Chapter 894 Golden Flame

"Um?"

The expressions of the monks in the formation changed.

No one expected that just after Wu Yuan finished speaking, the Hell Fire Formation could isolate the sound transmission of spiritual consciousness, and a voice came in from the outside.

This is really ironic.

What makes Nangong Ling and the others happy is that the person seems to be here to help them!

As the controller of the Hell Fire Formation, Wu Yuan can naturally see the situation outside through the billowing black smoke.

Wu Yuan took a look and saw that there was only one person outside.

Moreover, his cultivation level was in the late Nascent Soul stage, so he felt a little relieved.

The Nascent Soul Lord next to him looked at Wu Yuan with murderous intent on his face, and made a beheading gesture towards the outside!

Wu Yuan shook his head.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something strange about the person coming, which was hard to describe.

He didn't want to cause trouble, he just wanted this person to leave as soon as possible.

"Fellow Taoist, I would like to advise you to stay out of your own business! You can't take care of this matter!" Wu Yuan said coldly, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"Fellow Taoist, we are disciples of Bailian Sect. Please help us go to Bailian Sect to seek help. This kindness will be unforgettable and I will thank you greatly in the future!"

Nangong Ling quickly shouted for help.

Wu Yuan sneered and said, "I said, your voice can't be heard, and he can't hear it either!"

"I can hear it."

The voice outside sounded again, with a hint of joking.

"How can it be!"

Wu Yuan's expression changed slightly and he frowned.

Not only can this person's voice be transmitted into the formation, but the voices within the formation can also be heard?

So what secrets does this Netherworld Formation have in this person's eyes?

At this moment, the person outside smiled softly and said calmly: "Your formation is full of loopholes. In my eyes, it is no different from a transparent one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person stretched out his palm, grabbed a formation flag inserted into the ground, and pulled it out with a little effort!

Only when these dozens of formation flags fall in specific positions can they form a large formation.

As long as one is removed, the formation will disappear naturally.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the billowing smoke disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Ling and others looked sideways and saw a figure standing not far away, with black hair and a green shirt, a rough face, and a weathered face, as if he had just experienced a long journey.

This man in green shirt was only in the late Nascent Soul stage. He didn't look out of the ordinary, and there were no signs of any major sect or power on his sleeves.

Nangong Ling and the others were slightly disappointed.

One of the women looked anxious, and while resisting the flying swords of the surrounding magical weapons, she shouted loudly: "My name is Ruxuan, remember it, go to Bailianmen for help!"

Seeing that the man in green shirt was motionless, Ruxuan couldn't help but urge: "Go quickly! What are you doing standing there stupidly? You won't even be able to run away in a while!"

Wu Yuan's face was gloomy. The Dark Fire Formation was gone. Nangong Ling and the others would see the light of day again, which would inevitably add countless variables.

"Deal with them as soon as possible, life or death!"

A flash of determination flashed in Wu Yuan's eyes, and at the same time, his spiritual consciousness sent a message, asking one of the Nascent Soul Lords to come forward and stop the man in green shirt not far away.

"kill!"

Wu Yuan led eight Nascent Soul Lords to surround Nangong Ling and the others, preparing to use all his strength to kill the three of them completely to prevent other incidents.

On the other side, a True Lord Nascent Soul was walking towards the man in green shirt, with an expressionless face, secretly holding a spell in his hand, preparing to kill him with one blow!

The man in green shirt smiled slightly at this person.

Just as this person was about to take action, he felt his eyes blur, green shadows flashing, and a suffocating breath coming towards his face!

"you……"

As soon as this person said a word, his eyes went dark, and there was a sharp pain in his mind. Then his consciousness sank and he completely lost consciousness.

A headless corpse fell into a pool of blood with a plop.

"ah!"

One of the female cultivators couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw this scene.

Wu Yuan slowly turned around and stared at the corpse on the ground, his pupils shrinking slightly!

too fast!

They had just surrounded Nangong Ling and the others, but before they took action, the battle over there was already over!

There is no complicated process.

The man in green shirt stepped forward and smashed his opponent's head into pieces with one palm!

Simple, clean and neat!

Wu Yuan suddenly realized that the person coming was very troublesome!

If they don't handle it properly, they may be in trouble!

Wu Yuan raised his head slightly and signaled to the remaining eight Nascent Soul Lords to surround Nangong Ling and the others and get rid of them as soon as possible.

With a flash of consciousness, he had already put back the dozens of formation flags planted on the ground!

"Friend, if you hit the door of hell yourself, then you can't blame me!"

Wu Yuan's eyebrows flickered, huge spiritual consciousness poured into the formation flag, and he raised his big hand.

Dozens of formation flags shot through the air, and the runes on the flagpoles emitted a strange light, mysterious and mysterious. With a sudden sound, the flagpoles ignited with blazing flames!

This flame shone with a dark light, as if it were the underworld fire from hell. Although it was burning, it exuded a cold atmosphere!

"It's the Spear of Hellfire!"

Nangong Ling's expression changed and he exclaimed.

Another female cultivator who remained silent had her eyebrows furrowed and her expression worried. She couldn't help but remind her: "Fellow Taoist, be careful. This method is very powerful and cannot be overturned."

The woman's voice was gentle and sweet, like gurgling water, which was very pleasant to the ear.

"Haha, I'm reminding you now, it's already too late!"

Wu Yuan sneered, squeezed the magic weapon, and shouted: "Condensation!"

call!

Dozens of formation flags were in front of the man in green shirt, quickly moving closer together, as if they were fused into one body, condensing into a huge spear burning with netherworld fire, crossing the void!

The man in green shirt looked at the thrusting spear, tilted his head slightly, his eyes flickered, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he was a little lost.

"It's over!"

Seeing this scene, Nangong Ling's heart sank completely.

I finally met a monk, but he turned out to be a reckless man who didn't know how to live or die.

“This reckless man’s heart is too big!”

Ruxuan complained: "How can anyone get distracted during the battle! How did this person reach the Nascent Soul realm?"

Seeing that the huge Hellfire Spear was about to pierce the head of the man in blue.

"well."

The woman with a melodious voice sighed softly and turned her head slightly, as if she couldn't bear to look.

At this moment, the man in green shirt seemed to react, suddenly stretched out his palm and snapped his fingers.

call!

A ball of golden flame suddenly appeared on the fingertips of the man in green shirt.

This golden flame is only the size of a fist.

But it exudes a holy and flawless aura, and as soon as it is released, it completely dispels the cold aura around it!

The man in green shirt looked at the golden flames on his fingertips and seemed very happy. He grinned and then flicked his fingers.

The golden flames floated and collided with the Spear of Hell Fire!

Bah!

The Nether Fire burning on the spear was extinguished almost instantly!

Of course, the golden flame also dissipated.

Wu Yuan looked shocked.

Such a small ball of flame can actually annihilate the raging fire on the spear. What kind of flame is it?

In addition to shock, there was also a hint of doubt in the eyes of Nangong Ling and the others.

The golden flame of the man in green shirt was extremely sacred, completely different from the flame they practiced, but they felt a resonance in this flame!

In the Hundred Refining Sect, only monks who practice that kind of technique can have this kind of resonance with each other!

And that kind of skill can never be spread to outsiders!