Chapter 1427 Devouring Formation

"Well, go down!" De Xun waved his hands impatiently, "I'll make up my own mind on how to act!"

"Yes!" Qi Ming shook his head, and flew to the side in response. .

"What do fellow Taoist Heng Ming think?" De Xun glanced at Qi Ming, then turned his head and asked.

Heng Ming thought for a while, then frowned and said, "What Fellow Daoist Qi said is also reasonable! But the question is, how can we avoid it? The 160,000 people are divided into 80,000, and it is easier to be broken by sword cultivators!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" De Xundao said, "Although there are only a dozen sword cultivators ahead, there must be many hidden sword cultivators! Even if these dozens of sword cultivators bypassed these sword cultivators and went behind them to explore the way , and there is only one mortal ending! If you don’t believe me, I’ll take a look ahead, and I bet that these disciples will never return!”

"Hey~" Heng Ming just smiled like a smirk, and didn't say any more.

Everyone flew forward again, and sure enough, at a distance of nearly two miles, not far away in mid-air, there were really a dozen swordsmen in black sword suits, stopping in mid-air.

These dozen or so swordsmen stood a little sparsely, in twos and threes, but the distance between them was different, and the direction each of them faced was also different! Even the heights of a dozen people standing in mid-air are not the same!

Only the sharp-mouthed old man with a sad face and a slightly hunched back standing on the highest point faced the 160,000 Taoist swordsmen!

Seeing the dense crowd of monks, the old man forced himself to stretch his waist, and raised his arms again, as if loosening his bones, and then said loudly: "Old man, Qingfeng of the Quishan School, have been waiting here for a long time!"

"Qingfeng?" Ordering all the disciples to stop temporarily, Heng Ming flew forward, looked around, and said coldly, "Last time there was someone called Qingjian, could it be your direct relative?"

Qingfeng blinked his eyes, snorted through his nose and said, "That's a swordsman from the Three Swords Sect, it has nothing to do with the old man!"

"Whether it has anything to do with it or not, that green sword has already fallen!" Heng Ming pointed his hand, "Could it be that you want to follow in the same footsteps?"

"That's right!" A wry smile appeared on Qingfeng's face, "This old man already had such thoughts when Senior Brother Cangyuan fell into the Great Formation of Destruction in All Directions!"

"Well, that's right, Cangyuan is also from the Quishan Sect, and it's your senior brother!" Heng Ming nodded, "However, my Taoist sect has always been merciful. It’s better to stop here and wait for the arrival of Master Nascent Soul!”

De Xun and the others were not far behind Heng Ming, and when they heard Heng Ming's words suddenly, they were slightly startled, turned their heads slightly, and glanced at Xiong Huasong, who raised his eyes to look at De Xun, his eyes narrowed slightly, a little bit as if thinking thought about it.

"Hahaha~" Qingfeng looked up to the sky and laughed, "The big formation is already here, yet you still say that, do you...do you think this old man is a three-year-old child? It's really funny!!"

Heng Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "The Yin-Yang Sword Formation and Split Blade Five-element Sword Formation of your Huan Kingdom have caused the death of tens of thousands of my Taoist monks, and the twenty or thirty sword cultivators who besieged my monks Disciple Wan is afraid that he doesn’t have much energy left to fight again right now? Earlier, my Taoist sect’s ten-direction annihilation formation also killed tens of thousands of sword cultivator disciples. Even if the formation... is powerful, can it still be stronger than the first two sword formations? Do you...do you have any extra disciples available?"

"Hahaha! Heng Ming, do you think my sword cultivator can only have disciples?" Qingfeng said with a smile, "Even if I don't have disciples, I can still kill you!"

"Qingfeng,

What kind of sword array are you...! ! ! ! "Heng Ming hesitated a little, and asked.

"Of course I will tell you the name of this sword formation!" Qingfeng gritted his teeth, "But not now!"

"Are you really a sword array?" Heng Ming felt a little unbelievable, his divine sense was released slightly, and he looked up and down, but he didn't see any sign of sword light!

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng did not answer his question, but looked up to the north, and said with some melancholy: "The years are long, the past is dead! I never thought that I could talk so much nonsense to you! Moreover, this Nonsense... It actually made this old man feel very comfortable! In this life, it is often so good to wait until you are about to lose it, before you realize how good it is to be ordinary!"

"What?" Heng Ming was shocked, and hurriedly retreated, obviously he had heard the meaning of Qingfeng's words, Qingfeng had already made a decision!

"Om~" A roar came from the top of Qingfeng's head, and the swordsman with scorched yellow skin revealed his figure tens of meters above. They gathered towards the swordsman.

"Old man, Fan Yuyuan, Qiling Mountain, has been waiting for you here! Come, come, come, let you taste the power of my sword field's spirit-eating array!" Fan Yuyuan's figure grew rapidly, and his brilliance flashed as he spoke. During the movement, a pagoda with a size of two to three feet gradually appeared. This pagoda has seven floors, and each floor is filled with inexplicable runes. The flickering slowly spread to the surroundings, and it had already crossed a hundred feet in a moment, and continued to spread towards the surroundings!

