Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Break it for me!"

Tong Chuan gritted his teeth and waved the Dingfeng flag with all his strength while holding a pen.

In an instant, the seal shattered, and the spreading vines in the thousand-foot-wide space, as well as the shadow of the blood tree emerging above the crack, instantly turned into nothingness and dissipated.

After finishing all this, Tong Chuan's face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and he looked languid and weak.

The sudden change caught him off guard.

Although he managed to solve it, he himself was also injured, and his skill has dropped by more than 50% compared to the beginning.

In the canyon, everyone couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw this instant change.

Everyone was deeply touched by how terrifying Tong Chuan's strength was. Such a being is almost defenseless in the face of this strange change.

If it weren't for the special effect of the magic weapon in his hand, Tong Chuan would have been completely destroyed.

Thinking of this, the auras surging around the body unconsciously weakened by three points.

In mid-air, Tong Chuan, who had resolved the crisis, was seriously injured, but he was no longer in a hurry to leave.

He lowered his head and looked down at the people below, his eyes filled with anger.

If he hadn't been plotted by others, he wouldn't have been so seriously injured. Leaving like this was not in line with his temperament.

"You ants are really cunning enough to think of using this method to deal with me."

"It's a pity... Biyunxuan's methods are beyond your reach."

"Next, it's time to send you to the road to hell!"

Tong Chuan sneered again and again. As he spoke, he activated his true energy and completed his spell again.

The invisible pressure spread quickly, threatening everyone in the canyon again.

"No, this guy is so seriously injured and he still doesn't leave."

"Everyone, run quickly. No matter what, he is seriously injured. It will not be easy to annihilate us in one fell swoop."

"Fellow Daoist Han, we have done everything we should do, let's take the first step!"

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Feeling the danger coming, all the monks present reacted one after another, and their voices came and went.

Before Su Twelve could say anything more, the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts.

Thousands of figures were running away in all directions and in different directions.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three monks standing next to Su Twelve who were still where they were.

Among them were Hu Yijin, the barbarian tribesman Brute Force, and Qi Yuanxiu who had just arrived.

The three of them looked panicked and were about to make a move, but their peripheral vision fell on Su Twelve. Seeing that Su Twelve looked normal, they all tried their best to suppress the panic in their hearts and chose to wait and see what would happen.

Before the out-of-body period, there is actually no difference between running and not running.

On the contrary, Su Twelve could still be so calm under this situation.

Either he has a strong psychological quality, or he has a back-up plan.

If it's the former, then everyone will have the same ending, but if it's the latter, the hope of survival is higher than running away rashly.

If you can reach the Nascent Soul stage, everyone is not a fool.

The three of them had a lot of contact with Su Twelve, and they were always paying attention to Su Twelve. Compared with others, they also had more trust in Su Twelve.

But trust is trust, and at this moment, the three of them were extremely uneasy.

If you make a wrong bet, you will die along with it.

"Huh, don't you think it's too late now that you know how to run away?"

Tong Chuan suppressed his injuries and snorted disdainfully.

"The truth breaks through three thousand calamities!"

Fluttering his sleeves and moving again, the Dingfeng Flag came out of his hand, flying in the air for an instant, with a dense aura lingering, turning into three thousand phantoms, and shooting out in all directions.

Shadows filled the sky, as fast as lightning.

In an instant,

Hit the figures running in the air.

Many monks are only at the early stages of the Nascent Soul stage, and their strength is far from reaching its peak.

Being hit by the phantom formed by the Dingfeng Flag, he had no time to react and just let out a pitiful scream.

Amidst the screams, one after another figures disappeared into the sky.

In an instant, nearly a thousand monks died.

Hearing the screams in their ears, the remaining monks ran away even more desperately.

On the ground of the canyon, Hu Yijin and the others were even more frightened.

"No, there's an attack coming towards us."

Qi Yuanxiu's voice suddenly sounded.

The three of them subconsciously raised their heads and saw four phantoms of Fixed Wind Flags coming through the sky. The invisible force locked onto the three of them and Su Twelve beside them.

"Fellow Daoist Han, be careful!"

The three of them hurriedly raised their spirits, even if they knew they were defeated, they would try their best to fight.

At the same time as raising the Yuan, he did not forget to remind Su Twelve.

But when he looked around, he saw that Su Twelve had already formed a series of formation techniques on his hands at some unknown time.

Formations are flying all over the sky, like blue black birds circling and flying in the sky.

The black birds flew around and soon disappeared into the void around them.

In an instant, the formation fluctuations that had disappeared before reappeared in the sky.

The formation was opened again, and before the shadow of the Dingfeng Flag fell, Su Twelve and others, as well as Tong Chuan in the air, were once again included in the formation.

The moment they entered the formation, the four phantoms of Fixed Wind Flags that were originally aimed at Su Twelve and the others suddenly lost their offensive.

Su Shitwen flicked his fingers, and the formation tactics changed. In a snap of his fingers, he used the power of the formation to neutralize the phantom offensive of the four Fixed Wind Flags.

This kind of offensive is fatal to other Nascent Soul cultivators.

But for Su Twelve, who had reached the Great Consummation stage of Nascent Soul stage and had the strength of half-step out-of-body stage, he didn't take it to heart yet.

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Even without the help of formation power, he can easily resist it.

After doing all this, Su Twelve did not stop his movements.

The formation tactics were urged again, causing the formation's position to change.

With a snap of his fingers, the Dingfeng flag activated by Tong Chuan suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

On the other hand, Tong Chuan was trapped in different positions of the formation.

"Huh? This is... the Dingfeng Flag magic weapon in Tong Chuan's hand?"

Looking at Dingfeng Qi whose aura was fluctuating violently in front of them, Hu Yijin and the others were startled, and then their eyes fell on Su Twelve, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Hu Yijin couldn't help but said: "Fellow Daoist Su didn't activate the formation immediately. Could it be that... he was waiting for this opportunity?"

"The power of this treasure is so amazing. With such a treasure in hand, even if the formation is reopened immediately, Tong Chuan will definitely be able to easily break through the formation with the help of the strange treasure. Only by cutting off the connection between this treasure and it can we and others be able to There is a glimmer of hope. Even if we just rely on the formation to kill him, we will definitely be able to trap him and gain time to escape."

Su Twelve didn't hide anything and answered quickly.

At the end of the sentence, his expression dimmed, and he sighed softly and said, "Oh, it's a pity that the other fellow Taoists didn't trust Han enough, and chose to leave without waiting for Han to speak."

"If we had joined forces right now, even if we were defeated, we wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties."

"Maybe if we join forces now, we can kill this person in one fell swoop."

From the beginning, Su Twelve’s purpose was very clear.

By activating the formation immediately, at least half of the casualties can be reduced. But really doing that would be tantamount to giving up hope.

Only by waiting for this opportunity can we have a real chance of survival.

And this sigh at this moment is not just for show.

Every one of the monks who are willing to stay here and cooperate with us is a kind and righteous person.

He just felt sorry for everyone.