Chapter 1427 Soul Devouring Formation

"Well, you go down!" Dexun waved his hand impatiently, "We have our own opinions on how to act!"

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

"What do you think, fellow Daoist Hengming?" Dexun glanced at Qi Ming and turned around to ask.

Hengming thought for a moment and frowned: "What Fellow Daoist Qi said makes sense! But the question is, how can we get around it? These 160,000 people alone would be 80,000, and they are even easier to be defeated by sword cultivators!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Dexun said, "Although there are only a dozen sword cultivators in front, there must be a lot of hidden sword cultivators! Even if these dozen sword cultivators bypassed these sword cultivators and went to explore the way behind them , there is only one ending of death! If you don’t believe it, I’ll wait and see, I bet that these disciples will never return!”

"Hehe~" Hengming could only smile like a giggle and said no more.

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

These dozen swordsmen were standing a little sparsely, in twos and threes, but the distance between each other was different, and each one faced a different direction! Even the heights of a dozen people standing in mid-air are different!

Only the sharp-mouthed old man with a grimace on his face and a slightly hunched back standing at the top was facing 160,000 Dao Sect swordsmen!

Seeing the dense crowd of monks, the old man forced himself to stretch his waist and raised his arms as if to loosen his bones. Then he said loudly: "I, Qingfeng of the Qishan Sect, have been waiting here for a long time!"

"Qingfeng?" He ordered the disciples to stop temporarily. Hengming flew forward, looked around, and said coldly. "There was a person named Qingjian last time. Could it be that he is your direct relative?"

Qingfeng blinked his eyes and snorted from his nose: "That's a swordsman from the Sanjian Sect. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Whether it was related or not, that Qingjian has fallen!" Hengming pointed his hand. "Do you also want to follow in his footsteps?"

"That's right!" A wry smile appeared on Qingfeng's face, "I already had this idea when Senior Brother Cangyuan fell into the Ten Directions Destruction Formation!"

"Well, yes, Cangyuan is also from the Quishan Sect, and he is your senior brother!" Hengming nodded. "However, our Dao Sect has always been merciful. If you and I, the Dao cultivators, have already suffered many casualties, why not just stop here and wait for the arrival of Master Yuanying!"

Desun and others were not far behind Hengming when they suddenly heard Hengming's words. Unconsciously, he was slightly stunned and turned his head slightly.

After glancing at Xiong Huasong, Xiong Huasong raised his eyes and looked at Dexun, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking a little thoughtful.

"Hahaha~" Qingfeng looked up to the sky and smiled, "The formation is here. You still say this, do you... think I am a three-year-old child? It's really funny!!"

Hengming's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Previously, your Huan country's Yin Yang Sword Formation and Splitting Blade Five Elements Sword Formation have caused the death of hundreds of thousands of Dao Sect monks. Your sword cultivators besieged the twenty or thirty monks who were my monks." I'm afraid that the ten thousand disciples don't have much energy left to fight again, right? Previously, our Dao Sect's Ten Directions Destruction Formation also killed tens of thousands of sword cultivation disciples, so we were evenly matched. It makes sense for you and me to turn around each other! Even if the formation is powerful, can it be more powerful than the previous two sword formations? Do you... have any extra disciples available?"

"Hahaha! Hengming, do you think my sword cultivator can only have disciples?" Qingfeng laughed, "Even if I don't have any disciples, I can still kill you and others!"

"Qingfeng. What kind of sword formation is this...?" Hengming hesitated a little and asked.

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

"Is this really a sword formation?" Hengming felt a little unbelievable. He released his spiritual thoughts slightly and looked up and down. There was no 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 and the past is gone! I never thought that I could talk so much nonsense to you! Moreover, this Nonsense...it actually makes me feel very comfortable! In this life, we often have to wait until we are about to lose it before we realize how good it is to be normal!"

"What?" Hengming was shocked and hurriedly retreated. Apparently he had heard the meaning of Qingfeng's words. Qingfeng had already made up his mind!

"Buzz~" A roar came from the top of Qingfeng. A few dozen feet above, a swordsman with burnt-yellow skin appeared. The swordsman's figure was extremely strong. A faint brilliance surged around him, and the spiritual energy of the world around him surged rapidly. They gathered towards the swordsman.

