Lingchu turned into a stream of light and quickly left in the opposite direction of Fumodu.
On the way, he would take out a blue feather from time to time, flap it lightly, and easily open the space in front of him, and then get into the space crack without looking back.
Before the crack had healed, a looming figure appeared strangely outside the crack. A pair of hands stretched straight into the crack and pulled hard to both sides. The crack that was about to disappear was torn open again.
Immediately afterwards, this strange figure rushed into the space crack and disappeared together with Lingchu's figure.
A hundred miles away, on a mountain peak covered with jagged and strange rocks, Lingchu's figure suddenly appeared.
The cyan feather she was holding in her hand disappeared with the appearance of Lingchu's figure, and the light cyan light disappeared, turning to gray, like a painting with faded colors, and then withered little by little, and finally turned into fly ash and disappeared in Lingchu. In the hands of Chu.
Suddenly arriving here, Lingchu did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness to ensure that there were no other hidden dangers and that there were no pursuers behind him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The pain caused by the formation became more obvious at this moment. The originally delicate dress was now in tatters and dull. Lingchu frowned, and with a thought, he changed into another dress. .
Just after changing his clothes, Lingchu's consciousness suddenly moved. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he instantly jumped into the air, and a ray of glass-colored flames shot up in his hand. This ray of flame looked very weak, as if he was blowing a gentle breath. It can be blown away easily.
However, just such a seemingly weak flame caused the space around the flame to become slightly distorted.
The figure who failed in the sneak attack let out a soft cry of surprise and looked at the wisp of flames with fear.
Lingchu looked at the looming figure hidden in the air, with a sneer on his lips, and anger in his eyebrows, "I thought the saint was upright, but I never imagined that her methods would be so cruel."
Now that the sneak attack has been discovered, there is no need to hide it. The demon clan sent to kill Lingchu slowly appeared. He looked like a young man in his twenties, with long gray hair and equally gray eyes. There was a strong sense of death.
And the unabashed coercion of the Nascent Soul realm.
Lingchu's eyes were alert, and the glazed fire in his hand was swaying quietly, also exuding a terrifying pressure.
"Is this a strange fire?" The demon monk with gray hair and gray eyes looked greedily at the glazed fire in Lingchu's hand and showed a cruel smile, "I didn't expect that such a small mission would bring such a surprise. "
Obviously, this demon monk planned to kill Lingchu and then seize the glazed fire in Lingchu's hand.
Strange fires are naturally raised, regardless of spiritual power or demonic energy. Even in the Western Continent, there are many strange flames with considerable power.
Although the glazed fire in Lingchu's hand has not yet been used, the pressure alone can be seen to be unusual, and the gray-haired demon is naturally very interested.
"Yin Ziluo only sent you? Why, are you looking down on me?" Lingchu didn't care at all about the confidence of the demons in front of him, as if they were searching for something. Instead, he asked with a smile.
The gray-haired demon frowned, and finally looked at Lingchu with a pair of dead eyes, "You are just a small low-level monk. It is your honor to take action."
"That's it." Lingchu nodded thoughtfully, and scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness again, confirming that there was no second demon in such a long time, and then smiled slightly, "Then you, maybe I can’t go back.”
As soon as he finished speaking, countless formation patterns suddenly lit up under the feet of one person and one demon, and the jagged and strange rocks around him buzzed. Countless strange rocks took off their blue-gray shells, revealing the complex formation patterns hidden within them.
Where are the rugged hills here? It’s clearly a big formation!
The gray-haired demon's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously rushed towards Lingchu. As long as he killed the formation master who set up the formation, without the formation master's operation, the formation would naturally collapse.
But he was still one step late.
The scene in front of him was still this rocky mountain peak, but at this moment, he was the only one standing on this mountain peak.
As for Lingchu, he disappeared before his eyes.
The gray-haired demon was not low in cultivation, and he knew that he had fallen into the formation. He could also see that the formation was not simple. At first, when he was sent to kill Lingchu, he didn't pay much attention to it. It was only because of the greed caused by the strange fire that he was slow to take action.
But I didn't expect that a formation had already been set up here.
The gray-haired demon is very sure that this formation was set up in advance, not temporary. No matter how bad he is, he is still a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm. It is impossible for a monk in the Golden Core realm to arrange it under his nose. Formation, not to mention such a formation cannot be set up in a short time.
This is a trap!
Whether it was escaping, the strange fire, or the gesture just now, it was all fake!
The gray-haired demon has lived for hundreds of years, so he is certainly not stupid. In just a few breaths, he figured everything out!
In an instant, anger surged in the heart of the gray-haired demon. He thought of the other formation master mentioned by the saint. The Qingyu escaping in front of him was a trap. What about the other formation master who let Qing Yu go?
The gray-haired demon's heart was cold. Although in the saint's plan, these two formation masters were useless abandoned sons, but what if that side was also a trap?
With a stern look on his face, regardless of being trapped in the formation, the gray-haired demon took out a mirror and wanted to contact Yin Ziluo.
However, no matter how he cast the spell, the mirror remained quiet without any movement.
The expression of the gray-haired demon changed again, and he took out a jade tablet from his arms. A sharp look flashed on his face, and he crushed the jade tablet without hesitation, but the scene that should have appeared did not appear. This jade tablet It just shattered so quietly, no different from an ordinary jade plaque.
This is his natal jade card. Once the jade card is broken, the scene of the last moment before the jade card is broken will be transmitted to his other natal jade card.
But the gray-haired demon could clearly sense that his two natal jade cards had been completely cut off from each other.
"Stop struggling. This formation of mine is called the Prisoning Heaven and Jedi Formation. In this formation, no news can be spread."
Lingchu's voice sounded faintly in the formation, and his smile was very obvious.
"Your formation can only trap me for a moment. When I get out, I will tear you into pieces!" In the formation, the gray-haired demon looked sinister.
"Do you think you can get out alive?"
As the last word fell, Lingchu's voice was filled with murderous intent.
