Aiming for the Immortal Path

The scene in front of him changed instantly. There was no exit from Shili Gallery. Instead, there were waves of formation patterns exuding a dangerous aura.

"What? What's going on? Didn't we walk out of Shili Gallery?"

"Damn the Great Zhao Dynasty. If Pindao's prediction was correct, there should have been at least a level four illusory formation just now. It was real and illusory, and it misled all of us."

"Illusion...Illusion array? Then where are we now?"

"It should be in a fourth-level residual formation on both sides of the canyon!!!"

"More than that, the momentum of this fourth-level remnant formation is astonishing. It has obviously been repaired by the Great Zhao Dynasty. I'm afraid the power it can exert will not be too weak?"

"Then what should we do now?" .??.

…

Doubts sounded, and everyone stopped, their expressions changing drastically.

You talked quickly with me, and even if you didn't understand the formation, you were able to analyze the situation in an instant.

At the end of the sentence, everyone quickly turned to look at Shen Miaoyin and Su Twelve behind them, casting questioning glances. There were even several monks whose mentality almost collapsed at this moment.

Before Shen Miaoyin and Su Twelve could speak, Zhao Mingyuan's voice came from behind like thunder.

"You fellow Taoists are really smart, you guessed my plan so quickly! But for this plan, I have carefully prepared for decades! Do you really think it will be so easy for me to let you leave?"

"This fourth-level killing formation has been supplemented by the emperor's people. For at least seven days, it will be the same as the complete fourth-level formation."

"Shili Gallery was once a treasured place of Feng Shui. After you all fall, I will use this place to bury your bodies. It is not in vain that we are all Muyunzhou monks!!!"

Zhao Mingyuan shouted loudly, and when he spoke, his eyes full of resentment, anger, and greed were directed at Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin.

For Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin, not only because of the hatred of killing their sons, but also because they covet the treasures in their bodies.

"Brother Zhao, you are not honest! You quietly deployed this fourth-level phantom formation, and even used the remaining formations here to kill three monks. The treasures on Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin..."

Zong Lu's voice sounded. Regardless of his injuries, he immediately activated his true energy and led Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu to not far from Zhao Mingyuan.

The three people frowned slightly, all with unkind expressions on their faces. Their eyes looking at Zhao Mingyuan were even more full of fear and wariness.

Not to mention the three monks, even the three of them were completely unaware of the existence of the fourth-level illusion array.

Zhao Mingyuan kept all three of them in the dark about this matter.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Zonglu, I always do what I say! Since we have made an agreement in advance, as long as all the monks from the three sects die, the treasures on their bodies will naturally be distributed according to the original plan."

Zhao Mingyuan spoke quickly without even thinking about it.

snort! Zhao Mingyuan, an old fox, is really good at calculating.

I'm just afraid... If the Demon Shadow Palace didn't have the help of two seniors, Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu, and with the help of the remaining formations here, Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin would definitely not be able to get any of the treasures they carry. That’s right!

Zong Lu rolled his eyes and snorted: "This is... the best!"

"Of course!"

Zhao Mingyuan remained silent and quickly glanced at Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu from the corner of his eye.

While he was talking, three formation masters with white beards and hair quickly came forward to his side. Without talking nonsense, the three of them immediately made hand gestures and chanted incantations, and beat him.

A series of formation techniques are released.

Under the stimulation of the formation technique, the scene of the fourth-level residual formation, which was already exuding a dangerous aura, suddenly changed.

In just an instant, Su Twelve and others appeared on a flat plateau. Before they could take a closer look, they saw countless wind whirlpools emerging all around.

The seemingly ordinary wind whirlpool approached everyone slowly and unhurriedly. Before the wind came, the three monks present felt a mountain of terrifying pressure coming on them, and their expressions all changed instantly.

"This...this is...the Xuanyin Gangfeng that only exists in the Endless Sea? If I remember correctly, five hundred years ago, there was a Nascent Soul giant from the Wuji Sect who was about to die. In order to find a chance of survival, he traveled eastward When you go out to sea, you will be blown by this mysterious wind, and your Nascent Soul will be completely lost in an instant?"

Master Tianhong exclaimed and quickly turned to look at where everyone in the Wuji Sect was.

Xiao Muzi was unconscious and was being held up by a fat swordsman from the Wuji Sect with a broad sword.

The little-eyed sword cultivator heard the sound and said with a mournful face: "What Taoist Brother Tianhong said is true! Alas... It seems that we are still going to perish here today. Poor Taoist, the newly found partner has not had time to practice double cultivation. From now on, heaven and man will be separated!"

