liu Wuxie's eyes, this was just a certain level.
The greatest magical effect of the formation is that it uses the power of heaven and earth to condense into fixed laws, which can form wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and obstacles.
These are the powerful features of the formation, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
The main purpose of the formation on the fourth level is to attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
More lightning struck down, and if Liu Wuxie didn't break the formation as soon as possible, these lightning would soon fall on his body.
There were more and more thunder and lightning, covering every inch of space. When ordinary people came in, they would be too frightened to move.
In the face of the mighty power of heaven and earth, human power seems too small.
The hands were formed into seals, and the array patterns were integrated into them.
In the blink of an eye, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the fourth floor returned to calm, turning into an empty house.
"It's boring!"
After cracking the formation, Liu Wuxie walked towards the fifth floor.
Elder Wuyang stayed on the eighth floor for a while, spent a cup of tea, and then walked towards the ninth floor.
When Liu Wuxie left the fourth level, there was a sensation. The fourth level was comparable to the inner disciples. He was just an inner disciple who had just been promoted, and he was eliminated so quickly.
"Guess which floor Liu Wuxie can reach!"
More and more people gathered outside, and several elite disciples could be seen among them.
"Up to seven floors!"
A disciple of Xuanming Peak gave an answer.
"I don't think so. At least we can get to the ninth floor!"
There are many people who support Liu Wuxie. Elder Wuyang has been too domineering in recent years. Many people present have suffered at the hands of Han Xing and Kong Yan, and they feel very happy when they see them suffer.
"It's a joke. If he can reach the ninth floor, I will kneel down and kowtow to you."
The Xuanming Peak disciples were full of ridicule, looking down on Liu Wuxie too much.
"Yang Xiao, this is what you said, and everyone can testify."
The Tiankun Peak disciple's face was full of smiles, and the two of them had been bickering. There must have been some disputes in the past.
"Weidong, what if he can't reach the ninth floor?"
Yang Xiao sneered.
"If he can't reach the ninth floor, I will kneel down and kowtow to you."
The man named Wei Dong said with an angry look.
No one stopped it. Instead, they looked like they were watching the excitement, wishing that more people could participate, so that it would be interesting.
"Look, he's coming out of the fifth floor!"
Just now, everyone's attention was attracted by Yang Xiao and Wei Dong, and they did not pay attention to the changes in the formation tower.
By the time they looked at the formation tower, Liu Wuxie had already walked out of the fifth floor and headed straight to the sixth floor.
Elder Wuyang has been trapped on the ninth floor for a long time, and nothing has changed.
"This is impossible. He must be cheating. The fifth floor is full of dangers. How did he crack it?"
Kong Yan looked ferocious and looked at Elder Tianxing, thinking it was him.
"Snapped!"
An invisible slap was slapped out, and Kong Yan's body flew up and hit the ground hard, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.
"This matter was caused by you two. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. If you dare to say a word nonsense again, you will be dealt with according to the sect's rules."
Elder Tianxing was very angry and stood there without making a move. He just blew Kong Yan away with a ray of true energy.
For the sake of Elder Wuyang, Elder Tianxing endured it again and again.
The two of them, two dignified inner disciples, ran to Liu Wuxie's courtyard in the middle of the night. Because of the fight, Liu Wuxie destroyed their cultivation.
He didn't even know how to repent, and even asked Wuyang to come forward, which seriously violated the sect's rules. Kong Yan was too frightened to speak after hearing the sect's rules. When he entered the law enforcement hall, he could not control life and death. Even the master had no right to interfere.
Many people looked at Kong Yan with contempt. Once the formation tower was opened, no one was allowed to interfere, not to mention whether Elder Tianxing had this right. Even if he did, he did not have the means.
The formation tower was arranged by Zhenxuan Ancestor. He was only in the Transformation Infant Realm and could not change the trajectory of the formation tower at all.
Stepping onto the sixth floor, you'll find a dark room where you can't see anything.
It's like falling into an endless abyss.
Those with an unstable mind will completely collapse if they enter this black room.
My feet seemed to be sinking, falling into the eighteenth level of hell, and all kinds of ghosts and howls could be heard in my ears.
Back then, an inner disciple was scared to death on the sixth floor.
Countless people were scared crazy.
"It contains sonic attacks, and it can also disrupt people's consciousness and soul sea. I don't know what will be on the seventh level."
Liu Wuxie closed her eyes and cut off all contact with the outside world. She felt as if she was above the sea.
Let those huge waves hit, no matter how violent the wind or the waves, Liu Wuxie stood firm and motionless.
After waiting for about ten breaths, Liu Wuxie suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right with sharp eyes.
"It's really your fault!"
He reached out and grabbed it, and a black stone fell into Liu Wuxie's palm, and a sound came from the stone.
"The Ghost Stone will only be born on those battlefields!"
The black stone in his hand is called the Soul Stone. This kind of thing is often encountered in the secular world.
When the two countries are at war, they will choose a large open space and fight madly, eventually bleeding into rivers.
The Soul Stone was originally just an ordinary stone. After absorbing enough blood, it slowly evolved and turned black.
Over time, before those creatures died, there was a trace of resentment that lingered over the battlefield.
These resentments could not be dissipated, and were finally absorbed by the Yin Soul Stone and sealed in the Yin Soul Stone.
Many people walk late at night on battlefields where tens of thousands of people have died, and hear the sounds of various ghosts crying and wolf howling. In fact, they are not the screams of the lonely ghosts, but the sounds made by the Ghost Stone.
A ball of Yang Zhiqi overflowed from Liu Wuxie's palm and was directly injected into the Yin Soul Stone.
"It's better to use less evil things like this. It goes against the harmony of nature!"
The Yin Soul Stone in his hand let out a shrill scream, and the Yin Soul inside continued to dissipate, as if it was being burned by a ball of flames.
After a few breaths, the Yin Soul Stone turned into a ball of powder and disappeared completely, and the resentful spirit inside completely dissipated.
The formation failed without attack. Liu Wuxie appeared in the stone house and the sixth level formation was broken.
The seventh floor is the limit for inner disciples. Very few inner disciples come out of the seventh floor normally. Most of them are forced to crush the crystal ball in their hands and leave the formation tower.
It took Elder Wuyang half an hour to finally crack the ninth level formation, and the light spot moved towards the tenth level.
Liu Wuxie went straight to the seventh floor. The further back, the more powerful the formation was and the more difficult it was to crack.
Who can laugh the best?
"The sixth-level formation has not been restored, and the Soul Stone inside should have been destroyed by him!"
Renyu Peak Master looked at the formation tower and murmured.
"How is it possible? The Yin Soul Stone contains extremely powerful Yin Soul power. How can his small Tiangang Realm be destroyed."
Tuyue Peak Master looked puzzled, a little disbelieving, he must have seen it wrong.
"This is also what I'm curious about. Only the pure Yang Qi can break the energy in the Yin Soul Stone. This guy is very mysterious!"
The leader of Renyu Peak is a middle-aged scribe, holding a fan in his hand and looking like a worldly gentleman.
