In the eyes of Bei Mingxiu and others who were watching the window in the lobby, the three holy envoys of the Holy Pavilion fell from the scroll, and only one was left in a moment. Qu Youyuan stood in front of him, like an unattainable tower.

of mountains.

Perhaps the Holy Envoy's cultivation was much higher than Qu Youyuan's, but his aura was definitely not as powerful as Qu Youyuan's.

Some young and energetic disciples of Momei Villa crowded around the windows on both sides of the gate, excitedly preparing to watch their Fourth Master show off his talents.

Bei Mingxiu did not squeeze, but quietly spread out the Heaven and Human Way, trying to detect the location of the other two holy envoys.

With his cultivation level, he could not feel the previous changes in the formation of Momei Villa, so he wanted to know more about Momei Villa's preparations to fight against the Holy Envoy of the Holy Pavilion.

The Way of Heaven and Humanity was about to touch the edge of the formation guarding the hall. Bei Mingxiu's mind moved slightly and he touched the formation lightly, hoping to get permission from the formation.

The formation would not answer him, but it did not stop the flow of spiritual power guided by the Way of Heaven and Humanity.

Bei Mingxiu expressed his gratitude in his heart, and then controlled the way of heaven and humanity to spread the spiritual power, and soon found Kong Yang's shadow in Momei Villa.

Kong Yang was by the Mochi, facing Yan Cheng across the water.

The powerful spiritual energy stirred up the ink pool like boiling. The stone tablet beside the pool was also trembling, as if it might break into pieces at any time. The spiritual energy transferred by Beiming Xiu was directly torn into pieces.

If he had used his original spiritual power to explore before, he would have been severely injured at this time.

Fortunately, that was the only place that was more dangerous, so Tian Rendao quickly made a rough inspection of Momei Villa.

Withdrawing the path of heaven and humanity, Bei Mingxiu took a deep breath, and a question emerged in his mind.

He was sure that the aura of the Suzaku envoy was not in Momei Villa, so where would he be?

…

Back mountain.

Meng Huanling looked at her long skirt that was stained by mud, her expression extremely ugly.

Looking around, there are green trees all around, and there is no sign of anyone at all.

Although she was in a bad mood, her inner reason told her that if the formation at Momei Villa forced her to this place, there must be some preparations here.

She took a gentle step forward, but before her feet were firmly planted, a mysterious wave of spiritual energy came from her.

Meng Huanling lowered her head and glanced at the strokes hidden in the fallen leaves, sneered, and stepped on them.

With a muffled sound, a crack instantly appeared on the ground. Fallen leaves flew in all directions, but were stopped by a ring of red-gold fire. Both the leaf petioles and the ink marks on them were completely burned in the flames.

Meng Huanling held her head high and walked among the woods, her steps brisk and quick.

At her fingertips, a little red-gold flame swayed in the wind, and she shot it out in all directions at will.

Wherever the fire reaches, everything is burned, and ink appears faintly among the embers.

The ink array was constantly being triggered, and then was crushed by Meng Huanling in the most casual and domineering manner. Under the sun, the red-gold flame was particularly dazzling, as if it could illuminate everything.

A look of boredom appeared on Meng Huanling's face.

"Are you just using these shady means to delay time?"

The phantom of the Suzaku appeared again, and when it flapped its wings, it was an infinite wave of fire, and the nearby flowers, plants and trees were burned up in an instant.

Ink arrays appear constantly, then explode and dissipate.

Meng Huanling looked proudly at the scene of countless spiritual inks exploding in the air, feeling so happy.

Suddenly, her smile froze, she gritted her teeth and said in a cold voice, "That's it."

From the red-gold flames that fill the sky, dazzling black flashes are constantly coming out.

Those are all spiritual inks.

The spiritual inks were forced out by the flames before, but they were connected to each other at some unknown time.

They enveloped the entire back mountain, and even the sunlight could not completely penetrate.

In the vast black mist, there seemed to be a pen writing something, and countless invisible lines appeared in the air, locking the Suzaku shadow tightly.

Meng Huanling felt a sense of disgust in her heart, which was the discomfort caused by the bridge between heaven and earth being blocked.

"Spirit Locking Formation..." She looked up at the ink in the sky and said in a cold voice, "It seems that I have underestimated you."

