The two enemies faced each other, fighting for their momentum. Under the calm expression of Yu Heng, the old Taoist, Xu Zongheng had run out of energy and lost all his initial momentum.
As soon as the momentum dissipated, Xu Zongheng collapsed. He couldn't hold back a breath, as if he had received a huge impact, and his whole body was bombarded by Yu Heng's power and flew several hundred meters upside down.
"It's over, the Xu family has no chance at all!"
Someone shouted loudly. When the battle was at its fiercest, no one watching the battle even blinked. Now the winner would be decided, and many people finally let out a sigh of relief.
Old Taoist Yuheng won, and he won so easily. Xu Zongheng only caused him a little trouble.
"Third uncle!"
Xu Zongheng's nephews all knelt on the ground. Looking at the bodies of the Xu family on the ground and Xu Zongheng's body still in the air, their hearts were filled with sadness and they could no longer feel any resistance.
Old Taoist Yu Heng's face was as cold as ice. He looked at Xu Zongheng's body flying upside down. With a turn of his hand, Xu Zongheng's body actually stopped flying upside down and flew towards Old Taoist Yu Heng again!
'Bang...'
Xu Zongheng's body was grabbed by Old Taoist Yu Heng, and the shock caused all his bones to fall apart.
"You...why don't you kill me?"
Xu Zongheng only had one breath left, but his soul was still struggling to support him. This body had long since become a mummy.
"You must still have illusions that your ancestor Xu Donglai can avenge you. I can't let you die. I have to let Xu Dong come and see. The most outstanding talent of your Xu family will be worse than dead in my hands. He is
As an ancestor, don’t you feel a little guilty?”
As Yuheng said, he waved his hand and threw Xu Zongheng's body into the city lord's palace. Then he stretched out his hand and sucked Xu Zongheng's soul out of his body and shook it.
"Xu Donglai, why don't you come out?"
Old Taoist Yu Heng gently kneaded Xu Zongheng's soul.
"Ah... Old Taoist, if you want to kill or chop you, please be smart and give me a good time. What's the point of torturing my soul?"
Xu Zongheng shouted through gritted teeth.
"Really? It's really not a big deal."
Yu Heng, the old Taoist, said bloody: "Winning king and losing bandit, you can stand alone when Xu Donglai seizes the position of city lord, how can I not take more care of you?"
Then Old Taoist Yu Heng raised his hand, and the formation covering the city lord's mansion automatically separated into two, revealing a path.
"I set up this formation, and only I can walk this path!"
As Old Taoist Yu Heng said, he stepped into the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion. With a wave of his sleeves, the thousands of remaining family members in the courtyard had no time to react before they all turned into a ball of blood mist.
These low-level monks are like ants in front of the powerful God King.
"What's the matter? I've already done this, but your ancestor still doesn't dare to come out to see me, so I'll just say he's not particular about it, right? With such an ancestor, it's really an embarrassment to the younger generations like you!"
Old Taoist Yu Heng teased Xu Zongheng.
"When our ancestor comes out of seclusion, it will be the day you die."
Xu Zongheng said angrily.
"Forget it, I don't have time to wait for him to retreat."
As Old Taoist Yu Heng said, he spoke to Qin Lang in mid-air: "Fellow Daoist Qin, it seems I have to trouble you. There is a formation in the city lord's palace that even I can't break."
Qin Lang's expression was indifferent, he stepped down and took a look at the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion. The door of the main hall had not been opened. The entire hall was shrouded in a layer of misty smoke. There was also a vigorous spiritual energy in the room.
is spreading.
This kind of spiritual energy is very pure, but it is difficult for everyone present to detect it, except for Old Taoist Yu Heng and Qin Lang.
Because this spiritual energy is actually some breath that overflows from the spiritual veins, it is not suitable for monks below the divine king to practice, and they do not have the perceptual ability to identify this spiritual energy.
The special thing about Qin Lang is that he can take various breaths anytime and anywhere to supplement the divine power in his body.
Even if it is the spiritual energy cultivated by the Divine Lord, he can still use it, and it will not be less than what the ordinary Divine Lord can absorb.
"This is a death formation! In order to protect this energy, you really spent a lot of money!"