The small-eyed swordsman's voice suddenly aroused concern in everyone's hearts, and an inexplicable aura of despair and sadness instantly enveloped the three monks present.

I thought I had finally escaped, but I didn't expect to find myself in such a dangerous place again. At this moment, everyone's mentality has collapsed, and there is no hope of resistance at all.

After all, even the giants in the Nascent Soul stage can't resist this Xuan Yin Gang Wind. Is it possible based on everyone's current strength?

Compared to others, Master Tianhong, who had been mentally prepared, behaved relatively calmly.

Turning his head, he saw Su Twelve, who was forming seals with his hands with the help of Shen Miaoyin's steady stream of pure energy, and couldn't help but be startled, "Huh? Su Twelve, you...is this?"

"Whether everyone can have a chance of survival depends on this!" Su Twelve looked indifferent.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes gathered.

"A glimmer of hope? But this is the Xuanyin Gangfeng. I'm afraid... Elder Shen may not be able to resist it if he takes action!!!"

"Who said... we have to take action to resist?" Su Twelve asked without changing his expression. At the same time, he showed no intention of stopping the movements of his hands.

"Don't resist? What should we do?" someone asked in a low voice.

But this time, Su Twelve did not answer.

Hundreds of formation techniques were flying around everyone, and under everyone's feet, formation marks were looming. .

In the blink of an eye, a small teleportation array intertwined with strange patterns appeared at the feet of everyone.

When they saw the teleportation formation, everyone was first surprised and then happy.

"Huh? It's actually a teleportation array? Great, we are saved."

"I really didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Su could actually set up the teleportation formation here first. Could it be that...there are people from the Huanxing Sect in the Great Zhao Dynasty?"

"It's better not to inquire about this kind of thing. I can finally go back alive and see Mother Zhen. Fellow Daoist Su, I owe you a huge favor!"

…

For a moment, everyone couldn't hide their excitement, and they immediately started to sigh with emotion, and some even cried with joy.

Master Tianhong's eyes fell on Su Twelve, and he was also surprised. This fourth-level remnant formation can definitely be said to be the secret method of the Zhao Dynasty, and even the people in the Demon Shadow Palace don't know it.

But Su Twelve... was actually able to set up the teleportation array in this formation in advance?

No matter how you think about it, this is extremely incredible. The scene in front of him changed instantly. There was no exit from the Ten Mile Gallery. Instead, there were waves of formation patterns exuding a dangerous aura.

"What? What's going on? Didn't we walk out of Shili Gallery?"

"Damn the Great Zhao Dynasty. If Pindao's prediction was correct, there should have been at least a level four illusory formation just now. It was real and illusory, and it misled all of us."

"Illusion...Illusion array? Then where are we now?"

"It should be in a fourth-level residual formation on both sides of the canyon!!!"

"More than that, the momentum of this fourth-level remnant formation is astonishing. It has obviously been repaired by the Great Zhao Dynasty. I'm afraid the power it can exert will not be too weak?"

"Then what should we do now?"

…

Doubts sounded, and everyone stopped, their expressions changing drastically.

You talked quickly with me, and even if you didn't understand the formation, you were able to analyze the situation in an instant.

At the end of the sentence, everyone quickly turned to look at Shen Miaoyin and Su Twelve behind them, casting questioning glances. There were even several monks whose mentality almost collapsed at this moment.

Before Shen Miaoyin and Su Twelve could speak, Zhao Mingyuan's voice came from behind like thunder.

"You fellow Taoists are really smart, you guessed my plan so quickly! But for this plan, I have carefully prepared for decades! Do you really think it will be so easy for me to let you leave?"

"This fourth-level killing formation has been supplemented by the emperor's people. For at least seven days, it will be the same as the complete fourth-level formation."

"Shili Gallery was once a treasured place of Feng Shui. After you all fall, I will use this place to bury your bodies. It is not in vain that we are all Muyunzhou monks!!!"

Zhao Mingyuan shouted loudly, and when he spoke, his eyes full of resentment, anger, and greed were directed at Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin.

For Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin, not only because of the hatred of killing their sons, but also because they covet the treasures in their bodies.

"Brother Zhao, you are not honest! You quietly deployed this fourth-level phantom formation, and even used the remaining formations here to kill three monks. The treasures on Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin..."

Zong Lu's voice sounded. Regardless of his injuries, he immediately activated his true energy and led Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu to not far from Zhao Mingyuan.

The three people frowned slightly, all with unkind expressions on their faces, and their gazes looking at Zhao Mingyuan were even more full of fear and wariness.