The Soul Locking Formation is a very subtle formation in the Mo Formation of Mo Mei Villa.

Its effect is only to isolate the spiritual power within the formation from the outside world. It is of no use to mortals at all. But for immortals, they cannot continuously draw spiritual power from the heaven and earth in the formation. This is a forced order.

They return to the mortal world.

Ning Zhurong's death in Liyang City was largely due to the fact that the Soul Locking Formation limited his strength. Although Meng Huanling had always been at odds with Ning Zhurong, she was still a little sad about his death and naturally absorbed his strength.

lesson.

She wanted to use the Tianyang Spiritual Flame to directly destroy all the nearby ink formations. In that case, even if the Momei Villa arranged a spirit locking formation, it would not be able to have any effect at all.

But the entire back mountain is an ink formation. If you are in the formation, even if everything in the formation is burned, how can you break it?

The remaining spiritual ink under her burning became the key strokes of the Soul Locking Array. To a certain extent, she personally created the Soul Locking Array that trapped her.

After thinking about this, Meng Huanling's mood became even worse, and she drove the Suzaku Seal to try to forcefully break through the shackles of the Soul Locking Formation.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so impulsive."

Clear and clear laughter came from all directions.

Meng Huanling sneered and said: "I only let you, a guy who has just reached the ninth level, come here. I am really underestimated."

Even so, she did not continue to activate the Suzaku seal.

With her perceptual ability, it was clear that this large formation covering the entire back mountain could not be as simple as a spirit locking formation.

The phantom of the Suzaku returned to the engraving. Meng Huanling's body was surrounded by red gold flames. She fixed her gaze on a corner and said coldly: "Come out."

Mingdao's figure appeared there, with a relaxed and comfortable expression.

Meng Huanling snorted coldly, raised her jade hand lightly, and directed several fire whips at

The clear path roars away.

Even if she is suppressed by the spirit locking formation, she is still an immortal who transcends the ordinary world, and her total spiritual power is far higher than Ming Dao, who can even break through the ninth level.

So she couldn't understand how Mingdao had the courage to fight her.

Mingdao also couldn't understand why Meng Huanling would attack him so directly, regardless of whether there was a trap or not.

He didn't care about this at all. His fingers were scratching on the spiritual ink mass beside him, and a pitch-black ink sword was already in his hand.

The Mo sword landed on a fire whip and exploded immediately.

Ming Dao didn't squint his eyes, slightly bent the fingers of his left hand, and dozens of ink swords fell from the sky, smashing the fire whip out.

He turned around, held the hilt of his sword, and struck at the fire whips behind him.

The residual ink that was previously blasted by the fire whip seemed to be inspired at this moment, and along with the dozens of ink swords summoned by Ming Daoxin, they fell like a downpour.

The ink shatters and the fire is extinguished.

Mingdao gently wiped the sweat from his face.

Not tired, just nervous.

This was the first time he had truly faced an immortal-level powerhouse.

Meng Huanling's expression was slightly strange. When she noticed the faint aura around him, she returned to normal, and sneered: "Your senior brothers and sisters really love you, since they have lent you the power of the sect-protecting formation."

Ming Dao smiled and said, "Good eyesight."

Meng Huanling sneered and started to activate Suzaku to carve the seal.

A melodious piano sound came from the distance.

A strange talisman came with the wind. Its power was not very powerful, but for some reason, the light of the Suzaku seal began to dim.

The connection with the Suzaku seal was disturbed. Meng Huanling glanced at the mountain forest indifferently and sneered: "Interesting."

"But you two can't keep me here."

Mingdao shook his finger and corrected: "Whether you can keep it or not is not your decision."

Meng Huanling sneered: "So what, even if the layout of your villa is directed at me, you are still no match for me."

"Mr. Mingqi, Mr. Weiba, your strength is not even among the top ten in the human world. How can you fight against me?" She looked at everything around her with contempt, not hiding her disdain for them at all. "

Moreover, Qu Youyuan is stupid enough to hand over all the power of Momei Villa to you, so they will only die."

Mingdao smiled and said: "I believe in senior brothers and them, and they also believe in us."

An ink sword appeared in his hand again, and accompanied by the exciting melody of the piano music behind him, his momentum was rising steadily.

"So if we can't keep you, we will be scolded to death by Fourth Senior Brother."
Chapter completed!