Chapter 451: The Great Sword Formation of Harmony with the Light

Looking around the hall, Ye Chunyang frowned slightly, his face somewhat gloomy.

He firmly believed that the perception of the Pixiu would not be wrong. If there was no spirituality in this place, it would never attract its attention. Perhaps he had overlooked something.

Concentrating, he glanced again, and the situation was the same. Only the five stone statues of the righteous and the evil stood quietly in the hall, and everything else seemed to have been destroyed by the dust of time.

At this moment, Ye Chunyang's expression condensed and looked at the three cushions placed in front of the altar.

After countless years, the three cushions were also covered with dust, but the surface was still intact, without any signs of damage.

But when Ye Chunyang's eyes fell, the Pixiu lying on his shoulder seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly "squeaked".

Surprised, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but pick it up and take a look, with a little dark color in his eyes.

It is said that no matter how good the material of the futon is, it is impossible to survive the ages without any wear and tear. It is surprising that it is so intact now. Is there any mystery in the futon?

However, after the divine sense detection, the three futons are indeed as usual, without any abnormality.

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly injected a stream of magic power, but then he was shocked to find that the magic power he exerted was like a drop in the ocean after it came into contact with the futon, and it disappeared directly into it without any response.

Ye Chunyang took a breath of cold air, with a look of surprise on his face. He cast a spell again and injected it, and the result was still the same, as if there was some strange power in the futon that was absorbing his magic power.

Now, Ye Chunyang was deeply surprised, but he did not try again rashly. Instead, he picked up the three futons separately and carefully measured them in his hands. This thing can absorb magic power, so there must be something different.

After looking for a long time, Ye Chunyang had the idea of ​​asking Guanglingzi in his mind. Maybe the old monster could see some clues from this thing.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he shook his head and suppressed it. Guanglingzi had just taken the Ice Spirit Fruit not long ago, and he might be at the critical moment of refining it. It would be better not to disturb him for the time being. As for the mystery of these three cushions, he had to rely on himself to investigate.

After thinking about it, he decided to put these three cushions away temporarily and study them carefully when he had the opportunity in the future.

But Ye Chunyang never expected that just when he was about to put the cushions into the Qiankun bag, something strange suddenly happened.

A sharp tingling sensation came, and Ye Chunyang was startled.

The cushion in his hand was shining with yellow light, reflecting around the hall, and constantly making a crisp sound of "crackling". Bricks, tiles, and stone statues were all cracked, and debris fell for a while, and the whole stone hall shook.

As he was surprised, a ray of dazzling white light came into his eyes, which was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

Ye Chunyang was surprised to see that the countless strange iron spikes hanging on the top of the hall had rusted off, revealing an extremely dazzling light.

But after a closer look, Ye Chunyang's pupils suddenly shrank. Those were sharp flying swords hanging above his head, constantly spinning and interweaving, making a heart-pounding sword sound.

"The Great Sword Formation of Harmony with Light and Dust!"

Seeing the interweaving routes of the swords, Ye Chunyang suddenly thought of a terrifying ancient sword formation, and couldn't help but feel horrified, and flew back without thinking.

"Shua shua shua..."

Almost at the same time, the sword lights on the top of the hall intertwined, shooting down like a rain curtain, exploding continuously on the bluestone ground, and instantly the entire stone hall turned into a sword tomb, with flying swords standing upside down everywhere, blocking the dead end.

The Great Sword Formation of Harmony with Light and Dust is a combination of a sword energy magic and an ancient formation. It requires hundreds of spiritual flying swords to form it, and its power is enough to kill mana monks.

However, this formation has a huge disadvantage. Once activated, the spiritual power of the flying sword will be greatly damaged, and it will fall from a spiritual treasure to an ordinary magic weapon. Therefore, although this formation is a killing move, few people are willing to spend so much effort to set it up. Instead, some sects with sufficient resources and profound background will set up this formation to trap and kill powerful enemies.

Seeing the sword light falling from the sky, Ye Chunyang did not dare to resist it forcefully no matter how conceited he was. He hurriedly used the body movement of "Zhi Chi Tian Ya" to fly away.

With a "Pu Chi", a huge sword filled with green rainbow suddenly chopped on his afterimage, and it was inserted into the ground with a deafening buzzing sound.

However, the other flying swords hovering on the top of the temple did not stop, and they all fell towards Ye Chunyang. No matter how fast he was, where could he hide in this narrow stone temple? In an instant, his protective light shield was shattered by the swords, and his body flew back in embarrassment, and fell in front of the Three Pure Ones, revealing a pale color.

However, this formation seemed to have a spiritual sense. Before he could get up, the swords locked onto him again, shocking him so much that he hurriedly used the Soul-Calming Bell to resist.

Hundreds of flying swords struck down together, and the bell shook continuously, and the sound of the bell spread far away for several miles.

Not far from the stone hall, a woman in green was flying slowly on the clouds, followed by two male cultivators, with cold and alert eyes, as if sensing something.

The woman's aura was relatively strong, and it was obvious that she had cultivated to the middle stage of magic power. The two male cultivators beside her were in the early stage of magic power. Such a group walking in the ruins of Wanhuomen was indeed a strong force.

Hearing the deafening bell, they suddenly paused, and their eyes fell on the place where the sound came from, locking onto the stone hall.

