Chapter 256: The Battle of the Pill Formation (Please Subscribe)

"Friend Zhan, walk slowly..."

Fang Xi watched Zhan Tu leave.

Although he showed great reluctance to part with the ‘Golden Light Talisman’, this person did not let go in the end.

"Yes, you are cautious enough. Only in this way can you go a long way in the world of immortality..."

He graded Zhan Tu calmly.

Regarding this person's roots, I have touched a little bit: "A blessing in disguise is not a blessing, and a blessing in disguise is not a disaster..."

…

Tai Shuhong successfully built the foundation on his own, which was naturally breaking news for many monks on Longyu Island.

The monks from the above three families were smiling happily, but the people from the Zhong family were silent, and they didn't know how to curse in their hearts.

Seeing that the dispute over the heir to Longyu Island was about to surface, Fang Xi watched the excitement and did not mind it. Dadi came out to add fuel to the fire, announcing that the 'black wind evil spirit' produced more than ten years later would be held. The Treasure Hunting Conference will determine ownership, and all Qi Refining monks who have lived on Longyu Island for ten years can participate.

As a result, almost the entire Wandao Lake was in a sensation. A large number of Qi refining masters gathered on Dragon Fish Island, all gearing up to win the treasure hunt competition and win the foundation-building spiritual objects!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xi increased the rental price of Longyu Island Cave by several percent in one breath, feeling as if he had earned two or three foundation-building spiritual items and returned...

In this way, there is really no loss at all.

…

Five years flew by.

During this period, several battles broke out between the Qingmu Sect and the Xuantian Sect, resulting in extremely heavy casualties among the monks on both sides.

Even Zhantu stopped pretending. In a transaction, he directly took out a piece of pill-forming experience in private and exchanged it for Fang Xi with a 'Long Land Golden Light Talisman'!

It can be seen from this that this person's situation must have encountered life and death crises several times, otherwise he would never have been like this.

According to what the other party said, the ancestor of the Qingmu Sect's alchemy formation, "Qing Laogui", secretly left the monks' military camp outside Baizexian City for a while, sneaked into the Yue Kingdom, and specifically targeted high-level monks of the Xuantian Sect.

This made everyone in the Xuantian Sect feel in danger.

After Zhang Laozu found out, he would go out every day to fight with the old ghost. Although he was at a disadvantage every time, he could at least hold the old ghost back.

It's just that... as time passed bit by bit, the third-level city protection formation of Bai Zexian City gradually became dilapidated.

Historically, the best way to attack the formation is to besiege it for many years, consume the energy and spiritual power of the earth's veins, reduce the power of the formation, and then look for opportunities to break it!

The war between the two sides has been close to ten years, and the third-level spiritual veins in Baize Immortal City are somewhat unable to make ends meet. Recently, they can only fill the gap with a large number of spiritual stones.

However, the damaged energy of the earth's veins cannot be made up for in any case.

As the third-order formation was gradually broken down, the battle of the Qingmu Sect's invasion of the Yue Kingdom finally came to an end...

…

Baize Fairy City!

"attack!"

Accompanied by loud roars, dozens of monks outside the city chanted incantations in unison, and their magic power gathered in one place.

In the void, a large amount of wood attribute spiritual power gathered together and turned into thick logs tens of feet long, slamming hard on the wall of Bai Zexian City.

After another round of impact, the light curtain that originally enveloped Bai Zexian City became shaky.

"In the last round, the boundless falling wood formation rises!"

From the monk camp, an old man wearing a green robe flew out. He had an ordinary face, but there was an extremely terrifying mana fluctuation coming from his body. He was none other than Qingmu Sect’s alchemy-forming ancestor—Old Ghost Qing!

Thick logs kept hitting the third-level formation of Bai Zexian City.

In the end, the light shield guarding the entire city let out a mournful cry, and finally shattered inch by inch.

After several years of constant wear and tear and siege...

The third level formation... was broken!

The old ghost turned into a stream of light and stood on the top of Baize Fairy City. His voice spread throughout the fairy city: "Zhang Zhusheng... come out!"

Stab!

There was a flash of lightning, and Zhang Zhusheng, dressed in a purple spiritual robe, appeared in mid-air, facing the old ghost from afar.

"In today's situation, my Qingmu Sect won after all..."

The young old ghost stroked his beard contentedly: "Why do fellow Taoists have to resist in such a corner?"

"Where the sect is, we have to fight!"

Zhang Zhusheng's eyes turned purple, with lightning flashing in them: "Old Ghost Qing... Do you think that you can easily defeat me after your cultivation reaches the middle stage of pill formation?"

"The past few fights were just because you had the third-level formation as your rear, so you could easily escape back to the formation if something went wrong. I would like to see, what else do you have to rely on now?"

The old ghost laughed, and an ordinary short wooden stick appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhusheng's expression immediately became extremely solemn.

That seemingly ordinary wooden stick was Qing Lao Gui's natal magic weapon. He had been cultivating it with golden elixir essence for many years. It was extremely powerful and had caused him great suffering several times before.

"drink!"

Ancestor Zhang roared angrily and made a seal with both hands, and a layer of armor with purple lightning flashing appeared on his body.

Purple thunder and lightning were faintly generated in the surrounding void, and sparks were constantly ejected outward.

