Overcome the catastrophe

When Wei Tianyu set up the big formation, he used the Nine Nether Profound Stones, a gift from the Underworld Corpse Phantom, in the eyes of the overlapping formations of the two formations. It is also full of gloomy winds, bloody eyes, ecstasy, and crises.

The two large formations spawned hundreds of small spaces separated by each other, and the five martial saints were trapped in it, and they were immediately separated, but the sound transmission of the spiritual sense could not isolate them, and they could still talk.Every martial sage has grown up through hundreds of battles and even thousands of battles. He has seen all kinds of dangerous and weird scenes. At this time, he quickly judged that he was caught in the formation, but he was very calm and did not act rashly.

The Cloud Piercer is parked next to the formation. Not only is the wind and sea calm here, but it also creates a small space where the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing.Lan Jiuyuan finally walked out of the cabin, sitting on the grass and drinking tea leisurely.

He changed into a robe again, but it was a black golden silk armor with a hint of gold, with complicated golden patterns on the surface, giving it a gloomy magnificence.Holding the teacup, he looked at the appearances of the five martial sages in the eyes of the formation, and said indifferently: "The Qinglong Sword Sage, the Blood Fiend Sword Sage, the Qianyue Fist Sage, the Illusion Sage, and the Poison Hand Demon Sage, the varieties are quite complete." .”

Ling Zihan sat next to him, taking out the materials for comparison, and asked while drinking tea: "Can our formation trap them to death?"

"Theoretically speaking, it is very difficult for martial saints to die. They will always leave a way out for themselves. As long as there is a chance of life, they will not die." Lan Jiuyuan smiled at him, "Incarnation outside the body, soul talisman, Soul separation technique, stand-in puppets, etc., there are some ways to protect yourself, and it is only a matter of time before you can restore your original strength. If you really can't keep your body and soul, you can also keep your spiritual consciousness, enter reincarnation, and reincarnate to rebuild. Once you step into the holy rank, In fact, you have already obtained longevity, but if you want to live forever and enter the God Realm, you must become a god and ascend, and there are always some amazing, talented and beautiful people who are unwilling to be reconciled, and do everything possible to take that step."

"It's also understandable. A cultivator who doesn't want to reach the peak is not a good cultivator." Wei Tianyu said, took out a small battery, and immersed himself in the calculations, planning to make a few more formations to superimpose them. If they are not trapped, they will be exhausted. .

Ling Zihan raised his head to look at Ling Zicheng who was walking over, picked up the materials of the five martial sages and handed them over, and said casually: "Those five are all martial sages, you can go to practice with them in groups, if you can kill them, kill them, kill them!" If you don’t, just play by ear, it’s a matter of experience.”

"Great idea." Lan Jiuyuan nodded approvingly, "letting them be a training partner can help you break through, but you remind them to pay attention to safety and don't force it. That's a murderous martial artist, not a muddlehead Bodhisattva."

"Understood." Ling Zicheng was overjoyed, took the information and excitedly went back to the other side to discuss with more than 100 brothers.

After a while, Ling Zihan stood up and greeted loudly: "Zicheng, hello brothers, go out and clean up the garbage that is chasing after you."

Those clansmen immediately boiled over, and agreed in unison, "Obey."

Ling Zihan smiled proudly: "A lot of onlookers have come. Today, let the people from the ancient land of origin be a witness to see our Youlan Ling family regain its glory."

Everyone excitedly replied loudly: "Okay!"

Ling Zihan turned his head to look at Lan Jiuyuan, smiled and said, "Uncle Lan, I've thought about it, you don't have to go back to the temple anymore, restore the surname Ling, and be the elder of the Ling family dignifiedly from now on." For the placement of people in the temple, it is possible to send some geniuses with high military value to let the temple focus on training, and they can also get information, without having to make him pay huge sacrifices.

There was also a trace of excitement on Lan Jiuyuan's face, "It's time for the clansmen to restore the surname Ling."

At this moment, the Martial Emperor and Martial Lords who were chasing after them all stopped, looking at the large swath of turbid and rolling mist in front of them, trying to contact the five Martial Saints who had disappeared without a trace.

Soon, they got orders from Wu Sheng.

"There is a formation here, be careful not to get stuck in it."

"Hurry up and report to the main hall, and send the formation master."

"I want the best array mage."

They were whispering and discussing what to do when a group of people suddenly rushed out of the fog.Their movements were erratic, their speed was like lightning, and they rushed straight towards them with a biting baleful aura.

A fierce battle ensues.

The cultivators who came from all directions of the original ancient land stayed tens of miles away, watching from afar.Everyone knows that if there is a big battle between the martial saints, it will be a catastrophe, and if they get close, they will be affected and suffer.At this time, seeing that there was no Martial Saint participating, they slowly moved forward, but they didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being mistaken as reinforcements for one side and being attacked by the other side.

Ling Zihan and the others didn't completely use the concealment technique, but flickered, looking forward and suddenly behind, even the gods of the Martial Emperor level were difficult to lock.All of them were dressed in black robes and held needle swords. They couldn't see their figures clearly under the dim skylight. Compared with the dazzling and powerful magic weapons in the hands of the temple cultivators, their weapons could be completely ignored.

This is actually the most dangerous.