"I, Fan Yanyuan of Qilingshan Mountain, have been waiting for you here for a long time! Come, come, come, let you taste the power of my sword realm's soul-devouring formation!" As Fan Yanyuan spoke, his figure grew rapidly, and his brilliance flashed. During the movement, a pagoda of two to three feet in size gradually emerged. This pagoda has seven floors, and each floor is overflowing with inexplicable runes. Various colors of brilliance flash among the runes, and a faint fluctuation follows the brilliance. The flickering slowly spread to the surroundings, having crossed a hundred feet in a moment, and continued to spread in all directions!

"Soul-devouring Formation?" Hengming finally knew the name of Qingfeng's Can't Wait Sword Formation, and looked at Xiong Huasong while he was muttering.

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

"Kill!" Hengming thought for a moment, waved his hand, and clapped his hand at the same time. He held the magic talisman in his hand, waiting to be used at any time!

"It's finally time!" Qingfeng whispered, pointing his finger, and a green sword light flashed, hitting the swordsman at the bottom who was facing him!

With a "pop~" sound, the swordsman didn't know whether he was killed by the sword energy or received Qingfeng's order, his whole body suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of bloody flesh!

The strange thing is that 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 the dirty blood and turned into sword silk!

Then, Qingfeng's fingers waved continuously, and the sword light kept coming here. In a moment, except for Qingfeng, the dozens of swordsmen disappeared and turned into dozens of balls of dirty blood!

"Kill!" Although the monks were horrified, they still shouted, each urging their magic weapons to attack Qingfeng and others, hoping to kill them before this strange sword formation was activated!

Seeing the magic weapon flying over, Qingfeng's sad face showed a trace of smile, and he actually muttered something in his mouth, just like the Taoist's magic formula, and as the formula was chanted, the green sword light around Qingfeng became stronger...

"Keng~~" The huge sound of the sword rang out again in the silence!

The faces of the Taoist monks changed drastically like frightened birds, and many monks hurriedly looked towards the place where the sword rang. Sure enough, within a few miles, some sky-high sword lights burst out from the ground!

The Soul Devouring Formation has taken shape!

"Ji" Just when everyone was distracted, Qingfeng stretched out his hand, and a dark sword bag escaped from his arms. He threw his hand, and the sword bag fell into the air. As Qingfeng chanted the mantra, a sword light hit the sword bag! Just like a monk refining a magic weapon, the sword bag emitted a green light!

"Om~" A faint sound came from the sword bag!

"Explode~" Qingfeng opened his eyes, and the sword light around him was shining. With a "boom" sound, a ray of blood light suddenly appeared from Qingfeng's feet. The blood light rolled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped Qingfeng and turned into a violently rolling blood ball!

Above the blood ball, the blue sword light was like runes, constantly flowing on it. Occasionally, the sword light also penetrated into the blood ball, 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 covered these blood balls!

"Keng!" The sword lights on dozens of blood balls rang at the same time, and the blue sword light suddenly rushed out, connected together, and flew towards the blue light on the sword bag!

"Buzz buzz buzz~" Along with the sword light, dozens of blood stains hit the sword bag, and the sword bag became more noisy and kept rolling, as if something inside was eager to come out!

"Boom~" With a loud noise, it was Li Jijie's flying sword that hit the sword sac, and the blood light on the sword sac was deeply hit and a big hole was made!

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

"Hmm?" Li Jijie frowned slightly, and just when he was about to retract the flying sword, there was another "pop" sound, and the whole sword sac exploded, and hundreds or even thousands of fist-sized black flying objects flew out of it!

This flying object was in the shape of a flat gourd, the front half was a head, and the back half was a body. The head was the same size as the body, and there were two two-inch long wings on the body.

As soon as the flying object rushed out of the sword sac, the blood stains around it immediately rushed over, covering all the flying objects at once!

"Buzz~!" The blood stains fell on the flying objects and immediately penetrated into them. Hundreds of flying objects flashed with dark light, as if they had taken fierce spiritual herbs! As the dark light flashed, the flying creature's belly gradually grew 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 half a foot. Seeing the flying creature mutated, he pinched the sword formula in his hand and stabbed at the flying creature!

The sword light was like lightning, and it was about to pierce the flying creature's belly! But just when Li Jijie was absolutely sure, the flying creature suddenly turned around, and the eyes on its head became the size of mung beans, flashing blood-red light, and bit the flying sword in one bite!

"Ah!" Li Jijie was stunned!

With a "crunch, crunch" sound, the light on the flying sword was actually swallowed into the belly of the flying creature! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)