Not to mention the three monks, even the three of them were completely unaware of the existence of the fourth-level illusion array.

Zhao Mingyuan kept all three of them in the dark about this matter.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Zonglu, I always do what I say! Since we have made an agreement in advance, as long as all the monks from the three sects die, the treasures on their bodies will naturally be distributed according to the original plan."

Zhao Mingyuan spoke quickly without even thinking about it.

snort! Zhao Mingyuan, an old fox, is really good at calculating.

I'm just afraid... if the Demon Shadow Palace didn't have the help of two seniors, Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu, and with the help of the remaining formations here, Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin would definitely not be able to get any of the treasures they carry. That’s right!

Zong Lu rolled his eyes and snorted: "This is... the best!"

"Of course!"

Zhao Mingyuan remained silent and quickly glanced at Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu from the corner of his eye.

While he was talking, three formation masters with white beards and hair quickly came up to him. Without talking nonsense, the three of them immediately kneaded their hands and chanted a spell, beating him.

A series of formation techniques are released.

Under the influence of the formation tactics, the scene of the fourth-level residual formation, which was already exuding a dangerous aura, suddenly changed.

In just an instant, Su Twelve and others appeared on a flat plateau. Before they could take a closer look, they saw countless wind whirlpools appearing all around.

The seemingly ordinary wind whirlpool approached everyone slowly and unhurriedly. Before the wind came, the three monks present felt a mountain of terrifying pressure coming on them, and their expressions all changed instantly.

"This...this is...the Xuanyin Gangfeng that only exists in the Endless Sea? If I remember correctly, five hundred years ago, there was a Nascent Soul giant from the Wuji Sect who was about to die. In order to find a chance of survival, he traveled eastward When you go out to sea, you will be blown by this mysterious wind, and your Nascent Soul will be completely lost in an instant?"

Master Tianhong exclaimed and quickly turned to look at where the Wuji Sect members were.

Xiao Muzi was unconscious and was being held up by a fat swordsman from the Wuji Sect with a broad sword.

The little-eyed sword cultivator heard the sound and said with a mournful face: "What Taoist Brother Tianhong said is true! Alas... It seems that we are still going to perish here today. Poor Taoist, the newly found partner has not had time to practice double cultivation. From now on, heaven and man will be separated!"

The small-eyed swordsman's voice suddenly aroused concern in everyone's hearts, and an inexplicable aura of despair and sadness instantly enveloped the three monks present.

I thought I had finally escaped, but I didn't expect to find myself in such a dangerous place again. At this moment, everyone's mentality has collapsed, and there is no hope of resistance at all.

After all, even the giants in the Nascent Soul stage can't resist this Xuan Yin Gang Wind. Is it possible based on everyone's current strength?

Compared to others, Master Tianhong, who had been mentally prepared, behaved relatively calmly.

Turning his head, he saw Su Twelve, who was forming seals with his hands with the help of Shen Miaoyin's continuous flow of pure energy, and couldn't help but be startled, "Huh? Su Twelve, you...is this?"

"Whether everyone can have a chance of survival depends on this!" Su Twelve looked indifferent.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes gathered.

"A glimmer of hope? But this is the Xuanyin Gangfeng. I'm afraid... Elder Shen may not be able to resist it if he takes action!!!"

"Who said... we have to take action to resist?" Su Twelve asked without changing his expression. At the same time, he showed no intention of stopping the movements of his hands.

"Don't resist? What should we do?" someone asked in a low voice.

But this time, Su Twelve did not answer.

Hundreds of formation techniques were flying around everyone, and under everyone's feet, formation marks were looming. .

In the blink of an eye, a small teleportation array intertwined with strange patterns appeared at the feet of everyone.

When they saw the teleportation formation, everyone was first surprised and then happy.

"Huh? It's actually a teleportation array? Great, we are saved."

"I really didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Su could actually set up the teleportation formation here first. Could it be that...there are people from the Huanxing Sect in the Great Zhao Dynasty?"

"It's better not to inquire about this kind of thing. I can finally go back alive and see Mother Zhen. Fellow Daoist Su, I owe you a huge favor!"

…

For a moment, everyone couldn't hide their excitement, and they immediately started to sigh with emotion, and some even cried with joy.

Master Tianhong's eyes fell on Su Twelve, and he was also surprised. This fourth-level remnant formation can definitely be said to be the secret method of the Zhao Dynasty, and even the people in the Demon Shadow Palace don't know it.

But Su Twelve... was actually able to set up the teleportation array in this formation in advance?

No matter how you think about it, this is extremely incredible.