Taoist Qingyang stared at the Dharma plate in his hand, and saw that the aura of the green arrow on it was unusually strong, and he looked happy.
"A reaction of this level is probably caused by two top-quality spiritual stones. Junior Brother Feng, immediately open the Hunyuan Sky-breaking Formation."
"Yes, senior brother."
The man behind him, who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, suppressed his excitement, took out a light cyan magic disk, and fired several spells into it. Stunning white beams of light suddenly erupted from more than a dozen directions in the Chixia Mountain.
Deep in the earth's veins, streams of extremely pure spiritual energy erupted from these places. The hazy white mist in the mountains suddenly condensed and turned into countless finger-thin white threads, densely distributed throughout the mountains.
At the same time, in the low and empty sky, the figures of many immortal cultivators suddenly appeared. These people were divided into three waves, with two or three people in each wave. They were extremely surprised that they appeared.
"No, this is Taixuanzong's trap."
These people reacted quickly, with mana surging from their bodies, and fled away from Chixia Mountain.
But the mist that turned into white threads around them was like countless ropes, wrapping around them layer by layer. The spiritual power on the escape light was unable to break them, and the speed was greatly reduced.
At this time, several figures shot out from the distant mountain peaks. There was a strange blue-white aura outside the light, and there was no obstruction from the surrounding mist threads.
"No, it's Old Taoist Qingyang who is leading the team."
"One great monk, two mid-stage Nascent Souls, and three early-stage Nascent Souls. Why did Taixuan Sect dispatch so many people?"
"What kind of magic circle is this? It's so difficult to deal with!"
These three waves of cultivators looked anxious, and they used magic weapons and various spells to attack the white threads. I don’t know what magical powers these things have. They are extremely tough. Only the attacks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul can cut faster. The escape speed can still be improved.
Can't get up.
Although the situation is critical, these people have no intention of joining forces. They are not on the same side. Even if they intend to join forces, they will only be able to support themselves for a while under the home ground of Taixuanzong's formation. However, if they escape separately, the chance of escape will be greatly reduced.
Much bigger.
Seeing the reactions of these people, Taoist Qingyang sneered and twitched his lips twice. The five people behind him were divided into two teams, each team was led by a mid-stage Nascent Soul and flew in two directions.
Taoist Qingyang, on the other hand, evaded the light and flew toward the group of two men and one woman.
The faces of the three people changed drastically, and they immediately gave up attacking the white silk thread, and joined the escape light together. A three-color spiritual light shot into the sky, and their speed increased greatly for a while.
But as they hit more and more white threads, their speed gradually slowed down.
"Damn it, this formation absorbs some of the vitality of heaven and earth. I'm afraid only the great monk's cultivation will not be affected."
"Second sister, third brother, we are still five miles away from the five-mile formation boundary. We have to fight and retreat. Qingyang Old Taoist alone will not be able to defeat us in a short time."
"Okay, big brother."
The formation of these three people changed, one large and one small. Two exquisite blue shields appeared outside the body. The two were quickly embedded together. The thick shield used the shield as the core to wrap up the several people.
The middle-aged man with the highest cultivation level took out a jade talisman in his hand, which turned into a blurry yellow mountain phantom, shrouded outside the shield, and filled the air with an extremely thick aura.
Then he took out a pair of light yellow daggers, and while leading the three of them to escape from the mountain, he bombarded the obstructing white threads.
After a while, Taoist Qingyang arrived not far away. When he saw this scene, a mocking smile appeared on his lips. He moved the magic weapon in his hand and the green gourd on his waist fell into his hand.
His surging magic power at the level of a great monk surged out. One after another magic spells hit the gourd. The small opening on it opened. The surrounding heaven and earth energy seemed to be attracted by something. Countless layers of light cyan halo gathered from all directions.
Pour into the gourd's mouth.
There seemed to be a breath of spring in the nearby air, which made people feel intoxicated. The expressions of the three Nascent Soul monks were confused for a moment. They felt the nourishment of all things and the idea of endless life.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a look of horror: "The manifestation of vitality and the power of will, this is an imitation spiritual treasure. The second sister and the third brother must gather their minds and resist with all their strength!"
The other two people were awakened by the sound containing mana. When they heard the words "imitation spirit treasure", their expressions changed greatly, and their mana rushed towards the blue shields in front of them, one large and one small.
The middle-aged man didn't care about bombarding the white threads around him, put away the short sword magic weapon, and a dark yellow bracelet appeared in his hand. As his spiritual power surged, it turned into a size of about ten feet and surrounded the three of them.
"Hmph, the three brothers and sisters Fuling actually dare to snatch food from a tiger's mouth. I will use your death to scare Xiaoxiao today!"
Taoist Qingyang closed his hand, and a bright spiritual light burst out from the gourd mouth, shooting out a green sword energy.
At the same time, the idea of nourishing all things in the air became stronger. The cyan sword energy quickly merged with the surrounding white threads, and its appearance gradually solidified, looking like a short sword composed of mysterious runes.
The middle-aged man felt the suffocating pressure, and the look of fear in his eyes became even worse. He gritted his teeth and overdrawn the power of Nascent Soul. His momentum increased greatly.
The dark yellow bracelet outside the body became darker and darker, and a new layer of defensive aura emerged.
"boom……"
The dagger-like sword energy directly hit the bracelets in front of the three of them.
The middle-aged man felt an unmatched and sharp sword energy impacting him. The sword energy inside seemed to be continuous and endless, and it seemed that there were dozens of rounds of bombardment in an instant.
In just one breath, the bracelet let out a wailing sound, and the spiritual light dispersed and was blown away. The sword energy only dimmed a little, but the mysterious runes on it were still clear.
The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, showing a look of disbelief.
"Sword Qi at the transformation level of Yuan Qi, this is impossible. Tai Xuan Zong only has one Hunyuan Sword, how can there be a second heaven-reaching spiritual treasure!"
As he screamed in despair, the sword energy exploded directly, erupting into a dazzling blue ball of light. There seemed to be countless sword energy stirring crazily inside, and the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth energy rose into the sky, layer by layer.
Waves of spiritual energy surged in all directions.
In a moment, the three Nascent Soul stage monks were blown into dust, and the Nascent Souls were all wiped out by the endless power of sword energy.
Taoist Qingyang held the green gourd with one hand and said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Ignorant guy, Chixia Mountain is within the domain of Uncle Master, and the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth contains the power of his old man's will."
"As long as there is a ray of true energy from my uncle to help, even the imitation spirit treasure can exert the power of the heaven-reaching spirit treasure."
After sensing this terrifying energy fluctuation, the Nascent Soul monks in the distance were all frightened out of their wits. They used various means to flee frantically.
However, due to the power of the formation and the restraint of Taixuanzong monks, his escape speed was extremely slow.
Taoist Qingyang waved his sleeves, put away the scattered magic weapons and storage bracelets in front of him, and looked coldly at the panicked immortal cultivators in the distance.
Just as he was about to fly away, his expression suddenly changed and he turned his head to look in another direction.
On a rock three miles away, at some point, a vague silver figure appeared, with several mist threads wrapped around its body.
But along with a gray spiritual light, these white silk threads broke inch by inch, and then this spiritual light blasted towards the rocks under their feet, and an extremely pure spiritual energy surged out from the cracks in the ground.