As soon as the golden water droplets appeared, they exuded a powerful momentum, and then with a wave of the old man's hand, they turned into a long golden river and began to swirl around him.
The long river turned over with extraordinary momentum, and when the Nine Nether Fires flying again collided, they were all knocked away.
The aura of the old man also suddenly increased. He stood on the back of the goat, holding his hands together, and he was wearing a robe without any wind. Then he suddenly spread his hands and pushed out in all directions.
The long golden river on his body also burst out suddenly, turning into twelve thin streams and rushing towards the twelve black-clothed protectors.
"Old guy, the Immortal Refining Formation hasn't been officially launched yet, don't get too happy too early!"
The ghost in the distance could not help but look solemn when he saw the old goat man's impressive momentum. Then he went to the first floor, turned over his hand and took out a waist card, and flew faster on it.
The waistband cracked with a bang, and then an old man in black flew out from inside.
The old man was wearing a ghost-headed robe, holding an altar-like object in his hand.
As soon as the old man appeared, he opened his eyes suddenly, then looked around, and in a flash, he appeared among the twelve black-robed protectors.
The old goat's attack flew away, but the twelve guardians stood there without moving.
When the golden river rushed in front of them, they simultaneously threw the green flames in their hands towards the golden river.
Boom...
The moment the green flame left the twelve guardians, it turned into a sea of fire, and the same wave of fire kept advancing forward.
Because the twelve guardians were standing in a circle, the sea of fire in front of each of them was advancing forward, and soon turned into a huge fireball, trapping all the golden flames in it.
"Immortal Refining Formation..."
At the same time, the old man in black who had just appeared suddenly shouted loudly, and then he threw the altar-like thing in his hand directly.
The altar flew out and suddenly grew in size under everyone's gaze.
Only then did Xiao Yu and the others realize that the altar was a round thing.
The altar looks like a very ancient thing, with many black runes engraved on it. There are twelve long pillars in a circle around it. There are many bones piled in the circle below. In the middle is a two-meter-high stone tablet with the words "Lian Xian" written on it.
Two big red characters.
There were twelve three-dimensional pillars around it. Because the pillars were small before, they didn't notice it, but now that the altar has become larger, so have the pillars.
And there is a sculpture of a ghost on each pillar, with a bull's head and a horse's face, black and white impermanence, and a red Yaksha holding a steel fork in his hand.
The long golden river wrapped in green flames suddenly grew larger and smaller, as if it was staging a life-and-death game.
The old man in black did not look at the green flames. Instead, after the altar grew in size, he suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the stone tablet in the middle of the altar also began to expand.
The stone tablet was originally only one meter in size, but then it became three meters high. It stood tall like a giant, looking around indifferently.
Immediately afterwards, on the big pillars around the altar, as if seeds were planted, many black things grew. The black things were like vines and iron chains, winding together one by one.
When the black thing appeared, the huge stone tablet shook for a while, and then made a thick sound.
"Return to your position..."
With a sound of return, without any pyrotechnic breath, the twelve black-clothed guardians around them jumped into the air directly as if they had heard the order, and then merged into the stone pillars.
There are also the one hundred thousand ghost soldiers, who are like a stack of Arhats, tightly connected one by one. On their shoulders and heads, there are other ghost soldiers standing, and they have turned into a huge VIP wall for a while.
"Haha, let's stand and watch how you play."
Gui Jianchou laughed loudly, then moved his body and disappeared without a trace.
"Don't even think about taking the candle dragon."
The old man Xuanwu left in despair, and he rushed downwards like a violent storm.
But as soon as he flew forward a few hundred meters, he suddenly felt a huge crisis falling from above his head.
The stone tablet in the middle of the altar suddenly trembled, and then a black light poured out, directly covering the old man Xuanwu without him being alert.
At the same time, the black light continued to spread around, approaching Xiao Yu and the others.
"Haha, you should never have chased me here. Your cultivation will be in vain from now on."
Gui Jianchou's joking voice sounded in the canyon below, making Xiao Yu and the others nervous.
The old man Xuanwu has a high level of cultivation and can be sucked into the black light without even realizing it, so wouldn't it mean that people like them are even more dangerous?
The black light enveloped the old man Xuanwu and directly pulled him into the huge altar.
At the same time, the twelve huge stone pillars seemed to come alive, and the bull-headed and horse-faced figures standing on them began to twist.
"No, this Immortal Refining Formation is really insidious. Please save people quickly."
The old man in Panlongling suddenly changed his expression, and then waved his hand, and the whisk in his hand rushed out like a waterfall.
"Save Xuanwu..."
Elder White Tiger no longer hesitated at this time, and with a sway of his body, he rushed forward. At the same time, a huge white tiger shadow condensed above his head, and the huge paws shot directly towards the altar.
Suzaku, Qinglong, Huoyun Danxian, etc. were not idle, and they all attacked the black altar at the same time.
But whenever people's attacks came close, a black light would be reflected from the altar, which would deflect everyone's attacks away.
Xuanwu was standing in the altar at this time. He seemed to be in another space and could not see the situation outside at all.
The ghosts standing on the twelve pillars around them also stared angrily. They each held weapons and looked down at Xuanwu, as if they were judging a ghost who had entered the underworld.
Xuanwu turned around in the altar and then sneered.
"They say that the Immortal Refining Formation is the cemetery of immortals, but I don't believe it. If you have any ability, just use it. You little brats, it's just an illusion. You want to hide it from me?"
Xuanwu sat directly on the ground, then looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth, as if he was asleep.
At the same time, a huge turtle floated out behind him.
As soon as the huge turtle phantom appeared, it retracted its head into its belly and lay there motionless.
"Disciple Xuanwu, look who I am."
Directly in front, there was a sudden twisting, and a Taoist with long eyebrows stepped out with a cane in hand.
The opponent was carrying a black turtle shell and stood above the clouds like a turtle immortal.
When Xuanwu heard the old man's voice, his eyelids trembled, but he still did not open his eyes.
"Everything in the formation is an illusion, and the Immortal Refining Formation is just to break people's desires and the evil fate of immortals.
Master, please tell me that my disciple cannot pay homage."
Xuanwu closed his eyes tightly, as if the four elements were empty. To him, everything around him was like the moon in the mirror and flowers in the water.
The long-browed old man couldn't help but nodded after hearing Xuanwu's words, and then sighed.
"Yes, you are worthy of being my descendant of Xuanwu. Master has gone."