Countless cultivators stood on the periphery, surrounded by crowds in the air and on the ground, watching flames suddenly ignited beside the churning fog area, suddenly gusty winds, thunder and lightning, and ice and snow all over the sky, swords, lights and swords, fists and legs, screaming, Rumbling roars, dull groans, and angry shouts and curses can be heard endlessly.The figure in black on the other side came and went suddenly, flashing indefinitely, like a ghost.Occasionally, a ray of light of a different color would flash away, and a temple practitioner would fall from the sky and fall to the ground dead.

The temple sent 1000 people this time, 300 people were killed by Ling Zihan and the others last night, and there are more than 700 people here.Although they have an advantage in numbers, the movements of the Ling clan are too weird. If they can't find the target, they can't siege them. When they see the opponent's figure clearly, the blade of the needle sword is close to the vital point, so they can only block it hastily. Or retreat, a little carelessness, is a one-hit lore.

These cultivators of the temple are relatively young, and they are diehards cultivated by the temple. They belong to the killer team that specializes in killing families who refuse to obey the orders of the temple. Having never fought against Ling's before, he was completely unaccustomed to their tactics, so he was in a hurry and lost his way.

Every member of the Ling clan became more and more courageous as they fought, their momentum was like a rainbow, and they fought heartily.This was the first battle of the Ling family's revenge announced to the world. Everyone put in all their strength, they couldn't go to the battlefield with minor injuries, and fought after taking medicine for serious injuries. As long as there was still breath left, they would rush to the enemy.

In just a few minutes, more than 200 people died in the temple, and more than [-] people were seriously injured.Ling beat them all by surprise, each of them killed two or three people, but his own loss was very little.The most wonderful thing is that every clansman conveniently threw the dead and those who could not move after being seriously injured into the formation, preparing to rob and distribute the spoils after the war.

The people in the temple were stunned, and they recovered after parrying a round of violent attacks. A high-ranking Martial Emperor gave a loud order to let all the cultivators fly out of the battlefield, form a battle formation, and echo each other, effectively restricting the Ling clan. He used his agility to intersperse between them.

Ling Zihan didn't like to fight, he waved his hands and ordered all his subordinates to retreat to the formation, and then flew to the front of the formation by himself, showing his figure.

He stood in mid-air, his long blue hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, his blue eyes were deep and far away, as if they contained countless vicissitudes and endless thoughts, and his slightly childish face was like jade Crystal clear and cold, with an awe-inspiring majesty.

His voice was clear and cold, like the polar cold wind, flying between the heaven and the earth, "Tell your holy master, as a foreign thief, it is not so easy to rob us of our flying land! He can bribe the world to repair For a while, you can’t deceive them for a lifetime! If you want my Youlan Ling clan to be destroyed, you can exchange your life! The blood debt must be paid with blood! Tens of thousands of Youlan Ling clan were lost in his greedy desire and shameless conspiracy , the ancestors are not far away, the blood of the people is spilled all over the land, and every wronged soul is watching him in the dark, and it will make him unable to take the step he dreams of in his whole life! The way of heaven is fair and just, even if he hides his head , I have been hiding for so many years, so that I, Ling, cannot be found, and I will die under the catastrophe! You have committed a lot of evil these years, be careful that you will die without a complete body, and spread the disaster to your family! Heaven has eyes, and no one can escape the judgment of heaven!" Then Listening to his voice, thunderstorms rolled across the sky, as if cheering for him.

After Ling Zihan finished speaking sonorously, he turned his head and disappeared into the formation like a phantom, disappearing without a trace.

The cultivators in the temple watched and listened from afar, their faces fluctuating, and none of them stepped forward to try to chase them.

The leader, Emperor Wu, said: "We are not familiar with this formation, so we can only guard here. I will report to the main hall and wait for orders from above."

Others agreed one after another, immediately set up tents, and all hid inside.Although they have been trained to be shameless and brutal by the temple, they are all masters at the level of Wuhuang, Wuzun, and Wuwang after all, and they still need face.In front of so many cultivators who were watching, being beaten so embarrassingly, they couldn't bear it anymore, so they hurriedly avoided it first.

Ling Zihan walked through the big formation with special footwork, and returned to the eye of the formation.Wei Tianyu had already gathered the dead and wounded who were thrown in, and threw them into a small formation space. At this time, he was manipulating the formation to harass the five martial saints, carefully observing their movements and moves.

Lan Jiuyuan was still sipping tea leisurely. When he saw him coming back, his brows and eyes were full of smiles, and he made a free and easy gesture of invitation, "Are you tired after talking so much? Come and drink some tea to moisten your throat." .”

Ling Zihan sat down with a smile on his face, picked up his teacup and said, "Your surname is Ling now, so I can't call you Uncle Lan. Your name is 'Yu', let's call you Uncle Yu."

"You can call it whatever you want." Lan Jiuyuan stretched his body, stretched out his sleeves, and stood up, "You guys have played, and I'll go to some activities too. I've disliked that Poisonous Hand Demon Sage for a long time, I have never had a chance before, this time I will kill him first."

"Okay." Ling Zihan watched his figure disappear out of nowhere, and drank the tea in his cup with a smile, "I wish Uncle Yu all the best."