Chapter 593 Spirit Ghost Formation

As time goes by, more and more masters gather in the wilderness. Those who come have the lowest cultivation level and are in the early stage of magic power. There are also some sect elders who have cultivated the golden elixir.

Of course, the group of cultivators was naturally headed by Tianqimen. After arriving, they all gathered together. After several secret discussions, they separated and found another quiet place to recharge their batteries.

"Senior brother, we have been here for a few days and Wutianmen has not yet appeared. Is there anything strange here?"

In the dense forest, the middle-aged man surnamed Yin frowned deeply and had a worried look on his face.

The old man surnamed Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What are you worried about, junior brother?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yin pondered for a while and said: "I'm worried that they will separate us on the pretext of a fight and plot against us while our defenses are weak."

As soon as these words came out, the old man surnamed Yi and the ancestor of the Mu family next to him fell silent.

After thinking for a long time, the old man surnamed Yi shook his head slightly and said: "Probably not. Since Wutianmen invited us here, they must have the intention of catching us all. If they don't get rid of us, what's the use of occupying our mountain gate? With Wu Chuanzi's shrewdness, he would never do such a stupid thing."

When the middle-aged man surnamed Yin heard this, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to still have doubts, but in the end he did not speak.

At this moment, a startling rainbow came from the sky, and everyone's hearts trembled.

Looking up, I saw large dark clouds gathering, and hundreds of black-clothed monks gathered in the sky. Even though they were far apart, they could still feel the cold murderous aura coming from them.

"They are coming." The ancestor of the Mu family narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.

"Yes, it's them." The old man surnamed Yi nodded, with no strange expression on his face.

The sudden scene naturally shocked everyone, and the real people from the seven main peaks also stepped forward in unison, looking at the rapidly approaching dark clouds with a cold look on their faces.

At the same time, the latter quickly arrived over the wilderness.

Both sides had realized something. In an instant, drums were beating loudly, and a chilling air rose into the sky. Both sides looked at each other coldly, and the calm atmosphere a moment ago became tense.

Wutianmen's side was obviously well-trained. Hundreds of monks lined up in a smooth and orderly manner. They lined up in mid-air like dark clouds. Their momentum was astonishing. All the magic weapons they held were extraordinary spiritual things.

Compared with the temporary alliance between Tianqi Sect, Mu Family and other forces, they were much more scattered among themselves. However, facing the oppression of Wutian Sect, their morale remained undiminished, and they each used magic weapons to promote luck.

One side of the two sides is ambitious and has a clear intention to annex various factions, while the other side clings to the sect without giving in. Only a life-and-death showdown between the two sides can determine the future structure of Tian Chongshan.

"Old Monster Yi, I didn't expect you to be quite punctual."

In Wutian Gate, Wu Chuanzi, dressed in blue, stood up and looked at Tianqi Gate indifferently. The powerful aura of the late stage of pill formation enveloped the entire audience, making some low-level monks secretly feel frightened.

At the same time, the white-haired middle-aged man and the hunchbacked old man on both sides also stood up together, and three breaths rose into the sky, overwhelming the magic monks like a mountain of mountains pressing down on them, making them almost breathless.

The old man surnamed Yi glanced at Wutianmen and his group, and couldn't help but feel condensed in his heart. Although the number of the two sides was almost the same, the other side had twenty or thirty alchemy monks, and most of them were in the middle stage of cultivation. On the other hand, their side was in the early stage. With a majority, under such a comparison, the outcome of this battle is really unpredictable.

But the old man surnamed Yi was also an unusual person. He had a strange look in his eyes and then calmed down quickly. He replied expressionlessly: "Wuchuanzi, if you are a good person, you will get a lot of help, but if you are a bad person, you will get little help. Over the years, you and I have been living in peace and harmony. You are aggressive and show no mercy to any faction. Today in this barbaric land, I, the Tianqi Sect, will act on behalf of Heaven and eradicate the scourge you have brought to Tian Chong Mountain."

"Hahaha, eradicate me? Just by the mob like you?" Wuchuanzi raised his head and laughed, showing the arrogance of a generation of heroes. He looked at the old man surnamed Yi with cold eyes and said: "Old man Yi, now If you surrender before it's too late, otherwise, after today, not to mention that you, Tianqi Sect General, will be removed from Tian Chong Mountain, none of you will be able to go back alive. "

"You are so brazen! I would like to see how capable you are to dare to make such a boast."

Before Wu Chuanzi finished speaking, the ancestor of the Mu family interrupted with a sneer. This person has always had a hot temper, how could he allow the other party to ignore him like this.

Wuchuanzi's smile faded, and he looked away from the old man surnamed Yi, turning to the ancestor of the Mu family, with a playful expression on his face, and said: "You are the ancestor of the Mu family, right? You are also considered a number one person, and I hope that you are doing business in the Mu family. For the sake of resources, I don’t want to embarrass you, but it’s a pity that you were in the wrong team for a while, and the entire Mu family has to be buried with you. It’s sad and deplorable!”

"Stop talking nonsense. We, the Mu family, don't need you, a hypocrite, to tell you how to behave. In today's battle, you or I will die. If your Wutianmen wants to dominate Tianchong Mountain, you can draw a line. I'll wait for you. That's it." The ancestor of the Mu family sneered.

"Very good, now that your Excellency has said so, I don't want to waste time. The rules of this decisive battle are simple. You and I both have three late-stage pill formations. We will each set up a venue to fight to the death. Two out of three games will win. As long as two people on either side win. The winner can be decided, and the loser must respect the other party, and no one can have any objections.”

