The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

The big man known as Mr. Scar glared at the other party.

"Are you stupid? There is thick fog only here on the entire mountain, but not elsewhere. This is clearly a maze."

The short man was stunned, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Impossible. That Zhang Huaiming is just a waste at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He was taught a lesson by Brother Dao last time in Ping'an City."

"Why can he set up a maze?"

Hearing this, some people behind him also started whispering, feeling a little surprised.

Mr. Scar thought for a while and said, "Huh, if you want to know what's going on, you'll understand if you go in and take a look."

"It's just a maze. Do you think it can stop us?"

After saying that, Mr. Scar patted the storage bag with his hand, and three different flying swords, red, yellow and black, floated beside him.

Then he waved to the back and led the way into the mist.

The people behind also took out their weapons and followed Master Scar.

However, a few people underestimated Li Xiaofan's formation.

Not long after leaving, Mr. Scar found that he and others were lost.

Obviously the area of ​​dense fog is not large, but a few people just can't get out, it's more like they've been spinning in circles.

Some people tried to fly up into the air with their swords, but they couldn't fly out no matter how long they flew up.

Even flying, it returned to its original place.

Not only that, but less than half an hour after entering the fog, someone discovered that many people in the team had improved.

There were more than thirty people when we came, but now there are only twenty people left.

For a while, many people became a little nervous.

The short man felt a little scared and quickly came to Master Scar's side.

"Master Scar, something is wrong with this maze. I think we should negotiate with the other party."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Scar slapped the short man hard with his backhand.

"Asshole, when did our Kuanglong Gang need to negotiate with an ant in the Qi Refining Realm? Get out of the way."

After being slapped, the short man felt a little aggrieved, but he did not dare to show an angry expression and could only push him aside intuitively.

Then, Mr. Scar looked at the fog coldly.

"Hmph, it's just a small maze. The worst is to break it by force."

"All of you, come here, follow me and attack in one direction."

After the words fell, Mr. Scar's peak foundation-building strength began to explode, and powerful spiritual power began to pour into the three flying swords.

Suddenly, the three flying swords began to change.

The red flying sword burned with blazing flames, and the yellow flying sword buzzed and became larger than the door panel.

The last black flying sword was even weirder, with a thick evil aura coming out of it.

At the same time, those behind them also began to accumulate strength, some used weapons, and others directly cast spells.

Soon, Mr. Scar spotted a direction and pointed his sword forward fiercely.

Following Master Scar's movements, the three flying swords used force at the same time and stabbed forward.

Not to mention, the three flying swords are very powerful and can instantly dispel the fog ahead.

Immediately afterwards, attacks from more than ten people behind them were launched at the same time, dispersing a lot of the fog.

However, just when these people thought that even if the combined attack could not break the formation, it could dispel the fog and allow them and others to find a passage.

Suddenly, a scream came from behind.

I saw Master Scar's flying sword clearly shooting forward.

But for some unknown reason, he appeared from the side and behind, and pierced a Qi Refining Junior with a sword.

The fierce fire turned the younger brother's body into a charred corpse.

Not to mention that, Master Scar's flaming flying sword had just killed one person, and the giant sword and black sword behind him came unexpectedly.

Upon realizing this, Mr. Scar was shocked.

He quickly thought and controlled the three flying swords.

But just after they succeeded, the attacks launched by everyone before came from the direction where the flying sword appeared again.

For a moment, a large amount of spiritual light shone on the faces of this group of people, scaring everyone to the point of breaking out in cold sweat.

"Get out of the way!"

Mr. Scar roared angrily.

The foundation-building monks and some stronger Qi-refining monks were the first to react. They all ducked to avoid it.

But there are always people who are slower to sense, unable to dodge in a hurry, and then directly killed on the spot.

After several screams, six more people died in the team of twenty people.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Scar was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped.

"Asshole, I won't give up until I kill this man."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt Zhou Tian's spiritual energy fluctuate.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scene began to change, and the fog slowly dissipated, revealing a formation light curtain above the head.

Just when everyone was frowning, some aura runes on the light screen lit up.

For a moment, everyone seemed to feel some kind of crisis, and they all became vigilant.

However, no matter how vigilant they were, the killing array arranged by Li Xiaofan had already been activated.

The next moment, the light under everyone's feet lit up, and a formation suddenly appeared.

Along with it, a raging fire rose.

Everyone was staring at the sky, but suddenly flames burned under their feet.

The foundation-building monk was lucky and quickly avoided it.

But the Qi Refining monks were miserable, and several of them were swallowed up by the fire under their feet in an instant.

On the other side, although the foundation-building monks escaped once, the flames of the killing array were continuous.

Everyone could only use magic and spiritual power to resist, but some people were still burned.

At the same time, Li Xiaofan, who was sitting in the room, was a little tired of playing.

The light in his hand shone brightly, and he pointed at the array plate.

At the same time, cold mist gathered rapidly in the formation, and after a sudden flash of light, everyone inside was frozen in place.

Two layers of ice and fire, this is already the most basic killing move of the killing array.

It's just that these people are too weak to resist.

Seeing everyone frozen, Li Xiaofan started transmitting messages to Zhang Huaiming in another room.

Zhang Huaiming was very happy to learn that everyone in the Kuanglong Gang had been imprisoned, and immediately entered the formation with the jade talisman.

Move these ice sculptures into the yard one by one, put away the storage bags of the deceased, and throw away the bodies.

As time passed, Mr. Scar and his party slowly began to wake up.

However, when he woke up, he realized that there were only eleven foundation-building monks left. And they were all tied together by runic iron chains.

In addition, there were two people standing in front of him, one was Zhang Huaiming, and the other was naturally Li Xiaofan.

Before Master Scar could speak, Li Xiaofan spoke first.

"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here?"

At this time, Mr. Scar was very angry and wanted to use the Kuanglong Gang to threaten Li Xiaofan like Brother Dao.

But that wretched little man was more of a thief and knew that he must not anger the person in front of him at this time.

After all, people are fighting for their lives now, so I got ahead of Mr. Scar and spoke with a smile.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, it's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding."

"We are just monks passing by, and we accidentally broke into the maze. As a result, we can't get out. I ask fellow Taoists to show their caution and let us go first!"

When the other tied people heard this, they also secretly praised the short man for his ability to speak.

However, Li Xiaofan sneered and slapped the short man on the face with his backhand.

With a snap, half of the short man's teeth flew out.

Seeing this, the others immediately changed their minds.

He cursed in his heart: "Look, you are the only one who talks too much, so you should be beaten!"