Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Luo Qiucheng stumbled and sighed: "Mr. Liang, we can't get out! I didn't expect that this time I came to the ancient battlefield to hunt for treasures. Before I could get a few treasures, I was going to die here!"

Liang Jiuhe looked at the black air in all directions, covering the sky and the sun, and the figures of ghost soldiers everywhere. He also felt that Changfeng Castle was doomed: "Alas! If I had known this, we should not have come to Changfeng Castle to escape the interception of the Black Evil Alliance. Killed, but failed to escape the siege of the dead souls on the battlefield."

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Luo Qiucheng said bitterly: "It's too late to regret now. I wonder where Brother Xu and Miss Su went? Could it be that they took advantage of the chaos and got out?"

Liang Jiuhe shook his head: "The ghost cultivators from the Jin Kingdom led the ghost soldiers to attack fiercely and sealed all the exits from the Changfeng Castle formation to the outside world. They could not escape. Perhaps their bodies had been seized by the dead souls and exploded into blood. The fog has become the nourishment of this gray-robed ghost cultivator."

Just when the two of them were extremely frustrated, the Lord of Changfeng Castle ordered the Yan family's children: "Open the altar array!"

Soon, the disciples of the Yan family sat cross-legged and meditated around the altar according to the directions of the nine palaces. They slashed their arms with flying swords and each sacrificed their energy, blood and mana, which were integrated into the ground of the altar.

In an instant, the altar formation soared into the sky and transformed into a formation light curtain with a radius of thousands of feet, covering the seven-story altar building!

As for the monks outside the magic circle, those who had not had time to rush to the altar were soon snatched away and devoured by the ghost soldiers led by the gray-robed Nascent Soul ghost cultivators.

These ghost soldiers reached the altar formation, but were blocked by the formation light curtain rising into the sky. They tried to break through the formation, but there was no gap, and there was no internal response to the internal response and the external response.

The gray-robed ghost cultivator said pitifully: "Release all the souls of Qi that have been captured and refined, and attack this formation fiercely!"

The ghost soldiers under it took out their wishful bags one after another and released the souls of Qi captured on the ancient battlefield!

Everyone seemed to be possessed, dumbfounded.

Driven by the ghost soldiers, many dead souls from Qi rushed towards the altar formation. Even if it was burned to ashes and extinguished like moths throwing into fire, they still continued to attack the formation without stopping.

Liang Lao and Luo Qiucheng, who were hiding on the third floor of the altar, secretly rejoiced when they saw this.

Luo Qiucheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "It's okay, it's okay! The Yan family's altar array is so powerful, we didn't go anywhere, it's right in the center of the array, it's the safest. As for Brother Xu and Miss Su , they are miserable.”

Liang Jiuhe paused his snake-head staff and said in an old-fashioned way: "After all, he is a young man who is very curious and does not listen to my good advice!"

At this time, the Lord of Changfeng Castle, sitting on the seventh floor of the altar, also began to sacrifice his own energy, blood and mana to maintain the operation of the altar array.

Seeing this situation, the gray-robed ghost cultivator outside said coldly: "Old Yan! Let's see how long you can last. Although the magic circle is strong, its manpower is limited. Do you want to wait for the reinforcements from your Qi Kingdom's war spirits to arrive? Stop dreaming. ! Master Lingguan has wiped out all the war spirits of Qi around Changfeng Castle. One of them will die!"

The face of the Lord of Changfeng Castle changed suddenly, his energy and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and merged into the magic circle. However, he still suppressed the shock in his heart and did not show any weakness. He shouted loudly: "Everyone! Don't listen to this zombie's nonsense. Nonsense! As long as we hold on until daylight comes, these evil spirits will have nothing to hide and will retreat without a fight!"

"Ridiculous!" The gray-robed ghost cultivator was well prepared. He slapped his wish-fulfillment bag and held out the blood-stained banner with the Chinese character Jin. He waved it in the wind, blocking out the starlight and covering a three thousand-foot radius.