On the border of Zhao State, outside Siming Mountain, a ray of light came rushing towards me.
In just a moment, Dunguang had already approached the mountain peak and stopped above a small stream.
The person who came was none other than Liang Yan.
The stream in front of him was no stranger to him. Yun Xuzi took a boat down along this stream and brought Liang Yan into the Siming Mountain Palace.
Simingshan Palace, to be precise, should be the Tomb of Yinglong.
Judging from Liang Yan's current vision and knowledge, he can probably guess that Yinglong's cultivation level back then was probably at or close to the sub-sage.
The formations that such a powerful monk left behind in his tomb are definitely not ordinary formations. The reason why Yun Xuzi and others were able to enter the underground palace back then was entirely due to Yinglong's intention.
Because his purpose is to select a successor for himself, only monks in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage can enter. Once their cultivation reaches Juyuan Realm or above, they will be mercilessly killed by the formation.
After more than two hundred years, Liang Yan revisited his old place and was filled with emotions.
Now looking at the entire Nanchui, the only place that can help me is probably here...
Ying Long is dead, and the formation he left behind has no one to host it, so Liang Yan can just use it for his own use.
There is another key point. The predecessor of Taixu Gourd is Pingling Xiaojiu, and Xiaojiu is the core of the entire formation. With Taixu Gourd in hand, Liang Yan has the key to control the formation and can exert this ability.
The full power of the seat formation method.
Thinking of this, Liang Yan patted the Taixu gourd on his waist.
With a flash of white light, a pink boy wearing a bellyband emerged from the gourd and sat on Liang Yan's shoulders.
"Xiao Jiu, you didn't expect that we are back here again. Do you miss this place after being out for so long?" Liang Yan laughed softly.
Xiaojiu sat on his shoulder, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, looking confused and not looking too concerned.
"It seems that the little guy has no feelings for this place..."
Liang Yan burst into laughter and said, "I need to use the big formation here, can you help me?"
This time, Xiaojiu nodded.
He jumped down from Liang Yan's shoulders, his pink hands stretched straight forward, and a strange white light emitted from his eyes.
Soon, the stream stopped flowing, and a crack appeared in the middle. The crack split to both sides, revealing an anonymous tomb.
Liang Yan is completely different now than he was back then. He knows that the creek is just a cover-up outside the tomb, and that the "Misfortune Gate" at the entrance of the tomb is just a checkpoint to test the talent of those who enter the formation.
The truly powerful formation exists in the tomb.
This formation is the Taoist Five Elements Formation. Although the origin is unknown, the formation is definitely powerful because it is the only barrier Yinglong uses to protect his tomb.
Now, Liang Yan will use this formation to design an ambush for Master Xuanzhen.
Xiao Jiu was connected with him, and of course she knew what he was thinking. At this time, he kept casting spells in mid-air, and soon got a sense of the formation.
It transmitted this feeling to Liang Yan's consciousness. Through the mental connection between the two, Liang Yan quickly took control of the formation.
"well done!"
Liang Yan praised him, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Xiao Jiu looked very happy when he received his praise. She turned around and threw herself into his arms, her eyes turning into crescent moons as she smiled.
"Thank you for your hard work this time."
Liang Yan touched Xiaojiu's head and asked him to return to the Taixu Gourd.
After Xiaojiu's spell casting, Liang Yan was now able to initially control the formation in Yinglong's Tomb, but he still needed some time to study it before he could maximize the power of the formation.
However, he was not in a hurry. At this moment, he pinched the magic formula and a green sword light flew out from the Taixu Gourd and slashed halfway up the Siming Mountain.
Rumble!
After a loud noise, the towering mountain in front of him was cut off by his sword!
The part left on the ground is half of the bare mountain base, and most of Siming Mountain is floating in the air!
Liang Yan made another magic trick, and a white light shot out from the Taixu gourd, sucking most of Siming Mountain into it, and soon it was contained in the gourd.
The reason why he did this was because he did not want to set the venue of the battle in Nanchui.
In the battle between two Transformation Tribulation Realm monks, if both sides have no reservations, most of Nanchui will be destroyed. At that time, all living beings will be devastated, and the entire cultivation world of Nanchui will be destroyed.
Sects like Yungang Sect and Yixing Pavilion are naturally unavoidable.
In order not to bring disaster to his sect, Liang Yan decided to take the formation with him, leave Nanchui, and go to other places in the Sea of Souls to fight Master Xuanzhen.
