Chapter 242 It can be seen that the way of heaven is still towards my demon sect

Li Yaozhi, who was observing the surrounding situation, noticed that the white-haired old man in Guiyi Sect was a little strange. He was mumbling words and tapping his hands in the air from time to time.

This behavior... was very similar to the "void formation" described in a book she had read.

Seeing that no one dared to say anything, Xilu Ming couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. He continued: "All of you people on the boat combined are not as many as half of my Demon Sect. It seems that you can't leave today. It just so happens that you can't leave today." Our sect is still short of a few warships, and I think your sect’s ones are just right.”

As he spoke, his eyes kept scanning among the many warships, as if looking for his favorite one.

When he saw the tall and handsome man in purple on a certain ship, his eyes burst with surprise:

I finally found you, Tianer is saved!

It can be seen that the way of heaven is still towards my Demon Sect!

At this time, the mysterious Gui Yi Sect, which had the best formation skills among several major sects but was rarely seen as the big brother, finally spoke. "Aren't you curious, after you talked so much and took so long, why are we ignoring you?"

Lumen's movement paused, and then he cautiously looked around. He didn't see anything unusual, but he was really afraid that the Guiyi Sect would quietly arrange some powerful formation here. He looked at the The white-haired elder of Xianfeng Daogu asked: "What did you do?"

"You'll know just by looking down!" the old man said.

Only then did everyone realize that white mist was rising under the feet of the people of the Demon Sect. The white mist expanded very quickly. Just as the people of the Demon Sect were about to escape, they found themselves enveloped in the white mist.

The white mist has a confusing effect. No matter how they escape, they can never get out of the white mist.

Thousands of water spikes instantly formed in the white mist and stabbed the people of the Demon Sect.

The righteous monks also began to attack.

The warships spread out and stopped at different positions above the Demon Sect, launching attacks into the white mist.

Li Yaozhi took out a handful of ordinary high-grade talismans, targeted a demon cultivator in the white mist, and threw the talisman towards the demon cultivator.

Because the demon cultivator was hurriedly avoiding the water spikes in the formation, he had no time to see her movements. He only noticed her when the talisman came before his eyes. For a moment, he was extremely embarrassed to resist.

However, the demon cultivator's cultivation level was not low, and her attack did not really hurt the demon cultivator.

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This kind of situation also happens in other places. After all, everyone has similar means at this time.

For a time, the field showed a one-sided trend. The righteous monks had the overwhelming advantage, while the Demon Sect suffered serious losses.

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Lumen-loving in the formation flew to avoid the oncoming five water spikes and three sky thunder beads. As soon as he landed, he found another water spike flying from the left. He skillfully chopped it in mid-air with his sword. Break, the water thorn is broken, turns into a ball of water, and then turns into mist and disperses.

He frowned and looked at the injured demon cultivator in the field, feeling a little anxious, "What kind of formation is this? I've been looking for it for a long time but I can't find the formation!"

At this time, he seemed to have thought of something, and called in his heart: "General, we are trapped by Guiyi Sect's formation, please rescue us."

Then he seemed to hear the answer he wanted, and his frown gradually relaxed.

Sure enough, suddenly a black sword with strong demonic aura flew from a distance like lightning, stabbing at the "Spiking Water White Mist Formation". The sword penetrated the formation and was inserted into the ground, and the entire sword body was submerged into the ground, sending out a blast. The sound of thick swords.

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