The hall master's pupils, which were leaning on the railing, narrowed unconsciously.
They shouldn't have seen the situation inside the formation when they were outside the formation, but it was as if the formation master had done it intentionally.
The formation appeared in front of everyone as if separated by a layer of crystal ripples.
They also clearly saw the three steps Chen Jinding took.
After three steps.
When the body dies, the path disappears.
"Did you see clearly?"
Shangguanchuan, who was leaning on the railing, hugged his shoulders and looked at the not-tall monk who appeared next to him.
The monk frowned and said in a deep voice: "I didn't see clearly, Fatty Chen's death was strange."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the large formation in the distant sky that enveloped the small world.
This person was the hall master who had been quarreling with Chen Jinding but was still sitting in the cabin.
Now that the seventh master of the Yu family has arrived, how can he sit on top of him?
"But one thing is certain. The Soul-Suppressing Flag that suppresses the formation is indeed the spiritual treasure that disappeared in the City of All Things."
A strange color flashed in Shao Ying's eyes, and then he lowered his voice and said through the message: "Brother Shangguan, haven't you heard of the legend of the weapon spirit treasure?"
Shangguanchuan listened with a calm expression.
Which monk like them has never heard of the legend of the artifact treasure?
It is said that spiritual treasures are related to becoming an immortal.
In his view, that was spreading rumors.
If it was really about becoming an immortal, it would be impossible for the more powerful monks to allow them to hear or even see the artifact treasures.
Later I heard that spiritual treasures can make a practitioner's path go smoothly.
In other words, the practitioner can imitate the spirit of the weapon and follow his own path.
This may be an important part.
However, Shangguanchuan still couldn't be tempted.
The monks who have reached this stage are all monks who have a firm mind and have already walked their own path. Even if the road ahead is death, they have no possibility of retreating, let alone trusting their path to 'death'.
on the object.
Needless to say, the road ahead may not be a dead end.
Who is really sure that his or her path must be right?
The only thing that moved Shangguanchuan was the powerful magical power displayed by this treasure.
It was just that a large formation fell and a powerful God-Transforming Lord was refined on the spot.
If the ghost kings of the ten directions in the killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions are all powerful sages, and with the help of millions of ghosts and evil spirits, as well as a profound military leader, can the venerable god-incarnation be able to fight against the saint?
Shangguan Chuan's eyes flashed.
Even though this treasure only has the best Taoist weapons, it is far from being comparable to ordinary holy weapons.
"The best Taoist soldier."
"Weapon spirit treasure?!"
"That is the legendary spiritual treasure."
"Is it the soul flag that has been rumored so much?"
"good."
"..."
"How lucky this man is!"
The many monks who had gathered early sighed with regret, and envy and jealousy turned into dark clouds.
If they could obtain the weapon spirit treasure, they would already have the foundation to attack the gods like this person, and they might even be more successful than this young man.
"What a powerful weapon this is."
"Even the 'Sun-Eating Toad' of the Jade Gold Gang died easily in the formation."
As more and more monks gathered, even many Jindan Masters had heard the news and came over, just to find out the truth about this grand occasion.
…
"What a treasure!"
Zhu Qianshou praised.
Yu Haofeng, who was standing in front of the building boat, put away the surprise in his eyes.
He thought he could test the strength of the weapon spirit treasure through Chen Jinding, but he didn't expect Chen Jinding to die in the formation so easily.
This formation gave him a vague feeling of danger, as if he would be in trouble if he dared to step into it.
"So powerful?"
Yu Haofeng murmured softly.
The stronger he became, the more regret he saw in Yu Haofeng's eyes.
Weapons can be recast and smelted. Once the weapon spirit treasure is melted, it will cause the weapon spirit to disappear. No monk would do such an act of squandering the essence and wasting natural resources. Even if it is done, it may not be possible to obtain a more powerful treasure.
That is to say.
The best Taoist soldiers naturally limit this weapon spirit.
"well."
"God is so unfair."
"I will give you a mind that is comparable to that of an ordinary person, but I will not give you a body that is strong enough."
Yu Haofeng shook his head slightly.
Based on his experience with weapon spirit treasures, the more powerful and profound the weapon spirit is, the stronger its body will be.
There are deformities like Zunhun Banner, but they are even more regrettable.
Despite this sigh, Yu Haofeng is still very satisfied. He already knows all the origins of Meng Zhi, and he can clearly see the support behind him. Speaking of which, if the background behind Meng Zhi is extremely complicated, Yu Haofeng will be worried. , now it seems that this poor boy got the opportunity to counterattack.
"Second Master, Chen Jinding is dead, and Seventh Master will not let him go."
Zhu Qianshou cupped his hands and said.
"I know Lao Qi's temperament."
Yu Haofeng's eyes moved and looked at the monk in gold and white robes sitting on the high seat in front of the giant ship.
The man's expression was indifferent, and the surprise in his expression only flashed past.
This person is none other than Yu Haoming, the contemporary seventh son of the Yu family, also known as Yu Qiye.
A strange color flashed in Yu Haoming's eyes, and he said lightly: "No wonder he has such strong strength. It turns out that this person has been recognized by the Taoist soldiers of Wanwu City to become the master of the army."
"With the spiritual treasures around him, the origin of his cultivation is completely consistent."
"It's a pity... you should never be so arrogant and domineering."