But he didn't take the whole Siming Mountain away.
Because he knew that there was a seal underneath Siming Mountain, which was used to suppress things in the underworld.
If the seal is broken, it will be a devastating disaster for Luohunhai.
Therefore, Liang Yan only took away the formation from Yinglong's tomb, but did not touch the foundation below.
After thinking for a moment, he sat cross-legged on the same spot and continued to play various magic formulas in his hands. He spent half a day setting up a barrier and blindfold on the bare mountains.
Although this barrier is not as powerful as Yinglong's formation, it is still enough to prevent monks below the Transformation Realm from entering. As for the blindfold outside, it is to prevent someone from accidentally entering the barrier and eventually being trapped and dead inside.
After arranging everything, Liang Yan slowly stood up.
"It's almost time... In a few days, Master Xuanzhen should also notice something is wrong. I have to leave Nanchui quickly."
Thinking of this, Liang Yan did not hesitate. With a pinch of the magic formula in his hand, it turned into light and soared into the sky, flying towards Nanchui Island...
.............
Three days later, on Pengdao, in the Star-catching Tower.
An old man wearing a seven-star Taoist robe with white beard and hair suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from trance.
"its not right......."
The old man seemed to feel something and frowned.
The next moment, he stretched out his right hand, pinched his fingers, and began to calculate quickly.
".........The sixth line of the Gen hexagram, the door to life is closed, how could it be like this?!"
There was a look of disbelief on the old man's face, and he calculated again with his right hand, but after a moment, the hexagrams he got were still exactly the same.
"It's really strange! Why do Yun'er and Shuang'er's predictions indicate that the door to life is closed and the only way to death is death? Is there anyone else who can threaten them in a place like the Sea of Lost Souls?"
As the old man spoke, he stood up from the futon and paced back and forth in the room, looking a little impatient.
But after a moment, he calmed down.
"No, there must be something fishy about this matter. It seems that someone from the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities has come to the Sea of Souls. Could it be..."
As if he thought of something, the old man's eyes suddenly shrank.
"I acted so covertly in the Sea of Lost Souls. Could it be that the news has leaked out?"
This guess made the old man's face gradually darken.
As the ancestor of Huajie, the reason why he traveled thousands of miles to come to this remote soul-losing sea area was to collect soul stones in the sea.
No one knows that although this small soul stone looks ordinary, it hides a secret. In order to cover up this secret, Qixing City specially let Prince Feng, an idle man, take charge of the overall situation.
The qualifications of the crown prince are not high, and his determination to follow the Tao is not firm, but he is cruel, murderous, and fond of women. This is something everyone knows.
In Antarctic Fairy Continent, due to various forces, Prince Feng did not dare to be too ostentatious.
It is for this reason that it seems very reasonable for him to go to the Sea of Lost Souls to show his power. No one would doubt the true purpose of Seven Star City. They just thought that this useless prince wanted to come to a remote place.
Enjoy.
After decades of mining soul stones in the Sea of Lost Souls, old Taoist priests rarely show up, and almost all of them are crown princes presiding over the overall situation. Moreover, the surface mission of the Tiandao Alliance is only to mine the cultivation resources of each island.
Only those Zhenjun Tongxuan who surrendered to the Tiandao Alliance knew that the real purpose of the Tiandao Alliance was actually a strange stone in the Sea of Lost Souls.
The whole plan seemed seamless, but the old Taoist priest also understood that there is no airtight wall in this world.
The Tiandao Alliance has been mining soul stones here for decades. Although there has been no disturbance, over time, problems will inevitably arise.
Now, the problem arises.
"Yooner went to the south. There are two unnamed islands there. Could it be that something happened on one of the islands?"
The old Taoist priest clasped his hands behind his back, stood still under the Eight Diagrams diagram, and muttered: "Those who can capture Shuang'er and Yun'er must at least have the cultivation level of the Tribulation Realm. There should be no such monks in the Sea of Fallen Souls. Could it be that they are Wushuang?"
City, Baiyu City, what news did they get and did they send people over to investigate?"
"No, no... Now that the two cities have too much time to take care of themselves, the possibility of sending someone here is extremely low... Then who is this person? What is his purpose?
Woolen cloth?"
The old Taoist priest thought of this and began to calculate without giving up, but no matter how he calculated, the hexagrams were always chaotic, as if the person who captured Situ Yun did not exist at all!
