The combat power exerted by the Yin Souls in the late stage of Shen Mansion in this array of thousands of Yin Souls is comparable to that of the powerful ones on the Heavenly Man List of Shen Mansion.
Zhou Qiankun looked into the maple forest with a heavy expression. He didn't know how many ghosts there were in the late stage of the Divine Mansion in this maple forest?
Fortunately, he did not feel the presence of the ghost at the peak of the Divine Mansion.
Presumably, even with the strength of the evil lord, he couldn't suppress such a level of ghost.
If there is a ghost of this level, then only heavenly beings can take action.
Dugu Xiaolang and Dugu Motian returned, looking ugly.
Zhou Qiankun asked lightly: "Brother Xiaolang, Senior Dugu, how is the situation with King Luan of Chu?"
Dugu Motian shook his head with a heavy face and sighed: "The three-headed ghosts in the middle stage of the Divine Palace attacked King Chu Luan in a suicidal manner. Although King Chu Luan killed them, they were also injured and could not attack again in a short period of time."
Zhou Qiankun was not surprised, it was expected.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior and fellow Divine Sword Sect disciples. Get a good rest. There is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow."
The two nodded and took many disciples down to rest.
Qingyao looked at Zhou Qiankun with a caring expression and said, "Do you have any solution for tomorrow's murderous situation?"
Zhou Qiankun smiled lightly, his tone full of confidence.
"If they want to kill me, they are not qualified enough."
Qingyao looked at him carefully, then threw a scroll to Zhou Qiankun, turned and left silently.
Zhou Qiankun took it in surprise and opened it to see detailed records about the formation of thousands of ghosts.
Feeling the faint fragrance and temperature remaining on it, my heart felt warm.
The dark night fell into silence again, but this time, all forces were more vigilant against Fenglin.
Zhou Qiankun sat alone on the bow of the boat, with the bright moon by his side, and opened the scroll to look at it.
The Formation of Thousands of Yin Souls is an extremely sinister formation. It uses thousands of Yin Souls as a guide to increase the power of the formation, doubling the power of the Yin Souls and soaring their combat power.
To break this formation, only by finding its formation eye and breaking the blessing of the ghost can the formation become ineffective.
The scroll in Zhou Qiankun's hand records detailed information about the formation of thousands of ghosts, including the layout of the formation, the source of the ghosts, and how to improve combat power.
He needs to use this information to find a way to crack the formation.
He was thinking quietly on the bow of the boat, with a determined light shining in his eyes.
He knew that tomorrow's battle would be extremely difficult, but he was not afraid.
He believed that as long as he found a way to break the formation, he could defeat the enemy.
At this time, Qingyao in the cabin was also worried about tomorrow's battle.
She knew Zhou Qiankun's strength, but she also knew that tomorrow's enemies would not let him pass easily.
She took a deep breath and said to Murong Ruoshui: "Ruoshui, there is no need to protect me tomorrow, just protect Zhou Qiankun with all your strength."
Murong Ruoshui looked surprised and looked at Qingyao in astonishment.
Her mission is to protect Qingyao and prevent those who want to take advantage of her and Huo Xi.
Now Qingyao asked her to protect Zhou Qiankun, which was inconsistent with the task assigned to her by Yaochi.
"Saint!"
Murong Ruoshui shouted anxiously.
Qingyao shook her head and stopped what she was about to say.
Qingyao's eyes turned golden, and her tone was majestic, like a true god above the nine heavens.
"Do as I say. If we fight, you may not be my opponent."
Murong Ruoshui felt the pressure on Qing Yao and hesitated.
Seven years ago, the saintess of Yaochi in the Holy Spirit Continent was Murong Ruoshui. At that time, Nangong Feiyu was still a candidate for sainthood.
Until Qingyao suddenly appeared seven years ago, she was demoted to a candidate saint.
Because of this, Nangong Feiyu became a funny candidate for the saint.
Qingyao's origin is very mysterious. She suddenly appeared from the ancient teleportation array in the forbidden area of Yaochi seven years ago.
According to what the great master of Yaochi said, she is a saint from the main lineage of Yaochi, and the purpose of coming here is to rise in adversity.
The great masters of Yaochi's main line have high hopes for her. They all say that Qingyao can surpass the Yaochi ancestors and reach an unprecedented level.
There is always a secret hidden in Qingyao, and even the old monsters of their branch cannot see through it.
Therefore, the attitude of the heavenly beings within Yaochi towards Qingyao has always been to ignore her as much as they can, giving her enough freedom.
Just like the matter of Huo Xi, in fact, Yaochi internally followed the orders of the royal family, and no one really went there.
Only Qingyao can act so wantonly.
Murong Ruoshui finally nodded, maybe Qingyao really had some hidden cards.
"Okay, but the ugly talk comes first. If you are in danger, I will not care about the safety of your little boyfriend."
Murong Ruoshui said jokingly.
Qing Yao's face turned dark and she glared at Murong Ruoshui fiercely.
"If you keep talking nonsense, let's see if I beat you!"
As time goes by, a red sun rises from the east.
Zhou Qiankun stood up from the bow of the boat, stretched his muscles and bones, and looked calm.
He thought about it all night and already thought of a way to break the formation.
Murong Ruoshui walked up to Zhou Qiankun with a bit of joking.
Zhou Qiankun was a little puzzled.
"Her Royal Highness the Saint asked me to protect your safety. For such an honor, you are the first priority."
Zhou Qiankun glanced at the Yaochi Lingzhou in surprise. Qingyao stood at the bow of the boat, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, looking very beautiful.
The expression on her face was calm, as if nothing could affect her mood.
Zhou Qiankun shook his head slightly, then smiled at Murong Ruoshui and said, "Thank you very much, Senior Murong and Your Highness the Saint."
Murong Ruoshui smiled sweetly and said: "Don't call me senior, I feel like I have aged seventy or eighty years all of a sudden. You should just call me sister Ruoshui like Feiyu."
Zhou Qiankun did not hesitate and said generously: "Then I will have Sister Lao Ruoshui along the way."
This voice from Sister Ruoshui made Murong Ruoshui smile brightly.
She said: "Just because of your words, Sister Ruoshui, I will keep you safe today."
Zhou Qiankun nodded gratefully.
Chu Shenhe walked out of the golden dragon warship and looked at Zhou Qiankun with a solemn expression.
"Little thief, do you have a way to break the formation?"
Zhou Qiankun nodded confidently and said: "First Prince, don't worry. If I take action, this formation will be broken. However, I need eight powerful men from the Divine Palace to form the formation with me."
Zhou Qiankun glanced at the powerful men from the Divine Palace around him, only to see their eyes dodge, obviously unwilling to take risks.
Seeing this, Chu Shenhe frowned.
Qingyao stood up and said, "Huo Xi and I count as two."
Qingyao was the first to stand up and asked Zhou Qiankun to nod.
She and Huo Xi are strong enough.
Now there are Xiaoyi, Murong Ruoshui, Qingyao and Huo Xi, there are already four people.
Jian Aotian stood up as expected.
He glanced around the Taoists with disdain, and with a sharp sword intent, he said: "I am also willing to take action."
Zhou Qiankun nodded slightly, and with Jian Aotian, there were already five people.
The eldest prince looked gloomy and glanced at the powerful men from other forces.
He said in a serious tone: "Everyone, this is not the time to hide your clumsiness. If we can't break the formation and annihilate the evil cult, you and I all here will be laughed at by thousands of people."
