In the southern mountains of Canglang Continent, there are several routes from Ouyang Family to Yujianmen. Just because there are so many high mountains in the south, several routes are blocked by the mountains. If you want to lead many monks through them as quickly as possible without any hindrance, there is only one route.
That is to pass through the longest Yaojian Canyon in the south and reach the southeast coast thousands of miles away. Yaojian Canyon is a large mountain crack in the south, thousands of miles long and hundreds of feet wide. Both sides of the canyon are towering mountain walls.
The thousand-mile-long canyon is shrouded in mist all day long. The spiritual energy above the canyon is very chaotic, and thunderclouds may descend at any time. Coupled with the large number of monsters, especially flying monsters, ordinary monks did not dare to fly above the canyon and could only use their body skills to pass through the ground.
This gave Cheng Ling and others an excellent opportunity to ambush. The Ouyang family dispatched more than 30,000 monks with varying levels of cultivation, and they would definitely not dare to fly above the canyon. The fog in the canyon is thick and affects the consciousness. It is impossible to cross the Thousand Miles Canyon in less than ten days.
A hundred miles inward from the entrance of the canyon, Cheng Ling, Liu Qingyan, and Xie Feng were hiding in a cave on the mountain wall, and their spiritual consciousness was always paying attention to the changes at the entrance.
They have been squatting in the canyon all day, and the formation hall disciples are responsible for setting up hundreds of hidden caves. The mysterious formation covers a distance of hundreds of miles. As long as people from the Ouyang family enter it, they will never be able to get out easily.
Time passed slowly, and Cheng Ling kept releasing his consciousness to the maximum range, paying attention to the changes outside the canyon. After a long time, the edge of his consciousness touched the monks from the Ouyang family. He took a long breath and said: "Here we come, let everyone be prepared. Don't take action easily. Wait until those monks enter the canyon before taking action!"
Liu Qingyan nodded and passed on the news.
The area covered by the Baizhang Lost Formation was carefully calculated by Cheng Ling and the disciples of the Formation Hall. There were more than 5,000 monks participating in the ambush on this trip, more than 4,000 from Wuxiang Valley and the Zhou family, more than 1,000 from Fengyan Sect, and five Mahayana monks.
Cheng Ling and three others were guarding the entrance to the canyon, while five monks from Feng Yan Sect were at the end of the lost formation. The distance of a hundred feet in the middle is exactly the coverage range of the Lost Tracing Array. This length can allow more than 30,000 monks from the Ouyang Family to enter it.
Once they all enter, the three Cheng Lings and the five Mahayana monks from Feng Yan Sect will appear and cut off the front and rear ends of the Ouyang family monks. Then the remaining monks will launch an ambush in the canyon and completely strangle the more than 30,000 monks. In the mysterious formation.
In the blink of an eye, the monks from the Ouyang family entered the canyon, and Cheng Ling patiently hid in the cave and waited. They were traveling extremely fast, and it was obvious that they learned that the situation of Yujianmen, Jiuxiao Sect, and Wushen Sect was not optimistic.
Because they were afraid of being discovered by the Mahayana monks led by the Ouyang family, they had already issued strict orders. After they entered the valley, everyone must restrain their auras and not even release their spiritual consciousness easily, waiting for the ambush order.
Therefore, Cheng Ling did not know how many Mahayana monks were dispatched for this rescue.
A quarter of an hour later, all the monks entered the canyon, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ouyang Lin and Ouyang Shan walked at the front of the team and keenly felt a tense atmosphere. The two looked at each other, and Ouyang Shan said: "Third brother, something seems wrong, it's too quiet!"
Ouyang Lin nodded slightly and said: "I also feel something is wrong. Let everyone speed up. We will pass through Yaojian Canyon today!"
Ouyang Shan was waiting to speak.
There was a wave of fluctuation in the air, followed by waves of gray-black mist rising from the ground. The mist was very thick and fast, covering all the monks in less than a moment.
His face changed drastically, and he shouted out loud: "No, it's like the mist rising from the formation. Everyone, follow me and rush forward!"
Unfortunately, it was already too late. There were bursts of "squeaking" sounds in the void, and tens of millions of yellow lights were shooting from the left and right sides at the same time.
The penetrating power of those yellow lights was extremely strong. He saw many monks in his family being hit by the yellow lights, and each of them showed signs of pain. Even the inner armor they wore could not withstand it.
Ouyang Lin's expression changed drastically and he said, "Damn it, that wave of monks actually set up an ambush here. What are these? How can they have such strong attack power!"
"Everyone gather together and put up the defensive light shield. Don't be left alone!"
The two suppressed their shock, shouted, and ordered the monks in the family to unite to resist. Unfortunately, those monks did not have such experience on the battlefield. Most of them worked on their own, just resisting the impact of yellow light from all directions. Only a small number of family monks with good relationships gathered together in small groups and put up defensive light shields.
In less than a cup of tea, more than 10,000 monks from the Ouyang family died!
Cheng Ling secretly lamented that it was a pity that the talisman arrows were too difficult to refine and the quantity was limited. If there are hundreds of thousands of talisman arrows, in less than half an hour, these more than 30,000 monks from the Ouyang family will not see the sun tomorrow.
Unfortunately, time is limited, these talisman arrows are all seventh-grade top talisman arrows, and the talisman-making masters of Wuxiangjian Sect Futang and Zhou Family can only refine more than 20,000 in more than half a year. At this point, it’s time to wait for someone to take action!
