Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Seeing that Zhao Xuanming had been trapped by the Blood River Formation, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, they didn't dare to relax, and they were still trying their best to maintain the operation of the formation until they trapped him to death.

After all, this one is too strong, and he is a ruthless person. The Blood River Sect has already lost hundreds of disciples, all of them were killed by him alone.

So even though Zhao Xuanming was already trapped by the formation, they were still a little worried.

"You are indeed Ye Chen's disciple. You really learned a lot from him. You have such strength that you can equal me. However, you are still too young after all. Fighting is not only based on strength, but also brains." Wang Wu spoke slowly.

Hearing his words, many disciples beside him felt nauseated, they were really brazen and thick-skinned.

Obviously, he was beaten by someone with a single move and used all his cards to save his life, and he lost in a mess. He also said that he was equal to him, and everyone could see that he lost miserably.

Of course, Zhao Xuanming is now awake. The force of the river of blood washed over his body, like thousands of knives scraping his skin. Although he didn't bruise his skin, it was still painful.

This intense pain finally brought him back to his senses.

He was dazzled by hatred before, and Wang Wu used aggressive methods to move out of his parents directly, which was unbearable.

Trapped in the formation now, his activities were limited, so he had time to think.

Among Dao Yunzong, Zangshu Pavilion has a large number of martial arts, many of which were searched from various places, and some were offered by other sects to make friends.

There happened to be a book in it, which introduced the layout of the Blood River Formation and where its weaknesses were.

Usually Zhao Xuanming is a person who likes to read books. He can learn a little more about various martial arts skills, and he can apply what he has learned very well.

This Blood River Formation was created by the Blood River Patriarch himself. Originally, he was a person who knew nothing about formations, and he always relied on his own strength to kill people.

Once the ancestor of Xuehe met a powerful opponent, and when he was not fully sure, he followed a set of entry-level formations, added his own changes, and even introduced his own bloodthirsty killing spirit into the formation, bless the formation power.

It can be said that this set of sect inheritance formations was born out of chance and coincidence.

The power of this formation is not bad, but the biggest weakness is that it is supported by the blood evil spirit. If the blood evil spirit is converted into other powers, the formation will collapse directly.

Zhao Xuanming just learned a set of magic martial arts skills, which are also cold and cold, and can be easily converted into each other.

He slowly raised his arm, and made a set of strange palm prints with both hands, which was to cast the Nine Nether Demon Palm.

This set of palm techniques can be regarded as an entry-level martial skill in the magic way, but it is also an earth-level martial skill, and many monks in the later stage of the Wu Zun are also using it.

After a few palm prints, it quickly consumed the surrounding blood and evil spirit, and began to attack the formation.

At this time, several disciples couldn't hold on anymore, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Wang Wu also panicked.

He knew that he was not Zhao Xuanming's opponent, and if he was released, the consequences would be disastrous, and everyone here might die.

"Quick, everyone hold on, don't let this little beast out!"

On the field, hundreds of disciples took turns to go into battle, channeling their internal energy to keep the formation in motion.

However, this is still a drop in the bucket. In just a dozen or so breaths, the Blood River Formation has already been breached and gradually collapsed.

Seeing this scene, Wang Wu's scalp tingled for a while.

"What, do you still want to kill me now?"

Zhao Xuanming walked slowly towards the crowd. His steps were very slow, but each step was like the pace of death, which added enormous psychological pressure to the crowd.

Glancing among the crowd, his cold eyes directly frightened a disciple so much that he spit out bile.

Moreover, fear is contagious, and several disciples were directly frightened and fainted.

This one is a real murderous demon. The members of the Blood River Sect usually ambush a few monks with a group of people at most, and finally kill them to silence them.

But today, the scene of blood flowing into rivers is really spectacular, and it is the first time for most of the disciples to see it.

"What? Why don't you speak anymore, are you dumb?"

Zhao Xuanming spoke again, scaring everyone into a fright.

At this time, Wang Wu's forehead was also covered with bean-sized sweat, and he looked extremely nervous.

However, he knew that his body skills were not good enough, so he didn't dare to run away face to face, fearing that as soon as he left, he would be followed by a burst of sword energy.

"What exactly do you want?" Wang Wu asked tremblingly.

"It's very simple. I want revenge, and you all know this, but I won't kill you immediately, because I still need some information. If you tell me obediently, I will give you a happy death."

After the words fell, Zhao Xuanming took out a few talismans from his pocket, and used them to imprint them on the ground with his palm, surrounding everyone in the middle.

At this time, several talismans lit up at the same time, and then a formation formed, trapping everyone in the Blood River Sect present.

Many disciples of Dao Yunzong have this set of siege formations, and they can be exchanged with some mission points. It is simple and practical, and does not require the cooperation of many people.

"I don't have a lot of patience. If you don't speak up, I have a way to get you to speak up, but as for the process, it's not what you want to see."

Zhao Xuanming paced slowly, waiting for everyone to provide him with information.

In fact, before coming, he planned to forcefully kill him, wherever he went.

However, after what happened just now, he found that it was not a good way to force his way in. It was a smart move to interrogate these people first.

"Okay, count yourself as cruel, I"

Wang Wu spoke suddenly, as if he had figured it out.

But only halfway through the words, he suddenly died and fell to the ground without a sound.

This scene was a bit sudden, and people couldn't react at all.

"It's stupid to want to pretend to be dead!"

Zhao Xuanming took out a square formation plate, pinched it with his fingers, and then two sharp blades flew out, quickly piercing through Wang Wu's ribs.

But he still didn't make any movement, it seemed that he was really dead.

Now Zhao Xuanming was puzzled, Wang Wu was alive and well a moment ago, but he suddenly died strangely, it was really hard to understand.

He was startled, thinking that the Blood River Sect's establishment for a hundred years was not as simple as he imagined, so he suddenly became a little more vigilant.

In Dao Yunzong, Ye Chen was sitting in the room when his eyes suddenly opened.

In his spare time, he still made a calculation for Zhao Xuanming, but the divination was not very good, it seemed that there was a trap waiting for him.

Without thinking too much, he immediately set off to go, ready to protect in secret and help at critical moments.