Wuchuanzi glanced at the Tianqi sect with an indifferent expression.

The old man surnamed Yi, the middle-aged man surnamed Yin, and the ancestor of the Mu family looked at each other and nodded without any objection.

When Wu Chuanzi saw this, he didn't say much. He waved his hand and held out a Dharma plate. This plate was so bright that it rose up in the wind and cast three beams of light respectively. Three miniature land masses suddenly rose up on the plain and turned into three. The arena is suspended in mid-air.

After finishing this, Wu Chuanzi glanced at the white-haired middle-aged man on the right. A cold light flashed on the latter's face, and he flew to one of the arenas without saying a word, looking down with cold and sharp eyes. : "I, Xu Changqing, who comes to fight?"

Before the sound lingered, bursts of elixir fire were already rising from the body's surface, with extraordinary momentum.

The three old men surnamed Yi looked at this scene, doubts flashed across their faces, and they secretly released their spiritual consciousness to detect these three suspended lands. After all, this place was chosen by the other party, so they always have to be careful.

However, after several inspections, they found that there were no abnormalities on these three continents, and they were immediately relieved.

"I'll come and meet you for a moment!"

The ancestor of the Mu family couldn't help but step forward. After hearing a sudden sound of wind, the next moment he appeared opposite the white-haired middle-aged man.

The white-haired middle-aged man looked up and down, his face calm.

At the same time, there was another flash of light around Wuchuanzi.

The old man with a hunchback dropped a curved, ugly-shaped iron staff towards the land in the middle. He smiled strangely at the old man surnamed Yi and the middle-aged man surnamed Yin, and said: "I am inaction, which Taoist friend do you want to send up to teach me?" "

The old man surnamed Yi snorted coldly and stepped forward to meet this person, but at this moment someone stopped him.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yin took a step forward and said, "Senior brother, leave this person to me, and you can deal with Wuchuanzi."

As he spoke, he straightened up and landed on the same piece of suspended land as the hunchbacked old man. The momentum of both parties was like a rainbow, and murderous intent permeated the surroundings.

The old man surnamed Yi frowned slightly, but after a moment of meditation, he didn't stop.

He turned to look at Wuchuanzi, his eyes as deep as ever, and said: "Now you and I are the only ones left, let's put an end to the past grudges here!"

As soon as the words fell, they turned into a rainbow of light and rushed into the sky, before settling peacefully on the last piece of land.

But the next scene shocked several late-stage pill-forming monks, including the old man named Yi.

After both parties landed on the suspended land, Wu Chuanzi did not move, but stood motionless, looking at them with a strange smile.

"Hehe, naturally I want to end it, but..."

After staring at the old man surnamed Yi and the others for a moment, Wuchuanzi suddenly sneered, and with a change of technique in his hand, he whipped out a formation flag about ten feet tall like lightning, and slammed it against the serving plate in the air. The latter was brilliant. There was a huge surge, and black light surged out like waves, covering the entire wild land in an instant.

The sound of rumbling and shaking suddenly sounded, and the monks on both sides felt that the ground beneath their feet was undulating, and centipede-like cracks appeared, from which pillars of cold gray air spurted out. Suddenly, the wind picked up and rushed straight towards the three suspended lands.

There was a "buzz" sound.

The earth trembled crazily, and thick black mist spread around it. Countless ghosts of the dead floated out of it, forming three black cocoons of light in the air and covering the three suspended pieces of land.

The old man surnamed Yi looked at the ghost fog around him and didn't know that he was being plotted. He secretly sighed and recited a mantra in an attempt to escape from the arena.

But soon they discovered that the magic power was completely corroded by the surrounding black mist as soon as it was used. The body power could not be lifted at all, and the real energy in the body was also rapidly depleted.

"Spiritual Ghost Formation! Wuchuanzi, you even plotted against us!"

The hunchbacked old man and the white-haired middle-aged man noticed something strange around them and immediately understood what was going on, with a look of shock and anger on their faces.

"Haha, Elder Wuwei, don't be so surprised. I, Wu Chuanzi, will remember the help your sect has given me over the years. But today, you two should be buried here together with the Tianqi Sect!"

Wuchuanzi laughed loudly, and when he spoke, he pressed the magic formula, and the dark light of the magic disk in the air became more and more fierce and unusual. The hunchbacked old man was isolated by the light cocoon before he could finish his words. The three old men surnamed Yi were easily trapped without having time to resist.

"When I attract ghosts and evil spirits from all over the place, this ghost ghost formation will turn this place into a very gloomy place. Then your mana will be eaten away bit by bit. You might as well enjoy the true energy inside. The pain of being haunted by evil spirits after exhaustion.”

Wu Chuanzi showed a ferocious smile, and the dharma plate in the air swelled several times under the stimulation of his magic formula. Yin energy continued to gather from all directions, and the light cocoon covering several late-stage pill formation became thicker and thicker.

This scene seemed to be extremely long, but in fact it happened in a flash of lightning. It only took a short moment from Wu Chuanzi suddenly setting up the formation to several masters being trapped. When everyone came to their senses, the entire wild land had turned into a scene of howling ghosts. Asura hell.

The seven main peaks of Tianqimen looked at this scene with ugly expressions, and their hearts became cold.

At this time, Wuchuanzi also looked sideways, with a smile on his face and said: "If they are hit by my spirit ghost formation, unless the Nascent Soul cultivator is here, no one in the world can save them. Now it is your turn." ”