Chapter nine hundred and forty first magic forbidden formation
"Don't you see, fellow Taoist, that with every additional stroke of this treasure, the requirements for those who control it become more stringent?"
Qin Sang did not get carried away with refining the heavy treasure, and said calmly, "Limited by my cultivation and spiritual consciousness, even if I were given a truly top-grade magic weapon, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to exert much of its power. This type of banner formation magic weapon is even worse, and with
At my level, controlling six or seven poles at the same time is almost the limit. This level of strength is not enough to fight with the Nascent Soul Patriarch! It is still early to fully unleash the power of the Eighteen Demonic Flags."
He had already made careful calculations.
The more magic flags the better, the better. They must be used according to their ability and can be manipulated as desired when fighting opponents, in order to display their true combat power.
Of course, even if you can only control six magic flags at the same time, the power is amazing. It can compete with high-grade magic weapons. It is a treasure that other monks in the alchemy stage dream of.
Bai didn't say much, rested for a while, and returned to the ghost mist again, attracting more dead souls.
Magic flags are formed one after another.
Bai gritted his teeth and worked hard, and finally helped Qin Sang make fifteen magic flags.
'Wow!'
The last demonic flag was driven by Qin Sang's true essence, and the surface of the flag vibrated, making a hunting sound.
Then, Qin Sang pointed his finger.
The previous three ten-direction Yama flags flew out from the sleeve robe, and then fifteen new magic flags flew up together, rotating around them. The prototype of a large array of magic flags could be vaguely seen.
Despite his nature, Qin Sang couldn't help but be a little excited. This might be his most powerful magic weapon for a long time in the future. After having a baby in the future, he would be able to defeat monks of the same level with this magic weapon.
After all, only a very small number of Yuanying Patriarchs are lucky enough to obtain the best magic weapon.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for refining a heavy treasure."
Bai Gong held his hands in congratulations and couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. The prison and obsession that had troubled him for countless years had finally come to an end.
Qin Sang smiled slightly, "Fellow Taoist can now lead me to collect the magic fire. I hope that the loophole in the magic ban mentioned before by fellow Taoist can be exploited and there will be no accidents."
"Don't worry," Bai said very confidently, "I'm thinking about breaking out of the ban all the time. How could something go wrong at this time? Fellow Taoist, follow me..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai let go of a dead soul, and it flickered into the ghost mist.
Qin Sang put away her avatar and phoenix wings, leaving only the two-headed dog beside her, and chased Bai towards the depths of the ghost land. After a while, she saw Bai stop in front.
The location they were at at this time happened to be the place where Bai had hidden Feitian Yaksha.
There had just been a battle here, and most of the surrounding Bone Mountain collapsed, with ravines and ravines everywhere, broken bones everywhere, dead souls floating around, and it was extremely chaotic.
Only then could Qin Sang take a closer look at this place.
His eyes scanned back and forth, but he found nothing unusual. Finally, his eyes fell on the mountain of bones that Bai Po had opened. There must be something else going on under the mountain.
Even Tianmudie can't see the secrets hidden here. It should be because of the magic ban and the transformation formation.
"Disperse!"
Bai shouted loudly, corpse energy surged from his body, and a strange wave erupted.
After the surrounding dead souls were affected, as if they had encountered a nemesis, they screamed in fear and fled in all directions. In an instant, everything around them was empty.
Then Bai flashed down to the unrecognizable mountain of bones, waved his hand and shot out a stream of spiritual light, opening a passage through it, leading directly to the bottom of the skeleton.
Qin Sang ducked to the entrance of the passage, activated his consciousness to look inside, made sure there was no danger, and walked in.
Walking in the passage made of pale bones, Qin Sang's heart palpitated, staring at Bai's back, lost in thought.
I wonder what Bai and his companions went through to end up in such a tragic ending.
In the huge ghost land, there are mountains of bones and countless dead souls. If you were once a cultivator, you would have difficulty imagining the scale of this war.
The seal of the Seven Kills Palace.
The world of cultivating immortals is now in pieces, with storms raging everywhere.
What does it have to do with that war?
It's a pity that Bai lost his memory, otherwise he could have a glimpse of ancient secrets.
Qin Sang sighed unconsciously in his heart and silently followed Bai until he reached the bottom of Bone Mountain. The black ground looked a bit strange. It was a color that had been dried up after being soaked in blood, which was in sharp contrast to the white bones.
There seemed to be nothing on the ground. After Bai waved his hand, a light flashed and a staircase appeared. Below it seemed to be a large cave.
Following Bai into the cave, Qin Sang's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw the scene in the cave.
The cave is quite spacious, but very short. Qin Sang can barely stand up straight.
There is a simple altar in the center of the cave. The stone pillars on the altar are full of traces of time, as if they have been silent for countless years and have decayed together with the bones outside.
Next to the altar was a sarcophagus, with the lid open and nothing inside.
The altar and the sarcophagus are the only things in the crypt.
Qin Sang stared at the altar.
With his attainment in the spiritual formation restraint method, he could not see the role of the altar. He could only guess that the altar might be the center of the formation for converting dead souls.
When Qin Sang's gaze shifted to the sarcophagus, Bai showed a wry smile and said: "This is the place where I sleep. If my fellow Taoist had not accidentally broken in, it would have been my final resting place. At the beginning, my body left this coffin.
Maybe it’s because I have a premonition that I won’t be able to wait until the day I see the light of day again.”
"My fellow Taoist is trapped here and endures endless loneliness, which is beyond the reach of human beings."
Qin Sang sighed.
"When I forget about time, I'll get used to it."
Bai smiled freely, then pointed to the altar, "The first thing fellow Taoist should do is to collect the magic fire in the magic forbidden area around the altar. This is the most critical place, and it is easier to do. Wait until this magic forbidden area is cracked, and then
It will be much easier to go to other places. As long as you break all the magic restrictions in these key locations, and activate the ghost mist and large formations, you can forcefully break through the magic restrictions..."
"etc……"
Qin Sang interrupted Bai, "The moment the ban was broken, the momentum must have been huge. We have nowhere to hide in the ghost land, so we will be affected, right? Where should we hide then, and how can we hide it from the perception of the person outside?
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Bai Xin said: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will give you some guidance before breaking the ban, and use part of the power to directly hit the entrance. In addition, there are actually places here that the aftermath cannot reach. We just need to wait for the impact to weaken and leave immediately.
I will use the remaining power of the ghost mist to help us hide. The person was suddenly hit. Even if he was not seriously injured, he had no time to take care of other things. It was a good time to escape..."
"Fellow Taoist's plan is quite comprehensive! In this case, I also have a treasure that will help. After all, that person is a top expert, so he needs to prepare more concealment methods to feel at ease..."
After Qin Sang listened, he thought for a while and took out a piece of red gauze from the Qianjun Ring. It was the ancient treasure red yuan gauze obtained from the young man named Fang.