Chapter 893 Nosy

In the world of cultivation, fighting and fighting can be seen everywhere.

What's more, it is a large area like Zhongzhou where cultivation civilization is flourishing and prosperous.

Su Zimo had encountered many battles like this along his journey.

However, he did not show up to intervene. If he intervened in all such matters, he might not be able to reach Bailianmen after more than ten years of walking.

What's more, in many fights in the world of cultivation, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

Many times, it may be a disagreement or a fight for some treasure.

Su Zimo didn't bother to pay attention.

Now, when he heard the sound of fighting in the distance, he only paused for a moment and then continued moving forward.

"etc."

At this moment, Jihuo Daojun's voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

"This place is very close to the Hundred Refiners Sect and is already within the jurisdiction of the Hundred Refiners Sect. Let's go and have a look!"

"good."

Su Zimo nodded, his figure flashed, and he galloped towards the place of fighting and killing.

This time, Su Zimo directly used the electric escape method.

His whole body turned into a bolt of lightning, and he quickly arrived at his destination.

Su Zimo looked around.

I saw that both sides of the fight were Nascent Soul True Lord, and their spells collided in the void.

Flying swords and magical weapons galloped vertically and horizontally, the light flashed, and the magic power surged, which was very intense.

On one side, there were only three people, one boy and two girls. They were young and had obviously just entered the Yuanying Realm. They were both in the early stage of the Yuanying Realm.

On the other side, there are ten Nascent Soul Lords, their faces covered, and they are highly cultivated, most of them are in the late Nascent Soul stage.

There is another person with powerful spells and a trace of pure Yang in the power of his spiritual consciousness. He has obviously cultivated to the realm of Nascent Soul Dzogchen!

As long as the time comes, this person can step into the realm of returning to the virtual world!

The three people were obviously at a disadvantage.

Dozens of formation flags were planted around the three people, inserted into the ground according to some mysterious distribution, forming a large formation!

Each formation flag is engraved with extremely complex formation patterns.

Dozens of formation flags stood there, billowing black smoke, isolating the people inside from the outside world!

Normally, this black smoke can not only cut off the monk's sight, but also cut off his spiritual consciousness.

But for Su Zimo, who practices the Secret Code of the Great Wilderness Demon King, this black smoke is like an almost transparent gauze!

I saw this man and two women trapped in the middle of the formation, unable to resist.

Although the two female cultivators were extremely beautiful, they were already dripping with sweat and in a miserable state. The clothes on their bodies were broken into pieces, revealing a touch of white greasy, and the spring color was looming.

One man and two women are both in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but their combat prowess is extremely different!

The two female cultivators were considered very ordinary Nascent Soul Lords, and they were quite disciplined when it came to fighting.

But compared to that man, it was far behind!

Judging from Su Zimo's eyes, this man can be regarded as a genius.

It is already very rare to be trapped in a big formation, lose the geographical advantage, and still be able to deal with ten late-stage Nascent Souls and the Great Perfection of Nascent Souls.

If it weren't for this person's hard support, the three of them would have been defeated and captured long ago.

Su Zimo didn't know anyone on either side.

His eyes turned and fell on the sleeves of the two groups of monks.

Generally speaking, the sect's logo is mostly printed on the cuffs or waist of the Taoist robe.

The sleeves of the ten Nascent Soul Lords were printed with a dark flame, which was very strange and gave off a gloomy aura.

On the other side, printed on the cuffs of a man and two women is a simple and ancient cauldron.

"This tripod..."

Su Zimo murmured softly, recalling with his eyes, this mark was somewhat familiar, he should have seen it somewhere.

"This cauldron is the symbol of Bailian Sect."

The voice of Lord Jihuo sounded, and Su Zimo suddenly realized.

When he first saw this mark, it was on the body of Jihuo Dao Lord under the cold pool of the Canglang Mountains!

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"Nangong Ling, stop insisting!"

In the great formation, the only Nascent Soul Dzogchen Master smiled proudly and said leisurely: "If I hadn't taken pity on the two junior sisters Han Yan and Ruxuan, you would have fallen long ago!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The remaining nine Nascent Soul Lords burst out laughing, their eyes wandering unscrupulously over the two female cultivators.

The two female cultivators, whose clothes were torn, were stared at by so many naked eyes. They were so embarrassed and angry for a moment, and their minds were in turmoil that the magic power in their hands almost collapsed, and they were captured by mistake!

The man named Nangong Ling caught a glimpse of this scene and said quickly: "You two junior sisters, please don't be fooled. This is Wu Yuan's mind-attacking technique!"

"This place is not far from the sect. As long as a fellow sect passes by and reports to the sect, we can be saved!"

After hearing these words, the two female cultivators became much calmer, with firm eyes.

"hehe."

Wu Yuan sneered when he heard this, with murderous intent floating in his eyes, and said: "Nangong Ling, I might as well tell you that this formation is the Hellfire Formation. Now, I am only activating the first layer of the formation - black smoke."

"If I trigger the second level of change in the formation - Hell Fire, you three will be reduced to ashes in less than ten breaths!"

Nangong Ling's expression changed.

He knew that what Wu Yuan said was not a bluff.

When the Hell Fire Formation is really in operation, they will definitely not be able to resist it!

Even now, the black smoke billowing in the formation was pungent and unpleasant. During the battle, it was difficult for them to hold their breath and it was inevitable that they would inhale some.

The ten people opposite them all covered their mouths and noses with special veils, and were not affected at all.

As time goes by, the black smoke they inhale will only increase, their combat power will decrease sharply, and there will be no possibility of escape!

Nangong Ling said loudly: "Wu Yuan, if you have any grudges, you can just point them at me alone, why bother the two of them."

"I'll capture you without any effort, please let them go!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wu Yuan seemed to have heard some big joke and said: "Nangong Ling, you will definitely die today, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"

Wu Yuan glanced at the graceful bodies of the two female cultivators, licked his lips, and said with a sinister smile: "Not only do I want those two things from them, I also want their people!"

"Nangong Ling, when the time comes, I will allow you to watch from the sidelines, hahahaha!"

Wu Yuan's words were extremely vicious. Nangong Ling's face turned ugly. He jumped up on the spot and cursed hysterically:

"Old dog Wuyuan, I am your ancestor for the eighteenth generation!"

"If you dare to challenge me, I'll give you one hand and I can beat the shit out of you!"

Not to mention Wu Yuan and others, even the two female cultivators were stunned.

How can Nangong Ling still have the immortal spirit of a Taoist like this? He is exactly the same as a rogue in the market.

"Ouch!"

In this excitement, Nangong Ling was not aware of it for a moment, and a wound was cut on his body, dripping with blood.

"Fuck your mother!"

Nangong Ling glared at the monk who stabbed him and cursed loudly: "I'm going to die anyway, so I'll curse you enough first!"

Wu Yuan frowned, and then said with a half-smile: "Do you want to shout so that people nearby can hear you?"

"I advise you to give up on this idea. This formation can block the sight of your spiritual consciousness, let alone the sound!"

"To tell you the truth, the communication talisman you secretly released just now has been devoured by the Hell Fire Formation."

Nangong Ling and the others looked ugly.

Wu Yuan said coldly: "What's more, even if someone passes by, they don't know what is happening here. Who dares to meddle in other people's business and get into trouble!"

At this moment, as soon as Wu Yuan finished speaking, another voice sounded, coming from outside the formation.

"I've always liked to be nosy..."