On the Nameless Stone Mountain, after a lot of work by the Gong family monks, a total of four formations were set up.
Although the remaining three are far from Luo Hong's Four Symbols Chaotic Sky Formation, they are enough to significantly reduce the strength of the enemies caught in them.
If they rely on their numerical advantage, it will definitely be very difficult for the Fang family to kill them.
Therefore, as soon as these four formations were set up, everyone in the Gong family couldn't help but feel at ease.
At this time, the signal bomb had been sent, and Gong Peiwu and others sat down on the spot, restored their magic power, and waited for the arrival of reinforcements or the Fang family.
After several hours passed like this, a figure finally appeared on the horizon.
Gong Peiwu's eyes glowed with a faint aura, and he used his spiritual eyes to look around, and immediately recognized the mature male cultivator flying in the front.
Great, it’s the Ning family’s team!
Huh? No, why do they look so panicked?
Before even raising the corner of his mouth, Gong Peiwu noticed something strange. He looked behind the Ning family and saw Fang Beichen and others chasing them with all their strength!
"Brother Peiwu, what's going on? Why are there so few people left in the Ning family? Didn't they make peace with the Ma family?"
Gong Yanhua felt cold in her heart as she thought of a fact that she didn't want to believe.
"There aren't many people in the Fang family. I guess they have already had a fierce battle with the Ningma family, so we still have a chance.
No matter what, let’s go to the Ning family first, we can’t let them be chased to death by the Fang family!”
Gong Yanwen looked solemn and said, at a time when his life was at stake, he had no chance.
When everyone saw that there were only eight monks from the Fang family, they suddenly became more courageous. They all responded to Gong Yanwen's suggestion and flew forward to meet him.
Faced with the attack of the Gong family monks, Fang Beichen decisively gave up the pursuit. After all, they fled with all their strength and lost a lot of mana. They would suffer too much if they reluctantly fought.
The Gong family had already decided on a defensive strategy and would not change it easily. After all, they had just used a formation ambush to annihilate the Song family, and now they were afraid that they would fall victim to the same trick, so they did not pursue the eight members of the Fang family.
After returning to Shishan, before the mature male cultivators and the others could take a breath, Gong Peiwu hurriedly asked them what they knew.
When the Ma family was destroyed and only the six of them were left in the Ning family, everyone's hearts could not help but sink.
I thought this was the worst news, but soon everyone in the Ning family said that it was only half of the Fang family that caused such a tragic result.
Those mysterious black-robed monks never appeared from the beginning to the end.
After hearing this news, everyone in the Gong family couldn't help but feel uneasy and doubted whether they could survive until the last day.
Gong Peiwu originally wanted to invite Luo Hong to discuss countermeasures, but he refused on the grounds of strengthening the formation.
The reason why Luo Hong did this was because he had no free time now to act with a group of Qi Refining Stage monks.
"Senior Brother Xiang, I haven't seen you for many years, why have you become so young?"
While lowering his head and fiddling with the formation disk, Luo Hong secretly transmitted a message to the young man Xiang Zhili.
"Haha, Xiang also wants to ask Junior Brother Luo why more than two hundred years have passed, but your appearance has not changed at all?"
The young man Xiang Zhili seemed to be honestly applying medicine to the seriously injured monk of the Ning family, but he was secretly transmitting messages.
"Actually, I don't need to tell you, Senior Brother Xiang, Luo can also guess that you did not hesitate to pretend to be a Qi Refining disciple and sneak into the Yellow Maple Valley just for the secret treasure in the Bloody Forbidden Land, right?"
Luo Hong knew that even if he was a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, he could not let Xiang Zhili, who was at the peak of the early stage of divine transformation, look directly at him, at least not until they fought again.
Therefore, if he wants to be qualified to talk to him, he has to come up with something that the other party is interested in.
"Huh? You went in?"
The central stone tower in the Bloody Forbidden Land is the residence of the Lord of the Forbidden Land, who was a god-transformation monk from ancient times.
During the bloody trial with Han Li and Luo Hong, Xiang Zhili tried to force his way into the stone tower, but in the end he came back in embarrassment and did not get what he wanted.
Therefore, when he heard Luo Hong mention this matter, he immediately became energetic and couldn't help but wonder whether the other party had the opportunity in the stone tower to cultivate to the late stage of Nascent Soul in such a short period of time.
"Luo Mou did not go in, but a friend of Luo Mou was lucky enough to get the prohibition token of the central stone tower, so he was able to enter and gained quite a lot.
Senior Brother Xiang, don’t you have anything you want to ask?”
It was Nangong Wan who got this opportunity, so it was naturally impossible for Luo Hong to reveal her identity.
"Haha, Xiang just came to check it out occasionally, and he wouldn't force it if he didn't have a chance.
Junior Brother Luo, please tell me what the purpose of coming here is. It will not be easy to hang out with a group of Qi Refining Stage monks."
Xiang Zhili's eyes flickered twice, suppressing his urge to ask, and changed the topic.
Are you finally willing to talk about this matter? It seems that my goal has been achieved.
Luo Hong smiled secretly, but he didn't deliberately make anything up, and said truthfully:
"Luo just couldn't bear the disciple's request to help her protect an important person.
Of course, there is also a reason why he is curious about the Bloodweeping Ancestor's deliberate plot against a group of low-level monks.
Luo currently knows very little about the secrets in the Wuyuan Mountains, could you please give me some advice?"
"I see, Junior Brother Luo, you are really unlucky. As far as Xiang knows, an ancient demon has been sealed here.
If it gets out of trouble, you and I will inevitably become its target for blood food."
Xiang Zhili would not believe Luo Hong directly, so he did not tell the story about the vampire mother.
"Oh? It turns out that even senior brother Xiang didn't know, so Luo was a little surprised. Could it be that those monks from the Fang family could escape from senior brother Xiang's soul-locking technique?"
Luo Hong didn't believe Xiang Zhili's words at all. There were few things that happened in the Jin Dynasty that could not be hidden from local gods like them.
"Junior Brother Luo, don't underestimate the Blood-Crying Ancestor. Although his cultivation level is one level behind ours, the magical powers and secrets of the blood path are quite powerful and strange, and he is not an easy person to deal with.
Xiang Mou has already investigated before and found that those Fang family monks have powerful blood bans on their souls.
This prohibition not only makes it easier for these juniors to practice the blood path skills, and the blood path magical powers they can use are stronger, but also protects their souls, and the slightest external blessing will destroy their souls. Not even Xiang.
No way at all."
What Xiang Zhili said was true, otherwise how could he let go of such an opportunity to obtain information.
Luo Hong was stunned when he heard this. His mind had just been focused on Xiang Zhili, but he did not pay attention to Fang Beichen and others. At this time, when he looked with his spiritual sense, he realized that there was indeed something different in their souls.
If he were in the outside world, Luo Hong might still be able to break these blood restrictions, but in the Black Wind Breathing Formation, his consciousness was too suppressed, so he was unable to perform such delicate operations.