Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Luo Qiucheng was also startled. He looked at the large number of fighting spirits and ghosts coming outside the formation and was also dumbfounded: "So many have come! Although the formation of Changfeng Fort is powerful, it may not be able to withstand the siege of many fighting spirits. We must make plans early. If the formation is broken, we will be destroyed together and we will not be able to run away!"

Liang Jiuhe retorted: "Run? Where to run? The ancient battlefield at night is full of murderous intent. I am afraid that I will be possessed by the dead before I go far!"

Luo Qiucheng had a bitter face. He knew that what Liang said was reasonable, but he could not hide his anxiety in his eyes: "Then we can't sit here and wait for death!"

Ye Ling, however, had experienced many storms and looked calm and composed, without any panic.

If it was a beast tide, it would be difficult to deal with it, but there were many ghosts coming. For Ye Ling, there were too many ways to make these guys retreat!

"Let's go! Let's go and have a look! I want to see, Changfeng Fort has three large formations reinforced by the spirit of transformation, can it still not withstand the siege of the Jin Kingdom's war spirit?"

Ye Ling said, riding the sword light and flying towards the direction of the formation.

Lu Binglan nodded lightly, and naturally followed him, wanting to join in the fun.

When they left, Liang Lao and Luo Qiucheng looked at each other.

Longing on the snake-headed cane, Liang Lao sighed and said: "Young people nowadays are too curious! You and I can't hide in time, but they are just trying to get close!"

Luo Qiucheng said with lingering fear: "How can they know the power of the dead souls in the ancient battlefield? Once they are targeted by the dead souls, they will either be possessed or devoured!"

Soon, Ye Ling and Lu Binglan's sword lights flew in front of Changfeng Fort. At this time, there were already hundreds of cultivators stationed here. They were alarmed by the Jin Kingdom's war spirit outside the formation, and they came to help and obeyed the arrangements of the fort master.

Whether they were sacrificing their mana for the formation or being fully alert in the light curtain of the formation, these cultivators knew that once the formation was breached, they would die, so it was better to join forces to fight the enemy.

However, Yan Mo and Yan Xiaoshe, uncle and nephew, neglected their duties and failed to find the enemy in time, causing the entrance to the formation to be damaged.

The two were actually hung up by the fortress lord for public display, their bodies merged with the formation, and their mana was drawn as a punishment.

Ye Ling did not go forward, but folded his arms in the distance and said to Lu Binglan: "It seems that the Lord of Changfeng Fort, the head of the Yan family, has a very strict family tradition and treats his brothers and nephews mercilessly!"

Lu Binglan nodded: "Yan Xiaoshe deserves it! But the head of the Yan family is impressive. He must be quite prestigious in this area. He actually led his clansmen to fight the enemy in person. This is rare and precious."

Ye Ling was about to answer when he was suddenly locked by a strange breath. He looked up suddenly and saw a gray-robed figure with black air all over his body under the flag of Jin State outside the formation. His empty eye sockets looked at him.

"Yuanying ghost cultivator, a bit interesting!"

Ye Ling smiled dumbly and stared back unceremoniously. He found that this gray-robed ghost cultivator was obviously different from other fighting souls. The others were undead and ghosts, while the gray-robed ghost cultivator not only had a soul, but also a complete body, but it was just withered, like a mummy.

Outside the formation, the grey-robed ghost cultivator waved the flag of Jin and said sinisterly, "You want to provoke me? Tonight, Master Lingguan will block the dead souls of Qi for us. This is a rare opportunity. Come on! Break the formation! We must destroy Changfeng Fort!"

As the grey-robed ghost cultivator's flag fluttered, it was like summoning souls, and the wind blew everywhere, commanding many dead souls and ghosts to surge up like a tide! ap;ap;lt;ter css=clearap;ap;gt;