Ziyun Palace has complete rules and regulations. Once the warning is issued, the gods on duty will rush over to provide support.
When Ning Yanzhi and Ling Bufei arrived with their people, the square stone pillar was already surrounded by people. Several Avatars were discussing intensely, as if they were arguing about something.
Seeing them coming, the leading elder was overjoyed: "Head Ning, Sect Master Ling, you are finally here."
Ning Yanzhi said with a stern face: "Comrades are trapped in a tight siege, and their lives are in danger every moment. Why don't you rescue us and instead delay time?"
The elder cried out that he was wronged and said: "Master Ning, it's not that we don't want to save him, it's that this trap is too tricky and we don't dare to move!"
Ling Bufei raised his eyebrows: "What's the mystery in it?"
The person who answered was Head Fan. He had already inspected it and looked at the compass with an ugly expression: "This trap is deeply connected with the Demon-Sealing Formation. If we tear it apart easily, it might shake the foundation of the formation... Damn it!
When did it happen? This level of collusion has lasted for at least decades!"
After hearing this, the gods looked at each other. How many decades? So the faceless man has already taken action against the demon-sealing formation? This is the highest secret of the Immortal Alliance. Only a representative from each of the three sects must be present at the same time to have authority.
How did the Faceless Man make changes to the layout of the Demon Sealing Formation? Could it be...
Ning Yanzhi noticed that people's hearts were shaken and spoke promptly: "In the past few decades, the Immortal Alliance has encountered critical situations several times, with heavy casualties and casualties. They must have taken advantage of it - we will leave this for later, saving people is more important."
This makes sense, and the gods have calmed down. What everyone is afraid of is not that the Demon Sect is powerful, but that there are enemies lurking in the Immortal Alliance. Just like the crisis in the Xuanbing Palace decades ago, who would have expected that Qin Xianjun would be
An undercover agent from the Demon Sect? It would be terrible if the three upper sects had spies at the same time!
As he spoke, a rumbling sound came from the stone pillar, the entire mountain shook, and the aura of the demon-sealing formation was even more turbulent, rising and falling.
The disciples had to stop repairs and retreat to a safe area under the organization of the elders.
"Master Fan, you here know the most about the Demon Sealing Formation. According to what you see, what should we do?" Ling Bufei asked.
Head Fan has a headache. The Seven Star Sect has been in bad luck in recent years. In the Battle of Minghe, an elder who was guarding him died, and then another senior, Shou Yuan, passed away. Finally, there are three gods left. He, Elder Zhuo
, and Di Yuming.
Unexpectedly, Di Yuming was attacked by a faceless man again. He lost half his life and could not even get out. Now that Elder Zhuo is trapped inside, he is the only one who can preside over the huge demon-sealing formation.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and resolve this situation in order to preserve the Demon Sealing Formation and for the sake of the Seven Star Sect's orthodoxy.
"No matter what, nothing can happen to the Demon Sealing Formation. The first thing we have to do is to peel off this trap and disconnect it from the formation."
The gods nodded. The demon-sealing formation is related to the stability of Kyushu, and its priority is the highest.
"How to break it?"
"It's not difficult at all, but it's very laborious. Just cut off the connections one by one and fill the gaps in the formation in time - however, everyone knows that the Demon-Sealing Formation is very expensive, and even a small change requires a huge amount of effort.
of spiritual breath."
Ning Yanzhi nodded: "There are so many Avatars here, enough to fill them up. Then what? How to save people?"
"This trap is connected to the spiritual veins of the stone pillars. Breaking it rashly may break the balance of Yinshan's spiritual energy and affect the formation, so it is best to break it from the inside out. After cutting off the connection, I managed to break a hole in it, and then sent
People go in..."
"However, in order to keep the spiritual energy stable, the movement should not be too loud. There should be at most two or three people entering. You must choose well and be strong enough."
Master Fan's formation skills were trustworthy, and each family quickly agreed to the plan.
When selecting people, Yang Xiangtian, who had just arrived, was the first to express his position: "The one trapped in it is my disciple, just let me go!"
Yuan Songqiao responded: "Junior Brother Yang, I am with you."
Ji Xingge hurriedly said: "Uncle Yuan, you and Uncle Yang are our pillars. It would be too risky to fight at the same time, so why don't I go."
How could Yuan Songqiao let her take the risk? He refused and said, "You are not needed for this kind of thing."
"Let me go!" A voice sounded, but it was Huo Chongxiao, "Brother Ying helped me find the sword manual before. Now that he is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?"
As he spoke, he looked at Ning Yanzhi.
Ning Yanzhi's thoughts whirled and he nodded slightly. No one knew what was going on inside. He was worried about just letting the Wuji Sect people go. It would be better to send one person from each side.
In addition to them, there was another old monk who volunteered, and thus the three of them were gathered together.
Saving people is like putting out fires. Under the auspices of Master Fan, the gods who know the formation and their disciples take action together, and the spiritual lights fly out and hit the connecting points.
After a while, the first connection was broken.
There was a "buzz" sound, and there was not much movement at first, but soon the flowing spiritual energy of the demon-sealing formation began to become unbalanced, and countless spiritual energy surged towards the place of collapse.
"Stop it quickly!" Master Fan shouted.
Ning Yanzhi raised his pointer, and the sword light suddenly appeared, turning into a rainbow light and throwing it at the fracture.
Others immediately followed, and many gods took action to fill it up quickly.
Then came the second, the third...
Ling Bufei was anxious: "Can we get in? If we keep dragging it on, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on."
The other party was obviously prepared, so the trap was certainly not simple. Ning Yanzhi had no doubts and said, "Master Fan, what do you think?"
Head Fan agreed: "I will try to break it open, Sect Master Ling, please give me a helping hand."
Ling Bufei said nothing: "Okay."
One after another colorful spiritual light flew out from the compass and landed on the black light group. Ling Bu did not follow his instructions and used his sword. The sword light split up one after another and turned into ninety-nine and eighty-one lines. They fell like thunder.
With just one strike of the sword, a crack appeared on the black light mass. Head Fan was overjoyed: "One more time, two or three times will be enough."
Ling Bufei responded with his sword, the cold light was like lightning, and it split open with one blow.
"Okay, come on!"
Yang Xiangtian transformed into spiritual light and quickly escaped in through the crack. Huo Chongxiao followed closely behind him, and he arrived in an instant with a flash of sword light. Finally, the old monk narrowly missed the edge and entered.
As soon as the three of them entered, Master Fan withdrew his spiritual light and continued to cut off Gou Lian, while the cracks in the black light group slowly closed.
Ling Bufei calmly withdrew his sword light and continued to assist in filling his spiritual energy.
He didn't notice that Ning Yanzhi's gaze lingered on the light of his sword for a moment, and then he quickly looked away.
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The boundary of Huangquan.
Each faceless man stood silently.
Zi Shu turned around and looked at them. After a moment, he said hoarsely: "Did you hear clearly what I just told you?"
Everyone responded in unison.
Zishu nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Let's set off!"
"yes."
The magic light suddenly rose and fell on the huge vortex formed by the water of the Ming River. In an instant, the black water steamed like mist.
One by one, the faceless men entered the black mist and disappeared.
Zi Shu was at the end. He raised his hand and pressed it on the sword at his waist, turning his head to look at where he came from. The night sky in Huangquan was eternal and quiet, condensed with lingering demonic clouds.
He curled his lips, turned around and stepped into the black mist.