The cold sound was like the sound of a drum.
It's as plain as the power of God.
The moment he stood up.
Mengzhi only felt that the shop was facing thunder disaster again.
While looking solemn, he shouted angrily with a knife: "Stop talking nonsense, if you have the guts to come and break the formation, I would like to see if you, the seventh son of the Yu family, really have the power to transcend the mass as rumored. The conduct and strength of the candidate."
Huang Hu, who was still in the formation, swallowed hard when he heard Meng Zhi's words.
He quickly said: "Oh, my ancestor, don't provoke him!"
Who is that?
The contemporary seventh son of the Yu family in Guxianlou.
A person who is born on the right path.
He has been a leader among the younger generation since he was a child, and his strength can even be ranked in the top fifty on the Eastern Wasteland Prodigy List.
There is no need to give such a person time and opportunity to grow up, that is, there are people in the Yu family who can compete with him, otherwise this person will be the next leader of the Yu family for sure.
Not to mention that if Huanghu saw this person, even Zhao Wudao would easily die in his hands.
How could such a powerful and proud person allow provocation from a child who had just broken through to the realm of the Venerable?
Huang Hu admitted that Tu Shanjun was powerful, but how much power the weapon spirit treasure could exert depended on the cultivation and Taoism of the soldier master. How much mana was used to kill Chen Jinding just now, Huang Hu could guess even if he didn't know clearly.
Second, it is really not a wise move to rely on the current weak mana to fight this Taoist genius.
But what is a wise move?
Huanghu doesn't know either.
At this point, he has no right to speak at all.
No matter it is Tu Shanjun or the Seventh Master of the Yu family, he is not a match for the other party.
Now he is just glad that he did not run away just now, otherwise it would not be Chen Jinding who died but himself.
Turning his eyes, Huang Hu had a shocking thought in his mind.
Maybe Meng Zhi would benefit from doing this.
Once Meng Zhi is killed by Yu Haoming, the only person closest to the treasure besides Yu Haoming is...himself.
If he were to be in charge of the Sovereign Soul Banner, with his cultivation and powerful magic power in the late stage of becoming a god, as well as the help of many evil gods and ghosts in the banner, he should be able to fight even if he faced a saint.
"A chance to change your destiny!"
The wild fox trembled slightly.
He looked back at Meng Zhi.
Shake his head slightly.
He must not take action to harm Meng Zhi.
Based on his understanding of Tu Shanjun, if he takes action, he will be regarded as an enemy, so there is only one thing he has to do, and that is to quietly... watch.
"You can recognize this formation!"
Meng Zhi did not see the deep meaning in Huanghu's eyes.
He was fully focused now.
His eyes and consciousness were locked on Yu Haoming, who had already stood up.
"Master!"
The black-robed monk who carried the chair for Yu Haoming held his hand.
Also surrendering were the remaining three people.
The four of them were dressed exactly the same, had similar body shapes, and even their voices were very similar.
The four people moved in unison, as if they were one person.
"It's better to let my subordinates take the place of the young master and find out what's going on."
The four people exuded auras of inspiration, and they turned out to be four late-stage sages.
You know, even the masters of the Yujin Gang have varying levels of cultivation, and the monks who just carried Yu Haoming's chair are already at this level.
Yu Haoming raised his palm and said lightly: "If you enter the formation, you will die."
"If you don't take action for a long time, the common man and the wise man will become famous."
"Since the master of the Sixteenth Hall resists arrest, I will personally join the battle to get it."
As he spoke, Yu Haoming took a step forward.
The figure with his palms behind his back has already stepped out of the huge ship in the sky. The infinite pressure is like a rewinding waterfall saturating the sky with smoke and clouds, while his figure is walking step by step.
"Buzz!"
The moment he stepped into the formation, golden white light burst out from his whole body, completely covering his figure.
"step."
"Two steps."
"Three steps."
When Yu Haoming took steps, everyone couldn't help but read out loud.
Their expressions were different, but they all seemed to be expecting something.
And Yu Haoming, who had taken three steps away, heard someone else's call, as if a distant voice came from ancient times, shaking his body and soul.
"Yu Haoming."
"Four steps!"
"Five steps."
"..."
Yu Haoming's expression became calmer and calmer.
His eyes swept across the formation.
Look at your arms.
He really felt the pressure from "heaven and earth".
It was the wind that was everywhere, the fire burning from his Dantian Fahai, and the brewing thunderstorm.
However, his cultivation level is not comparable to that of Chen Jinding.
If he could have been born a hundred years earlier, maybe it would not be Yu Haofeng's eldest brother who would be sitting in the position of patriarch, but him.
"I am not a so-called candidate."
Meng Zhi felt the crazy flow of mana in his body, and the expression on his face changed drastically.
He seems to have overestimated the support of the Soul Banner by his own magic power.
"Broken Master!"
"It's done?"
Huang Hu was surprised and happy, but felt anxious in his heart.
Even a little more disappointed.
He hopes that Yu Haoming can kill Meng Zhi to give him a chance, and he also hopes that Tu Shanjun can kill the talented son of the Yu family.
Now it seems that even Tu Shanjun, a top-notch Taoist weapon spirit who is born divine, is no match for the seventh master of the Yu family.
My mood was complicated for a while, which is not enough for outsiders to understand.