Qin Lang glanced at the once gray smoke. It was the last formation set up by Yu Heng. It was a death formation.
Old Taoist Yu Heng glanced at Qin Lang sheepishly: "Old Taoist, I'm used to being frugal, and I'm afraid that it will be stolen by others. I didn't expect that I actually met a house thief!"
Master Jicheng followed Qin Lang into the city lord's mansion. He was stunned when he heard Qin Lang's words. He studied the formation carefully, but found that he was at a loss.
He had looked at this small death formation before, but he had never studied it seriously. The situation outside was complicated, and Master Ji Cheng had been running between the various formations, and he had no time to study this death formation.
But there is one thing Master Jicheng is very self-aware of, that is, he cannot break this formation at all.
"The meaning of the Death Formation is not that those who enter will definitely die. The Death Formation also has its tricks. As the saying goes, there will be a life of escape from death. No matter how perfect the Death Formation is, there must be places that it considers safe.
Qin Lang said while looking at Master Jicheng: "Go and break it!"
After hearing Qin Lang's words, Master Jicheng suddenly became excited, pointed at his nose and said: "Me?"
"That's right, it's you."
Qin Lang shrugged.
"This... Mr. Qin, I, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in this moment!"
Master Jicheng said with some hesitation. He knew his strength well. If he rushed in rashly, he would probably blow the light and pull out the wax.
That's a death formation!
In Qin Lang's words, he survived a narrow escape! Even though he is a formation master, he doesn't dare to mess around!
Qin Lang glanced at Master Jicheng with contempt: "Look at you, you're a loser. How can you be afraid of death when studying formations? Besides, I asked you to go, and I didn't say I wouldn't give you some advice!"
"Point, point?"
Master Jicheng's stomach was almost filled with regret, and he thought to himself, are you going to tell me how to die?
"Listen to me!"
Qin Lang waved Master Jicheng over and whispered a few words in his ear.
Master Jicheng looked at Qin Lang suspiciously: "Really?"
"Is it interesting for me to lie to you? For someone like you, I can strangle a bunch of people with my hands. Do you think you have any use value, or do you think I need you to try the power of this death array?"
Qin Lang looked at Master Jicheng with disdain.
Master Jicheng smiled sarcastically and hurriedly walked towards the back of the city lord's mansion.
Everyone was curious, didn't they agree to break the formation? Why did they end up behind the city lord's palace?
He walked to the back of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, counting with his hands, one, two, three, and then glanced at Qin Lang, as if he was hesitating about something, and also seemed to be waiting for something.
The old god Qin Lang stood there and stretched out a finger.
Master Jicheng suddenly became nervous and stretched out a finger.
Then Qin Lang stretched out the second stick, and Master Jicheng had no choice but to stretch out the second stick.
Then Qin Lang stretched it up and down with two fingers, shaped like a compass, and drew an angle.
Master Jicheng quickly followed Qin Lang's example and drew an angle on the wall.
What Qin Lang didn't see at a glance was that after Master Jicheng drew a circle at this angle, he suddenly retracted his fingers and turned into a fist, and smashed the drawn circle!
'Bang...'
A miracle happened. Master Jicheng punched him, and there was a karala sound in the city lord's palace, as if something had stopped running.
"Old Taoist, you are so immoral in setting up this death formation. You actually set up four formation eyes, and they are also moving. No wonder you said you can't break them. There is no pattern in the movement of these formation eyes. If there is any difference,
, Ji Cheng is probably kneeling inside!"
Qin Lang said to Yuheng Taoist half-jokingly.
Master Jicheng almost vomited blood after listening to Qin Lang's words. He felt that he had just brushed against death once, and such an experience would happen three times.
Just that moment ago, Master Jicheng was already sweating profusely. He has to do it three more times. This is not for learning formations. This is for risking his life, okay?
However, Master Jicheng still helplessly followed Qin Lang's gestures to find the formation's eyes, and did not dare to move with Qin Lang's movements without any hesitation, for fear that if he did not pay attention, his life would be on this death formation!
"Okay, you don't have to break the formation, I'm coming out!"
Seeing that Master Jicheng was about to break the death formation, a desolate voice sounded in the city lord's mansion. (To be continued)