Everyone worked hard and fought back to the front line. Everyone showed off their special skills and bombarded the formation like they were desperate.
Chunxia continued to input spiritual power into Wang Polu, because she could not achieve one-tenth of Wang Polu's progress by blasting the formation on her own.
Before, I couldn't see clearly from far away, but now that I'm close, I find that Wang Polu's hammer is more lethal than the dozen or so monks next to him!
"You're quite powerful with this big hammer."
"I said this is called Kuanghai Hammer!"
Wang Polu's eyes were full of murderous intent, but Chunxia was behind him and didn't see it.
Demonic body...
Wang Polu chanted these two words in his heart. After smashing the formation, he must see the demonic body.
It is said that demonic bodies have evil thoughts about eating people, and the souls of evil people still remain. Wang Polu's hometown is in the Western Continent, in Hongzhou, hundreds of miles away from Juling Mountain. If an evil person dies, his soul is most likely to be lost here in Xuandan Mansion. Devoured by the demonic body.
He wanted to see if the spirit of the evil woman who killed his grandmother was among them!
Even though he was only at the third level, he still dared to give up his cultivation to fight against the demonic body!
Chunxia saw that each of his hammer blows was more fierce than the last, and just thought he was reacting normally. Seeing that the spiritual energy he input could hardly keep up with his output, Chunxia quickly used his golden cauldron.
She is a fire-attribute monk, and her natal magic weapon also belongs to fire. In Xuandan Mansion, a place with strong fire spiritual power, she can use the magic weapon to condense a large amount of spiritual energy.
Wang Polu felt the strong spiritual power coming from behind, and his tired spirit was lifted. He raised the sledgehammer in his hand and shouted: "Broken!"
"Boom!" The formation was shaken for a moment by his hammer.
Several monks around him quickly looked over. Although the formation had not yet been destroyed, there were already faint cracks! Everyone had been blasting the formation for who knows how many days, and they knew the strength of the mountain-protecting formation, so they all stared in wonder—
"As expected of a disciple of Fuxi Mountain!!"
"You are still in the early stage of the third level, but you can actually explode with such divine power!"
"We from the Kunlun sect cannot be left behind, brothers, continue!"
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Inside Xuandan Mansion.
The leader, Rongyue Zhenren, came somewhere covered in the night.
This is a special hexagonal building, standing near the back mountain of Xuandan Mansion. It is the hinterland of the sect and is guarded by special personnel.
The real person Melting Moon fell directly into the building and saw a black mass of demonic bodies inside blending into the surrounding dark night. If it weren't for the demonic body that was constantly wandering around, carrying a strong evil aura, it would have been difficult to tell the difference for a while.
"Sang Rui." Master Rongyue stood in front and called it softly, with deep affection: "This is today's spirit stone."
She reached for a storage bag and poured out large piles of spiritual stones. There were various types of spiritual stones. They had not been sorted. At a glance, it was clear that they were all newly mined from the spiritual mines.
These hill-like spiritual stones were immediately shrouded in black mist. Within a moment, the spiritual stones turned into a pile of powder, and all the spiritual energy contained in them was absorbed into it.
The demon body let out a sigh of satiety, and said in the voice of a middle-aged man named Sangrui: "Very good, I feel very good today, thank you, Melting Moon."
Master Rongyue smiled, stretched out her hand, and felt the demonic energy gently fall on her palm, with some warmth.
"The mountain-protecting formation can still hold on for a while. I will bring more spiritual stones tomorrow. Sangrui, please become stronger quickly. The survival of Xuandan Palace depends on you alone."
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Within the territory of Qianlei.
Zhao Yisu simulated practicing the double-sword sword technique in his mind, and was so addicted to it that he didn't know how many years had passed.
When Jiang Yunchen pulled her out of the Qian Lei Realm, she was stunned by the deafening sound of spells around her before she opened her eyes: "Are we here?"
"Um."
Jiang Yunchen watched as she grabbed his sleeve.
Zhao Yisu quickly let go of his hand and looked up to see the Xuandan Mansion's mountain-protecting formation disappearing and appearing in the dark night. The light of various spells fell on it and was easily resolved by the formation.
"The people of Lizhou City have worked so hard that they haven't entered the Xuandan Mansion yet, and we just came in like this?" Zhao Yisu did not forget to slightly disperse his consciousness, and indeed he did not find the aura of the demonic body here.
"I told you, I'm lucky."
Jiang Yunchen led the way, and the two of them hid their figures in the night and moved forward slowly.
Perhaps it was because the offensive and defensive battle outside had reached a critical juncture, but there were not many disciples left inside the Xuandan Mansion. The two of them easily crossed the back mountain without being discovered.
Further forward, hundreds of main buildings of Xuandan Mansion are spread out among the Juling Mountains.
Due to the drought and hot weather in the Western Continent, most of the houses here are dome-shaped and have no windows. The walls are thick and have excellent thermal insulation effect. There is a faint light from the candlelight shining through the walls, which outlines a night scene of exotic architecture in the mountains. Under the light and shadow of the mountain guarding formation above the head, it is spectacular.
Zhao Yisu's mood of admiring the beautiful scenery only lasted for a second, and he immediately put on a bitter look: "Where are we going now? There are so many houses, where can we find the Soul-Destroying Pill I want and the Demon-Eating Mirror you want?"
Jiang Yunchen stood next to her, and Yun Danfeng pointed lightly: "There, the Six-Star Pavilion was originally a training place for disciples of the Xuan Dan Mansion. It is similar to the Tibetan Treasure Tower in Fuxi Mountain, but there are not only magical weapons in it. All kinds of elixirs and treasured techniques from the Dan Mansion are included."
"In other words, that is a real treasure building?" Zhao Yisu looked in the direction he pointed. Among the several main buildings, the building named Six Star Pavilion was surrounded.
Although it is called Six Star Pavilion, from the outside it is not much different from other buildings.
"How do you know it's there?"
"I've been there."
"Yeah, I almost forgot that you chose the Western Continent to spend the tribulation and created this Qian Lei Realm because this place is close to the Xuandan Mansion, which makes it easier for you to steal other people's elixirs."
"It's for taking."
"Okay, you are a ninth-grade person. You are amazing." Zhao Yisu said, "But you are only a fourth-grade person now. How do you plan to get in?"
Jiang Yunchen looked around, seeming to be thinking of a solution.
At this moment, Zhao Yisu's consciousness felt a faint voice, and she quickly held her breath.
Apparently Jiang Yunchen also noticed it and looked towards the source of the sound.
They were two disciples from the Xuandan Palace, one male and one female. They should not be of high rank. At this time when the sect's life and death were at stake, these two people were sneaking around in the back mountain, not knowing what they were planning to do.
"Look." Zhao Yisu pointed between the two people.
It turned out that there were more than just two people, and there was also a wandering spirit between them. Just because the wandering spirit was black, they were not noticed by the two of them for a while in the dark night.
The reason why the word "lead" is used is because these wandering souls somehow obeyed the control of these two low cultivators and walked forward neatly in a column. The wandering souls' hands were closed and raised forward, as if they were being held by Something to tie and hold.
"What kind of spell is this?"
"Soul-taking magic." Jiang Yunchen said and flew out first.
Before the two of them could react, Jiang Yunchen had already grabbed them by the throat.
