Lan Xinrui, who was restrained, said coldly: "How do we know whether what you said is true or false?"
Xiong Batian pushed her forward suddenly and let her go: "Fellow Daoist Lan, let's take care of the injury first. The ink arrows of Yuchu are poisonous, so it's best to get rid of them as soon as possible."
When the matter reached this point, no one had any intention of fighting anymore. Although Lan Xinrui had a hot temper, she was very practical and stepped aside to heal herself.
Xu Su watched Xiong Batian take out a set of formation flags and said with a half-smile: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Xiong is very proficient in formations. I wonder when he can untie them?"
Xiong Batian glanced at him a little warily, then glanced at Liu Qinghuan who was also walking over. Of these two people, one didn't use all his strength even when fighting him, and the other didn't show off but was unfathomable in strength. In comparison,
Generally speaking, the easiest thing to see clearly is the irritable and irritable Lan Xinrui.
While calculating the position, he said: "It's hard to say. The dismantling of the Zimu Jingxian Formation is very complicated. It will probably take a few hours."
Liu Qinghuan poured spiritual power into his eyes, and could only vaguely feel that there was a restriction in this corner of the cave. He couldn't understand why, so he just stood aside and watched.
The cave became quiet for a while, except for the sound of Xiong Batian playing with the formation flag.
After a while, Xiong Batian arranged a magic circle around the corner of the cave, took out a black wooden compass that looked old and cracked, and typed complicated magic spells on his hand.
The compass emitted several rays of light along with the magic formula, and a cyan light curtain suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall, layer after layer, looking extremely thick.
"Start!" Xiong Batian shouted low, and the outermost magic circle he arranged started up with a "buzz" sound, and fiery red smoke rose up, wrapping the cyan light curtain as if it was being smelted, and the outermost light curtain was visible.
Disintegrating little by little.
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved. This was using formations to break up formations. It was not a very clever formation. It was equivalent to grinding to the death, but the method was more ingenious.
Although he didn't understand the formations, he had a good friend Yun Zheng from a family of formations. He had more contact with them, so he had some understanding of the formations. He secretly glanced at Xiong Batian and the formation he had set up.
He remained calm, but thoughts arose in his heart.
"What formation are you talking about?" Xu Su asked Xiong Batian with sharp eyes.
"This is just a liberation formation designed to break restrictions. Fellow Taoist Xu, don't be nervous."
Xu Su looked at him deeply and said nothing.
It would take a long time for the magic circle to be cracked, so Liu Qinghuan sat down and took out two middle-grade spiritual stones. Except for Xiong Batian who had to operate the magic circle from time to time, the other three people began to restore their spiritual power.
Xiong Batian was a little helpless. He didn't want others to return to full health, so that he could maintain some advantages. But it took time to break up the formation, and he had no choice.
Although the four of them seem to be in peace at the moment, everyone knows that the balance will be broken at any time.
As the mother-child Jingxian array disintegrated layer by layer, the cyan light curtain became thinner and thinner, and only the last few layers remained.
Liu Qinghuan brushed off the fragments of spirit stones that fell from his body, opened his eyes and stood up.
Xu Su and Lan Xinrui were still meditating, while Xiong Batian stood in front of the liberation formation, holding a black wooden compass in his hand. He moved slightly, turned around and saw Liu Qinghuan walking to his side, staring at the formation intently.
Xiong Batian nodded to him: "Fellow Daoist Yun."
"Fellow Daoist Xiong, how long does it take to break the formation?"
Xiong Batian moved his fingers slightly on the compass, and saw that the slightly thin fiery red smoke became thick again: "It's almost there, there's about an hour left."
Liu Qinghuan stood on the other side of the liberation formation, silently looking at the formation.
"Does Fellow Daoist Yun have a sect?" Xiong Batian asked in a leisurely tone.
Liu Qing smiled happily: "I'm just a casual cultivator, I'm not so lucky to join the sect."
"Haha, I think it's better for us to be casual cultivators. We can be free. We don't have to be bound by the sect. We can go wherever we want..."
The two chatted for a while, but Liu Qinghuan was not happy with the conversation, so in the end he just leaned against the cave wall and closed his eyes to rest.
Xiong Batian lowered his head, and his consciousness swept over Xu Su and Lan Xinrui, who had finished their meditation. They were sitting at the other end of the cave, whispering.
The two of them were far away, so there was no need to worry. The trouble was Yun Qing, who was standing next to the magic circle. But Xiong Batian then thought again: the arrow had to be fired when it was on the string, and Yun Qing couldn't stop him!
He raised his head and saw that only the last two layers of the Jingxian Formation were left. A sharp light shot out from his eyes, and two fingers flew on the compass. He saw that the relief formation he had arranged suddenly turned red like flames, and the last two layers were destroyed in an instant.
A layer of cyan light curtain.
Amidst Lan Xinrui's exclamation, Xiong Batian instantly rushed into the magic circle and escaped Xu Su's magic attack.
Xiong Batian laughed and walked through the liberation formation, turned around and fired several spells, and then heard a loud banging outside: "Hahaha, fight with me, you are still a little green!"
Then he turned his head and his smile suddenly froze!
Liu Qinghuan patted the remaining fire-colored smoke on his body and smiled lightly: "Xiong Dao has a friendly plan."
The corners of Xiong Batian's eyes twitched a few times, and he secretly gathered strength: "Fellow Daoist Yun, you are not bad either."
Liu Qinghuan glanced at the magic circle behind him: "I advise fellow Taoist Xiong not to waste energy and time at this time. How long can your magic circle block it?"
Xiong Batian stared at him closely, seeming to be weighing and evaluating whether he could quickly deal with Liu Qinghuan, and finally gave up: "It can only block him for a quarter of an hour at most."
When Liu Qinghuan saw that the other party had put away his power, the bit of gray light held in his palm disappeared in an instant, and he turned to look around.
The two of them were standing in front of a mountain wall, with a closed wooden door standing on the wall.
Xiong Batian stepped forward cautiously, pushed it gently, and the wooden door made a unique creaking sound after being unused for a long time, and slowly opened to both sides.
So easy?
He and Liu Qinghuan looked at each other with doubts.
But when they saw the situation inside the wooden door, the two of them said "Wow" at the same time!
The interior of the mountain peak was originally pitch black, but inside the wooden door it seemed as if a patch of starlight had fallen, with light spots of various colors forming a gorgeous brilliance.
"This is..." Liu Qinghuan's eyes also reflected the flow of light: "Starlight Grass?"
Starlight grass is a very beautiful spiritual grass. If the Wenshi sect's Tianxing Peak disciples see so many starlight grasses here, they will be ecstatic. Tianxing Peak's "Star Book" requires cultivating the power of stars, and starlight grass
It contains extremely weak star power.
However, for other monks, starlight grass is of little use. However, because the grass blades will have their own light in the dark, and will emit a little starlight when mature, many people also like to plant one or two when decorating their caves.
Inside the wooden door is a flowerbed composed of countless starlight grasses, which is endless and cannot be seen at the end. Colorful light spots are floating in the sky, like bright stars. A stone path runs through it and extends deep into the flower garden.
However, Xiong Batian obviously had no interest in admiring it. He looked around and then stepped in.