"Weird thing!"
The old Taoist priest frowned slightly. He had always been confident in his calculation skills, but today's hexagram made him feel extremely strange!
While I was thinking about it, a wind chime suddenly sounded outside the attic.
The old Taoist priest's expression changed, he put away his magical powers, and walked out of the attic with his hands behind his back.
I saw an octagonal bell hanging on the eaves outside the attic. Normally, no matter how strong the wind or rain, the bell would always hang motionless. But this time there was no wind or rain, the bell started to shake on its own.
The old Taoist priest raised his hand and cast a spell, and the bell fell down and hung motionless in front of him.
He observed carefully for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said: "This is coming for me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light broke through the sky in the distance.
The Star-Zhaing Moon Pavilion has an extremely special status on Pengdao. Even the Supreme Elders of the Nine Great Sects cannot come within a thousand miles of this pavilion.
At the beginning, there were some monks who didn't know the heights of the world. They felt that their cultivation was profound and wanted to sneak into this place to find out. But in the end, these people were killed ruthlessly by Situ Yun and Leng Shuang.
Over time, all the nine great sects have reached a tacit understanding and will no longer approach this area.
But today, someone broke this rule.
Looking at the escape light in the distance, the old Taoist priest frowned slightly, but did not stop him, but allowed the other party to intrude into his territory.
After a while, Dun Guang arrived at the Star-Zhaing Moon Tower and landed in front of the old Taoist priest. He was a bald man seven feet tall with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
It is strange to say that this person obviously only has the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm, but when facing the old Taoist priest, he did not show any fear. He just cupped his hands casually and said: "I'm Luo Tianxiang, I have met Master Xuanzhen!"
"Luo Tianxiang......"
Master Xuanzhen narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Since you recognize me, how dare you be so presumptuous?"
As he spoke, a coercion of the Transformation Realm emanated from him. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the originally clear sky became completely black, as if the entire sky was hanging down, pressing on Luo Tianxiang's head.
Under this strong pressure, Luo Tianxiang's face turned red and his breathing became rapid.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but his voice was blocked in his throat and he couldn't spit out even a single word.
However, even though he was in a sorry state, Master Xuanzhen still showed a look of surprise.
Because in his opinion, Luo Tianxiang is just a monk at the Golden Core Realm. Under the pressure of his Transformation Tribulation Realm, he should not be able to stay awake. However, instead of fainting, the other party even fainted.
He was standing in front of him fine, but his face was a little ugly.
"It seems you are well prepared..."
Master Xuanzhen suddenly withdrew his pressure, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the surroundings returned to normal.
Luo Tianxiang's complexion gradually improved. He smiled when he heard this and said, "I had a 'Qingling Pill' in my mouth before I came here. Even in the face of Your Majesty's pressure, Luo will not faint."
"With your level of cultivation, it is impossible to obtain the 'Qingling Pill'. Tell me, who is behind the scenes?" Master Xuanzhen asked coldly.
"Why should Taoist Master be so impatient? I'm just a messenger. You'll know after reading this."
After Luo Tianxiang said this, he raised his hand and a letter flew out of his sleeve and landed in front of Master Xuanzhen.
Master Xuanzhen did not let the letter get closer. Instead, he spread it out from a distance and spread it out with spiritual power. Soon he saw the content of the letter, which contained only one short sentence:
"Prince Feng, Situ Yun and Leng Shuang are all in my hands. If you want to save people, follow the messenger and come to me."
This brief sentence made Master Xuanzhen's face become extremely gloomy.
"My two disciples were indeed killed... Was it the fault of the person behind you?" Master Xuanzhen stared at Luo Tianxiang with a cold tone.
"Why do you ask so many questions, Taoist Master? Just follow me." Luo Tianxiang showed no weakness and was not suppressed by the opponent's momentum at all.
"How presumptuous! Do you know who you are talking to?"
Master Xuanzhen shouted: "With just one thought, I can destroy both your body and soul! Aren't you afraid of death?"
"fear death?"
Luo Tianxiang raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "For Luo, what's the fear of death? But you have to think clearly. I have that person's restriction in my body. As soon as I die, there will be someone on his side immediately.
I feel that when the time comes, your two apprentices and the crown prince will have to be buried with me!"
He was tit for tat with Master Xuanzhen, and his momentum was not weak at all.
"You guys are really brave..." Master Xuanzhen narrowed his eyes.