"Purple Thunder Armor? It's a pity that although this magic weapon is at the top level, it has been cultivated by the Golden Core True Essence for a short time... Although the magic weapons of our monks are divided into grades, the power of it still depends on it in the end. The length of training years..."

The old ghost laughed and threw the short wooden stick.

This wooden stick burst out with astonishing spiritual energy in mid-air, and blue runes appeared on it one after another, flashing continuously.

Then...one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...

In the blink of an eye, the nearby void was filled with green shadows of short sticks.

"Go!"

As soon as the old ghost Qing pointed at Zhang Zhusheng, countless green shadows continued to hit Old Ancestor Zhang with terrifying force.

Boom!

Zhang Zhusheng made a secret with both hands, and thick purple thunder continuously erupted from the thunder armor, sweeping away the shadows of short sticks. However, there were too many, forcing the purple thunder to retreat continuously.

"Zhang Xiaogui, I haven't taught you that the magic weapon is tied to the power of the elixir-forming monk. Is it best to choose an attack type?"

Seeing this scene, the old ghost Qing had a smile on his lips: "Even if your defense is extremely strong, what's the use of turning yourself into a turtle?"

Chirp!

At this moment, a red-yellow flame suddenly burst out from among the green shadow of the wooden stick.

An extremely dazzling ring rotated, and a large number of Nanming Suzaku fire emerged from it, vaguely forming the image of a very powerful bird, its wings were burning, and with just one flutter, it landed among countless short sticks. .

The green shadows all over the sky closed up, revealing the body of the short stick magic weapon.

The Suzaku phantom showed no fear and pounced directly on it.

Fire defeats wood!

"Suzaku Ring? You actually refined this treasure..."

The old ghost's face became green, as if he was recalling some unbearable past event.

"Thanks to Ancestor Jiang, I have given the magic weapon to me. I naturally know that magic weapons generally choose offensive weapons... But since I have the Suzaku Ring, I naturally have to refine a defensive magic weapon!"

Zhang Zhusheng's magic power surged and poured into the Suzaku Ring.

Although this ring is the talisman of other monks and has been refined into a talisman, which has lost a lot of its power, it is still extremely sharp in his hands.

Even in the previous fights, when the danger was extremely high, Old Ancestor Zhang did not release this ring, just to take him by surprise!

"Nan Ming Zhuque, burning up the sky, go!"

Zhang Zhusheng pointed at the old ghost Qing, and turned the Suzaku ring magic weapon. The huge fire bird Suzaku's magical power exploded, and it actually wrapped the old ghost Qing in it, as if he wanted to refine him to death with real fire!

"Hmph, do you think you are Old Ghost Jiang?"

Green light flashed on the old ghost's face, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a blue bead-shaped magic weapon appeared in the flash of blue light.

The Dan-forming monks can at most refine one or two natal magic weapons, but there is no problem in using other third-level magic weapons, but their power will be reduced.

"This 'Ice Sea Pearl' was specially found by me to deal with Old Ghost Jiang. Now that Old Ghost Jiang is dead, you are in bad luck!"

As the blue beads rolled around, a stream of azure water was generated out of thin air. With a biting chill, it could even withstand the Nanming Suzaku Fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qing Lao Gui's mana in the middle stage of the pill formation crazily poured into the short wooden stick, and hit Old Ancestor Zhang with one stick.

A mysterious look flashed across Zhang Zhusheng's face, but he didn't dodge it. His hands were covered with thunder armor, and he grabbed the short wooden stick magic weapon itself, and roared: "Why don't you do it?!"

"Um?!"

The dead souls of old and young ghosts appeared in great numbers, and when they were feeling something bad, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in their ears!

raging!

One after another, the fire dragons soared into the sky with an astonishing momentum. With the terrifying spiritual power of the Dan Formation level, they hit the water curtain of the 'Ice Sea Pearl' heavily.

Hoho!

Amidst the roar of the dragon, the water curtain shattered, and the fire dragon and the Suzaku jumped on the old ghost one after another.

Boom!

A dazzling huge fireball erupted from mid-air. Even though the astonishing power was weakened layer by layer, it easily swept across the Baize Fairy City below, shaving off a layer of most of the buildings!

"Young boy, is it you!?"

In a flash of green light, the figure of the old ghost appeared on the top of a giant tree on the ground. However, his beard and hair were burnt black, and his clothes were burned to tatters. He looked like he was seriously injured.

The person who was stared at by his suspicious eyes was extremely young. He was a purple-robed monk with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He had nine fire dragons circling and dancing around him, emitting hot fire spiritual power.

This person’s name is ‘You Kun’, and he is the current Supreme Elder of Yiling Valley!

I don’t know why Yiling Valley, which has always been neutral, got involved in this matter.

"Haha... Of course, Yiling Valley has already secretly formed an alliance with our Xuantian Sect. Today, the two of us join forces to kill you here."

In order to hold back the old ghost, Zhang Zhusheng forcefully received a blow from his magic weapon. Half of his thunder armor was shattered, and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely happy.

It was as if all the humiliation of these years had finally been avenged!

Hearing this, Old Ghost Qing had a strange expression: "Yiling Valley... you are not... bad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light appeared in the void. It moved erratically and was invisible. With just one slash, it exploded with astonishing power and cut off the head of Patriarch Zhang Zhusheng and Zhang Zhusheng with one strike!