"Purple Dragon Guard, follow our sect to kill the enemy!"
With an order, two hundred Purple Dragon Guards instantly rose up and charged towards the Ouyang Family monks in the canyon from the entrance!
The lethality produced by talisman arrows is stronger for monks below the integration stage. As long as the ordinary distracted monks hit the vital point between the eyebrows, they can annihilate the soul together. But above the combined stage, it's not that simple. You can't kill it completely unless you shoot it three times in a row.
It was precisely because Cheng Ling knew this that he asked the Purple Dragon Guard to show up in advance, and the target was naturally the monks above the integration stage of the Ouyang family. The Purple Dragon Guards who came this time included 150 monks at the integration stage and above. Coupled with the defensive power of the Purple Dragon Armor, they could usually gain the upper hand in one-on-one battles.
Cheng Ling, Liu Qingyan, and Xie Feng formed a triangular formation, with Cheng Ling in the vanguard, advancing like a sharp arrow from the entrance of the canyon to the front of the Ouyang Family monks' team. With the fighting strength of three people, those monks in the integration stage are no match for one move.
In less than a stick of incense, the three of them reached the front of the team. Cheng Ling looked up and saw more than twenty monks fighting together in front. Five are Mahayana monks from Feng Yan Sect, and the remaining dozen are all monks from the Ouyang family.
In the battlefield, a middle-stage Mahayana monk alone blocked three early-stage Mahayana monks from the Fengyan Sect. On the other side, two early-stage Mahayana monks fought against each other. At the last place, an early-stage Mahayana monk from the Fengyan Sect fought alone against five early-stage Mahayana monks from the Ouyang family. The monks already have more defense than attack, and are stretched thin.
Cheng Ling's consciousness swept away and he instantly saw clearly the situation in the melee. He sent a message to Liu Qingyan and Xie Feng: "That middle-stage Mahayana monk should be Ouyang Lin. Leave him to me. You go and help the people of Feng Yan Sect." !”
The two of them agreed and pounced
To the five tribulation monks.
Cheng Ling forcefully inserted himself between the four Mahayana monks and said to the three Mahayana monks from Feng Yan Sect: "Leave him to me. You guys can help kill Ouyang Shan!"
The three of them were startled, a little in disbelief. With the strength of the three of them, they couldn't get any advantage against Ouyang Lin, who was in the middle stage of Mahayana. How could Cheng Ling alone be sure to stop him?
"The fighter plane is fleeting, you must be fast, I can hold it back!" Cheng Ling took the spell from Ouyang Lin, shook his body, and urged!
This is the most critical moment. As long as they can hold Ouyang Lin and kill Ouyang Shan, they will be free. By then, the remaining monks will not be able to resist.
Elder Wu took a deep look at Cheng Ling, and instantly made up his mind and said: "Master Cheng, I'll bother you, don't force it."
After saying that, he took two Mahayana elders and headed towards Ouyang Mountain to kill.
Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed and he directly took out the Dragon Ling Sword. The three Mahayana monks from Feng Yan Sect left and faced Ouyang Lin, who was in the middle Mahayana phase, alone, just to test their current combat power.
A sneer escaped from the corner of Ouyang Lin's mouth and he said: "Boy, you are really smart. It is indeed very strategic to set up such a trap, but it is a pity that you are too conceited. I will let you know what the sky is and the sky is high!"
He raised his right hand and slapped several palms in succession, and the fire dragons rushed towards Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, and connected the dots on the Dragon Ling Sword with both hands. The long sword spun around and turned into a golden ball of light. He shouted in a low voice: "Golden light shines on the world!"
This is the first time I have used the sword-controlling technique to use the Nine Jue Sword!
The golden light ball instantly came to the top of the two people's heads. As the light ball rotated rapidly, golden rays of light shot out from the light ball. Those fire dragons were instantly shattered by the golden light!
Ouyang Lin's expression changed, and he drew a large circle with his hands. The fire energy scattered in the air gathered together, forming a huge fiery red light ball in front of his chest. He clapped his hands together, and a dragon's head suddenly appeared on the fireball. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Cheng Ling!
Cheng Ling was unmoved, and the speed of his finger pointing was extremely fast, and the light ball rotated more violently. Every time it rotated, a golden sword light shot out and hit the soaring fire dragon.
The fire dragon was continuously stabbed by the golden sword light, and its huge dragon head gradually shrank and soared in the space between the two people. The golden sword light tightly entangled the fire dragon, and the sword energy was sharp. In just a cup of tea, most of the dragon's body, which was about ten feet thick, was cut into half.
Ouyang Lin's face was gloomy, and the true energy in his body was continuously injected into the fire dragon. The fire dragon, which was only half the size, still hit Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling only used his left hand to pinch out the finger, and with a flick of his right hand, he thrust out the Dragon Sword, and he stepped forward and slashed it down!
Rumble~!
A huge explosion sound was heard, and the two of them flew back, fighting tooth and nail!
Ouyang Lin's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the opponent's fighting power was so amazing. He was evenly matched with him by a small difference. What was even more terrifying was the opponent's swordsmanship. The method of controlling long sword attacks by just pointing is indeed different from ordinary swordsmanship.
He exclaimed: "Who the hell are you!"
Cheng Ling sneered and said, "Go to the underworld and ask for ox-headed horse noodles!"
Ouyang Lin was wondering who the bull-headed horse-faced man was. Cheng Ling stepped out in a mysterious step, came to his side in an instant, and swept towards Ouyang Lin with a sword!