"Spirit Devouring Formation?" Heng Ming finally knew the name of Qingfeng Can't Wait Sword Formation, and while muttering in his mouth, he looked at Xiong Huasong again.

Xiong Huasong was also a little puzzled, and didn't understand the origin of the name of this formation!

"Kill!" Heng Ming thought for a while, waved his hand, and at the same time clapped his hand, holding the talisman in his hand, waiting to cast it at any time!

"It's finally here!" Qingfeng said in a low voice, pointing his hand, but saw a cyan sword light flashing, hitting the swordsman at the bottom who was facing him!

There was an explosion of "啪~", the swordsman didn't know whether he was killed by the sword energy or the swordsman got Qingfeng's order, the whole body exploded suddenly, turning into a mass of flesh and blood!

The strange thing is, the flesh and blood did not fall, but with the stirring of the sword light, the flesh and blood gradually melted and turned into a ball of pure dirty blood. The sword light penetrated into the dirty blood and turned into sword threads!

Immediately afterwards, Qingfeng's fingers waved one after another, and the sword light continued here. In a moment, except for Qingfeng, the dozen or so swordsmen disappeared, turning into dozens of balls of dirty blood!

"Kill!" A group of monks yelled, even though they were holding their hairs on end. They each activated their magic weapons and attacked Qingfeng and the others, hoping to kill them before the strange sword array was activated!

Seeing the magic weapon flying towards him, a slight smile appeared on Qingfeng's sad face, and he actually muttered something, just like the Taoist formula, and following the formula, the blue sword light around Qingfeng became more intense...

"Keng~~" The sound of the huge sword sound resounded in the silent surroundings again!

The faces of the Taoist monks changed drastically like frightened birds, and many monks hurriedly looked towards the place where the sword was screaming. Sure enough, within a few miles, there were some soaring sword lights coming from the ground. Jump out!

The Devouring Formation has taken shape!

"Illness" Just when everyone was distracted, Qingfeng stretched out his hand, and escaped from a dark sword pouch from his arms. He threw his hand, and the sword pouch fell into the air. As Qingfeng recited the mantra, a sword The light hits the sword pouch! Just like a monk sacrificing a magical weapon, the sword pouch emitted a cyan brilliance!

"Om~" There was a faint sound on the sword pouch!

"Explosion~" Qingfeng opened his eyes, the sword lights all over his body blazed, and with the sound of "boom", a ray of blood suddenly appeared from Qingfeng's feet, and this bloody light quickly rolled over, enveloping Qingfeng in the blink of an eye, It became a mass of violently tumbling blood!

On the blood mass, the cyan sword light is like strips of runes, overflowing on top of it, occasionally, the sword light seeps into the blood mass, appearing and disappearing from time to time!

"Woo~" The yellow pagoda that seemed to have been forgotten by everyone suddenly made a strange sound again! An indescribable wave enveloped these blood clots!

"Keng!" A dozen or so sword lights above the blood group screamed at the same time, and the blue sword lights suddenly rushed out, joined together, and flew towards the blue light above the sword pouch!

"Buzz buzz~" Following the sword light, dozens of balls of blood splattered on the sword pouch, and the sword pouch became more noisy and kept tumbling, as if something was eager to come out of it!

"Boom~" There was a loud noise, it was Li Jijie's flying sword that hit the sword pouch, and the bloody light on the sword pouch was deeply punched out a big hole!

However, the big hole did not expand with the flying sword, but shrunk rapidly, and the blood light still entangled Li Jijie's flying sword!

"Huh?" Li Jijie frowned slightly, and just as he was about to retract the flying sword, there was another "pop" sound, and the entire sword pouch exploded, and hundreds or even thousands of fist-sized pitch-black flying swords flew out of it. things!

This flying object is in the shape of a flat gourd, the front half is a head, and the back half is a body. The head is the same size as the body, and above the body are two wings about two inches long.

As soon as the flying object rushed out of the sword pouch, the surrounding blood immediately rushed over, covering all the flying objects at once!

"Om~!" The blood stains fell on the flying objects, and immediately seeped into them. The hundreds of flying objects flashed a black brilliance, as if they had taken ferocious spirit herbs! And as the pitch-black brilliance flickered, the flying object's belly gradually became larger, and its head gradually became smaller. In the end, the head was only the size of two fingertips!

"Huh?" Li Jijie's flying sword was only retracted for more than half a zhang. At this time, seeing the flying object mutated, he pinched the sword formula in his hand and stabbed at the flying object!

The sword's light was like lightning, and it was about to pierce a flying object before it pierced the flying object's stomach in an instant! Unexpectedly, just when Li Jijie was absolutely sure, the flying object suddenly turned around, and on the head, in the eyes that became the size of mung beans, a blood-red brilliance flashed, and it gnawed on the flying sword with one bite!

"Ah!" Li Jijie was dumbfounded!

With a "creak, creak" sound, the brilliance on the flying sword was actually swallowed by the flying object! (To be continued.)