Wu Yazi stood on the top of the peak, looking at the clouds surrounding the peak with his hands behind his back, thinking quietly.
Although they don’t know why the Heavenly Fox in the Immortal Realm wants to help them, if such formations are set up all over China, it will undoubtedly benefit the world.
There was a bit of joy in his heart, and his thoughts swayed from the mud ball between his eyebrows, slowly covering the seven main peaks of Kunlun.
Wu Yazi's face remained youthful, as handsome and elegant as a banished immortal. It had always been shrouded in a layer of frost and indifference that did not resemble that of a mortal, but at this moment it softened.
In his perception, the younger generation of disciples are all in the state of becoming gods and are about to be promoted to the ranks of high-level monks in China.
Seeing that there are three or four disciples whose life breath is still light, but they have reached the perfection of Nascent Soul, and are only one step away from becoming a god.
But when his telepathy reached a cliff and a waterfall, the girl in the white dress who was sitting on the stone platform suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes.
A pair of azure eyes were as deep and boundless as the vast sea, with a faint purple-gold divine light flowing inside, filling the girl's body with a holy, flawless, yet indifferent temperament.
She seemed to be aware of Wu Yazi's perception, but she didn't react. She just sat with her eyes closed and fell into meditation again.
Wu Yazi had complicated thoughts in her heart. This girl was their Kunlun Swordsman and his disciple Ming Linlang.
After she returned to the sect, he originally thought that she would need to settle down for five or six years before ascending to the realm of Yangtianxia. However, in just one month, she actually caused the fifth and ninth thunder tribulations and became a god.
Ming Linlang seemed to have undergone a transformation. To him, the Avatar was just a little monk, but now he couldn't see through the mystery in her.
Wu Yazi didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse. He withdrew his telekinesis on the top of the mountain and sighed slightly.
But then a bright light burst out from his eyes. Even if there were some shortcomings, now China is prosperous everywhere, and when the big formation is set up, it will gain a lot of life.
Without further ado, he needed to convene a meeting in the Tianji Palace immediately to circulate this volume of formations, and he also had to be on guard against those in Xiewan City getting in on the matter.
Wu Yazi took out his grand master's order from his large sleeve robe and controlled it with magic power. Immediately, layers of light appeared on the surface, transforming into the image of an old man.
"Xuan Sheng, summon all the masters to discuss matters in their palace."
Grandmaster Xuan Sheng nodded and said, "Then we will meet in the palace in three hours."
…
Next to the waterfall, the girl sat cross-legged on the stone platform, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth merged into her body like a pilgrim.
There is a long sword and a blue bead floating beside him, forming a circular shape like the intersection of yin and yang.
Ming Linlang opened her eyes, and the purple-gold holy light flashed through her pupils.
She stretched out her right hand to count, as if she had touched some taboo, and her originally rosy complexion gradually turned a little pale.
Finally, she stopped pinching her fingertips and let out an invisible sigh.
"It's still unpredictable."
Ming Linlang's eyes were filled with an area as deep as the sea, yet as vast as the starry sky.
All the spirits in the world around her seemed to sense the malaise in her aura at this moment, and they all emitted soft vitality to nourish her, making her pale face regain its radiance.
She suddenly raised her lips. It was unpredictable, good or bad, life or death.
That is, the cause and effect has not yet settled, and hope still exists.
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The Holy Demon Realm.
Two figures shuttled through the forest.
Mu Sheng's movement technique is extremely strange. When he performs it, he can be as invisible and insubstantial as a ghost, without any obstruction. It can be said that he is chasing the wind with lightning speed.
The Blood Butcher is riding a scarlet beetle at his feet. He uses it as a mount. He is extremely fast and his aura is extremely concealed, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.
Even though they are not weak in cultivation, they still have to keep their tails closed in this dangerous world of saints and demons.
If you accidentally provoke a monster from the Mahayana realm, everything will be over.
Mu Sheng sent several demons to explore the road ahead, thereby clearing obstacles and avoiding many dangers for them.
Xue Tuzi looked at his performance and had to say that this person had some skills. The road to ghost cultivation was difficult, but if he achieved something, he would be able to change it in a myriad of ways, making it difficult for other monks to match him. The Soul-Swallowing Evil Lord was the best example.
And it was precisely because of this that Mu Sheng had the confidence to act without any scruples in front of him. He was already the leader of the Ghost Sect, and everyone in the sect originally had his say, and his unruly heart was hard to change.
Although Xue Tuzi was walking, he was thinking about how to suppress and subdue this thorn, otherwise it would easily ruin things if something unexpected happened.
But suddenly her eyebrows lowered, a bit of coldness flashed in her eyes, she shook her waist and smiled sweetly.
"What kind of god is this coming? I don't know where I offended you, or whether the hard-hearted wood next to me has made a grudge because of ignorance. I asked you to set up such a formation here to ambush me. Body?"
Her realm is higher, and her perception is higher than that of Mu Sheng. When Mu Sheng heard this, he suddenly stopped moving forward, with a look of fear. Was there a formation set up in front?
Pei Xihe sighed in the dark. He was indeed a cultivator in the late stage of returning to the void. His state was much worse, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.
She learned the whereabouts of the two people through her breath, and used their trajectories to infer the location they were about to reach, and set up the Tianji Killing Formation "Purple Thunder and Crimson Sky Flame Formation" in advance.
In addition, many tactics were deployed, just to catch one or two evil cultivators off guard and gain the upper hand.
But the blood butcher's perception was extremely sharp, which was too troublesome.
Mu Sheng was reminded, and at this moment, he suddenly grasped the Yi Ghost Flag in his hand, waved it forward with all his strength, and three evil spirit explorers of the God Transformation Realm leaped out from it.
The Blood Butcher suddenly stared at Mu Sheng so hard that his scalp went numb.
But when she lifted her red lips, she no longer looked charming and tolerant before, and became as cold as winter frost.
"Idiot, someone has traced someone on you!"
Before Mu Sheng had time to react, he saw a pink figure rushing toward him. He sneered in his heart when he saw that it was Shang Xuanyu.
You were chased so embarrassingly by him a few days ago, and now you are only in the early stages of integration, and you still dare to come and scream in front of him? Could this woman be seeking death on her own?
Having said that, Mu Sheng also tightened her spirits in her heart. She was not a stupid monk, so there was no guarantee that she would really master any means.
And when he was wondering where the female cultivator from the Yi Yuan Dao lineage was, he saw a golden figure rushing towards Xue Tuzi.
The Blood Butcher has a graceful figure, walking in the air, but the beetle underneath him has a ferocious appearance. There is something surprisingly weird about the two.
And when she looked at the figure that was coming towards her, she felt that it was just a late-stage spiritual transformation, and she sneered in her heart.
But suddenly Xue Tuzi felt something was wrong. There was a force around her that enveloped her, making her unable to resist. Was it the power of space?
The next moment, the four of them appeared in the formation.
Huandi Pearl, magical power!
(End of chapter)
