Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the dense forest of Longquanzhou, Lin Fan and his group advanced cautiously, and a strange atmosphere of tension filled the air. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, the light in the forest suddenly dimmed, the air became thin and strange, and an indescribable feeling of coldness came over them.

Zhong Ling'er suddenly stopped, her eyes solemn, and the runes in her hand had already formed at her fingertips. She whispered, "Brother Ye's family is here, I feel the fluctuations of Yin-Yang magic."

Her voice instantly put everyone on alert. Jin Buk drew out his sword, the blade flashing with cold light, his eyes showing fighting intent: "Are you finally here? These rats are always plotting these conspiracies in secret."

Jiang Shuiling was more cautious. She held the staff across her chest, and the blue spiritual power slowly gathered on the staff, forming a water curtain to protect her and Zhong Ling'er. With a hint of worry in her eyes, she looked at Ye Wuhen: "Brother Ye, these people are very strong, right?"

Ye Wuhen's eyes were deep, revealing pain and anger, but more of a determination. He nodded, and said in a steady tone: "They are good at illusion and Yin-Yang formations, which can confuse people. We must be careful. Don't believe anything you see in front of you."

At this moment, a dark shadow quietly came from the forest. It was a monk wrapped in a black robe, with a grim face and a faint red glow in his eyes. He just stood there quietly, emitting an extremely cold aura that made people feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

"Ye Wuhen, do you know the consequences of betraying your family?" The black-robed monk's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the underworld. Every word carried an inexplicable chill, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

As he appeared, more shadows came from all directions, surrounding Lin Fan and the others. The black-robed monks all had a deep aura, and were obviously the elite sent by Ye Wuhen's family. Their faces were hidden under their hoods, and only their cold and ruthless eyes could be seen.

Ye Wuhen stood beside Lin Fan, his eyes firm and unwavering. He met the cold gaze of the black-robed monk and answered fearlessly: "I have already decided not to submit to the family's arrangements. I want to go my own way! If you insist on killing me, then give it a try!"

Lin Fan's eyes were equally sharp, and he had already clenched the Qiankun Axe in his hand. He said coldly, "If you want to touch my companions, first ask the axe in my hand if it agrees!"

Jin Buke stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with coldness: "You are just a bunch of ghosts and rats. Today I want to see what you are capable of!"

The black-robed monk sneered and quickly formed seals with his hands. Strange gestures quickly changed from his hands. As he whispered spells, the dark shadows around him quickly spread out and turned into black mist, like countless poisonous snakes, surrounding Lin Fan and others.

Countless vague phantoms could be vaguely seen in the black fog, as if ghosts were whispering, twisting, mocking, and constantly pulling at the spirits of Lin Fan and others, as if to crush their will. Lin Fan instantly felt an invisible force invading his mind, and the surrounding scene began to distort, as if he was dragged into an endless abyss.

"The Yin-Yang formation seems to be specially prepared for us." Zhong Ling'er analyzed calmly, and her hands began to quickly form seals. Her eyes were full of concentration, "I will set up a defensive formation, everyone must hold on!"

Jiang Shuiling nodded, holding the staff tightly with both hands, and injected her own water spirit power into the talisman array set up by Zhong Ling'er to make it more stable. Her face was slightly pale, but she was unshakable, and the blue light kept flashing, providing support for the team.

"Everyone be careful, the enemy is good at illusions, don't believe everything you see!" Ye Wuhen's voice came from the fog. He was very familiar with these methods of his family.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, his heart as steady as a rock. He closed his eyes, letting the surrounding black fog and phantoms assault his senses, but he only felt the firm belief in his heart. Soon, he opened his eyes, and the Qiankun Axe shone with golden light, and an axe blade cut through the air, rushing straight towards the black-robed monk who was the leader.

"It's not that easy to trap me!" Lin Fan shouted angrily, and the golden light of the Qiankun Axe tore a gap in the surrounding black fog. However, the black fog quickly closed up as if it had life, as if it was endless and difficult to break.

"Disperse us and weaken our strength. This is their tactic." Jin Buke snorted coldly. His long sword shone with a sharp light. He glanced around vigilantly. "No matter what formation it is, my sword has a way to break it!"

Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly jumped up, turning into a phantom, and quickly shuttled through the black fog. His speed was as fast as lightning, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. His body movements were extremely flexible, looking for the enemy's flaws in the fog and phantoms.

"Brother Ye, have you found the center of the formation?" Lin Fan asked loudly while resisting the phantoms that kept attacking him.

Ye Wuhen's figure moved quickly in the black fog like a ghost, sometimes flashing and sometimes disappearing. His sharp eyes carefully captured every subtle change. He knew that only by finding the core of the formation could he fundamentally break the enemy's control.

"Over there!" Ye Wuhen suddenly stopped and stared at a void, where there seemed to be a faint black vortex, and black mist was pouring out continuously. That was the center of the formation!

"Ling'er, Shuiling, give me a hand!" Ye Wuhen shouted loudly.

Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling took action immediately after hearing this. Zhong Ling'er quickly formed a seal, and a silver rune flew out from her fingertips and headed straight for the center of the formation. At the same time, Jiang Shuiling raised her staff high, and the blue spiritual power condensed into a water dragon, following the rune and rushing towards the center of the formation.

"Go!" Zhong Ling'er shouted, and the runes exploded at the center of the formation. Silver light flashed, and the black vortex twisted violently in an instant.

The water dragon followed closely behind, roaring into the whirlpool and completely defeating it. With a roar, the center of the black fog array suddenly collapsed under the impact of the powerful spiritual power, and the surrounding black fog seemed to have lost its source and began to dissipate rapidly.

"Good opportunity, everyone follow me!" Seeing this, Lin Fan suddenly clenched the Qiankun Axe, and spiritual power poured into it crazily. The axe blade surged, and the golden light shot straight into the sky. He jumped up and chopped the Qiankun Axe towards the black-robed monk in the lead.

The black-robed monk's face changed greatly. He obviously didn't expect that Lin Fan and the others could break the formation so quickly. He hurriedly retreated, forming seals with his hands again, trying to gather spiritual power again, but it was too late. Lin Fan's axe blade was like a blazing sun, with unparalleled power, splitting him and his shadow in half.

"This is what happens to you!" Lin Fan said coldly, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

The other black-robed monks all changed color when they saw this. They thought they could easily deal with Lin Fan and the others with the formation, but they didn't expect the opponent's counterattack to be so fierce.