The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

"Come on, do you really think I'm afraid of you!?"

Feng Jianxiu let out a sharp roar, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, turning into a bright sword light dozens of feet long, slashing towards the huge palm print with great sharpness.

"boom!!!"

A loud noise rang out, and the two monks in the Danjie Realm attacked with all their strength. The power was astonishing. The shattered sword light and palm winds shot out in all directions. Many monks who were fighting fiercely next to them were unable to dodge and were covered in glory. Several others were thrown out by this amazing conflict of forces and hit the five-color light curtain with a bang.

"Mr. Zhuang, go fight outside and kill your dog!" Feng Jianxiu frowned when he saw this and flew out of the valley.

"Bitch bitch, your head is about to be decided!" Zhuang Wuneng, who had decided to fight Feng Jianxiu until death, shouted loudly and immediately followed up to take action.

The two cursed loudly and flew forward one after the other. Soon, terrifying spiritual power fluctuations and roaring sounds came from outside the valley. It seems that the two major monks in the Dan Formation Realm have already joined hands.

Seeing this, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, he calmly took a few steps back, and was already close to the five-color light curtain.

At this time, the fighting between the foundation-building monks on both sides has reached a fever pitch. The two sides are close in strength. Almost everyone has been injured. Several monks have died. However, they don't even have time to pick up the storage bags, and they are still fighting non-stop with red eyes.

In such a big melee, if you are not careful, you will be able to take advantage of it, and a hundred years of cultivation will be lost in one day.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream came. The woman surnamed Chen, who had the lowest cultivation level, struggled for a long time with the help of the other monks from the White Tiger Sect. Finally, someone seized the opportunity and cut off her right arm with a knife, and the blade was deeply embedded. inside her body, and then kicked her far away with a fierce kick.

Blood rained down, and the woman flew more than ten feet like a broken sack, and landed not far from Zhan Nian River with a snap.

Although she was still breathing at this time, Zhan Nianchuan understood that she would definitely die if she didn't have half a cup of tea, because not only was her body almost broken in two, but the sword energy in her body had destroyed all her organs and blood vessels, so Even the qi sea in Dantian was shattered, making it difficult for gods to save him.

The one who slashed her was a thick man with a long knife in his hand and a fleshy face. He shook the blood on the knife, let out a ferocious laugh towards Zhan Nianchuan who was standing next to the woman, and rushed to another battle group. .

Zhan Nianchuan's expression was unusually calm. He understood the sturdy man's intention, but he didn't care. Instead, he calmly watched the battle group and analyzed the chances of winning for both sides.

After dozens of breaths, Zhan Nianchuan looked at the lifeless woman, sighed, and put away her storage bag and magic weapon.

Then, one of his palms glowed with spiritual light, and he quickly pressed towards the five-color light curtain.

In the observation just now, he found that neither the monk's body collision nor the slashing with sword light and sword energy caused any reaction from the five-color light curtain.

This shows that this light curtain is purely defensive in nature and can be touched with confidence and boldness.

Although his attainments in formations were almost non-existent, he still wanted to try if he could break through the formation and obtain the sacred object inside that was extremely full of life and protected by such a powerful restriction.

What he is now using is a formation-breaking method recorded in the formation books of the Xuanyu Sect monks. By feeling the small changes in spiritual power in various parts of the formation, he can identify the nodes and weaknesses of the formation.

Putting his hand on the five-color light screen, Zhan Nianchuan silently felt the subtle changes in the spiritual energy fluctuations above, trying his best to break the formation.

Soon, the time for a cup of tea passed.

Zhan Nianchuan had already touched and sensed a ten-foot-wide area, but had gained nothing. He was frustrated to find that the spiritual power fluctuations on the light screen were very balanced, and there were no obvious weaknesses, leaving him completely at a loss as to how to start.

At this time, the fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce. Originally there were more than twenty people fighting with each other, but now there are only ten people fighting with each other. However, in Zhan Nianchuan's view, the Thousand Sword Sect monks have a clear upper hand, unless What kind of powerful backup force does the White Tiger Clan monk have? Otherwise, the White Tiger Clan will be defeated within a quarter of an hour at most.

In the distance, the battle between the two monks in the Core Formation Realm was still fierce. Both sides used all their methods, and the sealing formation trembled slightly. You can imagine the terrifying power of their spells.

Seeing this, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, knowing that he was in extreme danger, and no matter which side wins, he will be liquidated immediately.

So he removed his hand from the five-color light screen, took out a cyan jade bottle, and then quietly opened the bottle cap, and a colorless and odorless gas immediately gushes out.

Everyone in the audience was fighting desperately, and no one paid attention to the actions of a young monk at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. In their eyes, this was an insignificant little character, and it would be easy to kill him.

Zhan Nianchuan carefully controlled the flow of gas with his magic power and gathered them around everyone in the fierce battle. But this is not easy, because everyone fights too fiercely, and sometimes the gas is dispersed by the turbulent wind before it even gets close to them.

After half a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan breathed a long sigh of relief. He was convinced that everyone present had been contaminated by the poison he had obtained from the jade boat. However, he was not sure about the specific effect. After all, he could fight Those who have been killed so far are all monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, and there are even four Dzogchen monks.

After taking the antidote obtained from Liu Weimao and his son, Zhan Nianchuan tried again to break the five-color light curtain when he saw that the toxicity was not about to take effect.

This time he decided to take a little risk. After all, according to the formation books, in order to break the formation, you must first break through the formation, so that you can find the weaknesses of the formation through changes in the formation.

Taking a deep breath, Zhan Nianchuan looked solemn and slapped the five-color light curtain with his palm. However, he did not hold out much hope. After all, even the attacks of the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment failed to cause any obvious reaction from the formation.

"boom!"

As Zhan Nianchuan expected, the five-color light curtain did not react at all, not even a trace of tremor.

Zhan Nianchuan frowned slightly, and immediately mobilized all his magic power. The spiritual light shined brightly on his palm, and there was a faint flow of five-color light, and he slapped the five-color light curtain with one palm.

To his surprise, no sound was made. After feeling a slight obstruction, his palm easily passed through the five-color light curtain.

Zhan Nianchuan's heart was filled with surprise. Just when he was hesitating whether to continue inserting his palms, he heard bursts of exclamations in his ears:

"What's going on? Why is my mana gone?"

"You damn bastards from Baihumen, you are so despicable and shameless!"

"You fart! It's obviously you who did it!"

Just when the remaining seven people were blaming each other and about to use their fists, a calm and indifferent voice rang out:

"Don't argue, I did it."