"What you have here is just a substitute, how can you defeat so many of us?" the one-armed Taoist nun said coldly.
"Han Guang, Han Jing, start the formation!" Ancestor Han Chi ordered directly without bothering to talk nonsense.
"Yes, Ancestor!" The two men in green were filled with cold air, and a trace of mist lingered on their faces, making it impossible to see their true faces.
The two of them each held out four formation flags, each with a hook-shaped, strange-shaped weapon covered in crystal.
As the two waved the formation flag, the formation flag rose up in the wind under the stimulation of magic power, covering everyone inside.
Flags lined up in rows, fluttering in the sea breeze.
Two men in green clothes, each sitting cross-legged under a formation flag, were constantly changing various magic techniques in their hands.
The originally humid sea breeze was now so cold that it felt like a knife cutting people's bodies. Even the monks felt indescribably uncomfortable all over their bodies.
Ice-crystal-like curved hook-shaped weapons flew out one after another as the formation flag rolled, and in the blink of an eye there were dozens or hundreds of them. Although the attack power of each weapon was not great, their numbers were sufficient.
From every formation flag came pouring out in all directions.
Ding ding....
Zhou Qian'er and others each used alchemy weapons to block these curved hook-shaped weapons, and the sound of collisions in the air was endless. Although it could be resisted for a while, these curved hook-shaped weapons were knocked away and only made a bend in the formation, then circled back again without losing strength.
A scream rang out. One of the bald brothers screamed and was struck by a curved hook-shaped weapon. One of his ears was cut off, and his head was almost cut into two pieces. However, where the ears were cut off, there were already small pieces of ice on them. The bald man felt that his head was being invaded by cold air, and half of it was numb.
There was a slight delay in the movement, and several other hook-shaped weapons came to cover his back. The bald man's body felt like it was struck by lightning. In an instant, several holes were broken, and blood flowed like pillars. The bald man's body lost control and fell straight to the sea.
"Brother!" Another bald man was grieving, but at this time, under the attack of the formation, he could only barely protect himself.
"Friend Lu Dao, is there any way to break the formation? Otherwise, everyone will have to deal with it here." Zhou Qian'er looked at Lu Xiaotian anxiously while protecting Fu Jiaojiao.
"If you want to go out of the formation, help me block the attack of the formation." Lu Xiaotian simultaneously sent a message to Zhou Qian'er and the one-armed Taoist nun.
The two of them nodded one after another. Even if the one-armed Taoist nun had issues with Lu Xiaotian before, she didn't care about it anymore.
The one-armed Taoist nun waved the whisk in her hand, and countless silver threads struck the hook-shaped ice blade like slender but very tough silver needles.
This Qimen formation was really powerful. Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his own strength, it would not be easy to break the formation controlled by these two people at the same time. It would take a long time, and the other party would not give him this opportunity at all.
Lu Xiaotian flew to a corner of the formation and approached the formation flag to the north. When he patted the spirit beast bag, a black insect flew out from it.
The world-breaking insect twisted its body excitedly, ignoring the biting cold wind at the formation flag. Open your mouth and bite.
The two monks in green who were in charge of the formation shook their bodies and felt that the entire formation was shaking. Their eyes fell on the black boundary-breaking insect with expressions full of disbelief.
"Death!" This magic circle is the foundation for the two of them to settle down in the world of immortality. How can it be destroyed. With undisguised murderous intent in their eyes, a large number of curved hook-shaped weapons poured out from the formation leader, attacking the boundary-breaking insects.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. The Boundary Breaking Insect was his pet peeve. How could he let these two people get it easily? He stretched out his hand and held it up. The Demon Suppressing Tower moved at will and zoomed in sharply in the air. He faced the Boundary Breaking Bug early and saw the huge pagoda. Protect the Boundary Breaker Insect in the middle.
A large number of curved hook-shaped weapons slashed at the Demon Suppression Tower, and Lu Xiaotian's complexion turned pale. Even with his current state of cultivation, he could not withstand such an attack for long.
When the two saw that the power of the formation they controlled at the same time was actually blocked by Lu Xiaotian alone, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts, but they could not worry for long. The formation flag that had been eaten by the world-breaking insects suddenly emitted a burst of green smoke, and its spiritual energy was greatly reduced.
The entire formation was like an iron bucket with a hole suddenly appearing. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and took back the World Breaking Insect and the Demon Suppressing Tower at the same time.
The one-armed Taoist nun and others looked overjoyed, and they escaped from the formation one after another with Lu Xiaotian.
"Ancestor Han Chi, please forgive me for our incompetence and failure to kill all these people!" The two monks in green took back the remaining formation flags with faces full of pain, looking angry and ashamed as cold as iron, Ancestor Han Chi, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, bent down and said.
"Trash, even the formation has been destroyed. In this case, there is no use keeping you two. Let's go on the road together." Ancestor Han Chi's eyes widened sharply, and there seemed to be snowflakes floating in the depths of his pupils.
Ancestor Han Chi rolled up his sleeves, and a gourd flew out of the sleeves. When the gourd's mouth opened, a strong wind howled and waves rose again on the sea surface.
The turbulent waves within a radius of dozens of miles beat the air, but solidified in the turbulence. The sea surface turned into a crystal white glacier, and a large amount of white and cold air surged out from the gourd in the sleeves of ancestor Han Chi.
"Yin Chi Ice Mist!" The one-armed Taoist nun couldn't help but change her face when she saw the billowing white mist.
The cold mist whistled in the strong wind, but it condensed and refused to disperse, lingering within a radius of dozens of miles in an instant.
The bald man and the others screamed in surprise, their teeth chattering a little wildly. Even if they held up the protective spirit shield, their bodies were still shaken by the astonishing cold.
The bald man's complexion was green, his body's uncontrollable movements were stiff, and his speed gradually slowed down.
The two monks in green who had arranged the formation before were under the invasion of Yin Chi's cold mist. As formation masters, they were not good at magic power. Their reaction was similar to that of a bald man. They tried their best to use their magic power to resist, but under the almost endless Yin Chi Under the cold fog, the mana gradually dried up.
"You think that I can't deal with you without my true body? This substitute has greatly restricted my strength. It can't accommodate the Yin Chi Ice Mist that I have cultivated. I can only use this Haoyin Gourd. If you pretend to be a part, even if the power is greatly reduced, I think it will be enough to deal with you Jindan juniors."
Ancestor Han Chi smiled sinisterly. Standing in the howling cold wind, he was not affected at all.
For a moment, the remaining bald monk lost his magic power and could no longer resist the strange cold in the white mist. His eyelids became heavier and heavier. In an instant, Yin Chi's ice mist invaded his body. The blood and even his consciousness in the bald monk's body were solidified. The man who was still alive before was now frozen into an ice ball and floating. In mid-air, it looks like a human-shaped ice sculpture.
Lu Xiaotian's eyelids twitched a few times, the ice mist was so powerful, it was no worse than some spiritual fires, or even worse. This Ancestor Han Chi has not yet arrived in person, but he is already so powerful, and his methods are a level stronger than those of the previous Ghost Venerable and Xiong Aoke. chapter;