"Senior sister, there seems to be a battle in front, did they find some treasure?"

After hearing this, the two male cultivators looked at each other, and their faces were excited.

As the last group of monks to enter the Wanhuo Gate ruins, they either found nothing along the way, or were already caught by others. It was rare to hear such strange things now, and they concluded in their hearts that someone must be fighting for the treasure. Maybe they would still be able to go there this time. A fisherman can make a profit.

"Let's go! Go and take a look!" The woman in green had a cold look in her eyes, and she gave an expressionless order before turning into a ray of blue light and fleeing towards the stone palace.

The two male cultivators chuckled and followed immediately.

In the stone hall, the sword light was like a tide. Ye Chunyang urged the soul-suppressing bell to resist with difficulty. The sword energy fell on the bell body, and blazing sparks were wiped out from time to time. Judging from the swaying appearance of the bell, it probably wouldn't last much longer.

Ye Chunyang's heart suddenly became gloomy.

The Heguang Tongchen sword formation was too powerful. Even though his skills were far superior to those of monks of the same level, he was still struggling at this moment.

He glanced around and looked at the three futons that had fallen on the ground. He was surprised to find that he had just thrown them away in desperation, but now they were returned intact under the altar table.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chunyang looked at the steady stream of flying swords on the roof of the palace, and felt a chill in his heart. It was because of his own injection of mana that the futon caused a change, and at the same time activated the Heguang Tongchen Great Sword Formation. Based on Ye Chunyang's understanding of the formation, it is obvious that there is some connection between the two, or this futon is the formation that controls the magic circle. Eye.

Thinking of this, he immediately activated his body skills, put away the soul-suppressing bell and flew to the altar table again. Then he controlled the bell with one hand, performed the magic formula with the other, and tapped the spirit beast bag to call out the mutated blue bird Xiaoqing.

It had been a long time since it had sensed its master's call. As soon as this bird appeared, it immediately raised its proud head, displayed its elegant posture, and let out a low cry of joy.

Ye Chunyang did not hesitate and activated Xiaoqing, the commander of the Spirit Control Technique. The latter immediately opened his mouth and sprayed out streams of black flames towards the three futons. A few months ago, a lot of demonic energy was collected in the outer layer. After Xiaoqing absorbed it, the demonic power increased significantly. The power of the black flame was not weaker than the infinite wild fire. The three futons were wrapped in it and immediately made bursts of burning sounds.

But the material of this futon is really weird. Instead of being incinerated by Xiao Qing's demonic fire, it emits a stronger light and blocks it.

Ye Chunyang knew that the situation was critical at this moment, and the soul-suppressing bell could not withstand it for too long. At that moment, he continued to press the spells. With the blessing of its magic power, Xiaoqing's angry flames surged, and the black flames penetrated the yellow light and burned out.

"Puff" several muffled sounds were made in succession, the yellow light retreated in response, and the three futons exploded one by one.

The sword formation suddenly stopped.

Ye Chunyang was overjoyed. Sure enough, these three futons were closely related to the Heguang Tongchen Great Sword Formation.

But before Ye Chunyang could breathe a sigh of relief, an astonishing wave suddenly emitted from the exploding futon, and then the earth trembled. The three Taoist statues at the head of the hall collapsed one after another, and even the demon statues on the left and right sides also trembled. After a few tremors, bursts of astonishing black light emitted, and a ball of light flew out from each of the three futons and swirled in the hall, as if there was something hidden in it.

In shock and doubt, Ye Chunyang used some magic skills to sweep away the breath from the light group, and the object wrapped in it suddenly appeared clearly.

They are three objects of different shapes, a broken yellow talisman, a palm-sized jade article, and a fiery red scroll.

Seeing these three objects, Ye Chunyang was startled at first, and then became overjoyed. The talisman looked broken, but in fact it contained spiritual power. Judging from its appearance, it should be an ancient talisman.

The ancient monks' refining talismans were different from today's carving techniques. They not only gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also cast them without chanting a spell. Both the casting speed and power were far superior to the former. Just as ancient treasures can be used without training, the same principle applies to both.

And that piece of jade was quite miraculous. When Ye Chunyang was casting spells just now, the jade was able to reflect his magic power back. If he hadn't woken up early, he might have been injured by himself. Such a miraculous effect was simply unheard of.

The last fiery red scroll had no spiritual power fluctuations. It must have been a kind of Kung Fu or Taoist technique.

These three treasures were hidden in three futons. If Xiaoqing hadn't burned them and caused a shock, no one would have discovered them. Hidden in such a secret, it must be something that the Wanhuo Sect values ​​​​extremely, and it may even be their sect's treasure in ancient times.

After activating his spiritual consciousness, Ye Chunyang was secretly happy. He immediately rolled up his sleeve robe and put these three treasures into the Qiankun bag.

At this moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind outside the hall. Ye Chunyang's eyes narrowed, and a woman in green and two male cultivators appeared in his sight. They were looking at the three treasures with naked eyes, and then looked at Ye Chunyang's eyes. It's not a bad intention. Looking at this situation, there is no need to say more about this group of people.

"Gee, fellow Taoist, you are really lucky. I unexpectedly found ancient talismans and ancient treasures. I am so envious of you. But I love these three treasures very much. How about you give up your love to fellow Taoist?"