Chapter 216 Ghost Youzi, Blood Qianqiu, Youjue Formation Flag, Borrow Energy From the Sky!

Cry!

On an endless grassland, dozens of pterosaur-like beasts were circling over Yi Chen's head, emitting piercing screams from time to time.

In the distance, a large group of blood rhinoceros beasts were digging the ground with their hind hooves, staring at Yi Chen and growling.

A pterosaur beast with red eyes suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Yi Chen at a rapid speed, and was then grabbed by a ten-meter-tall silver-white Taoist giant hand, and its head and spine connected to the head were pulled out together like a shrimp head.

"Fuck, you're looking for death!" Yi Chen's angry roar came.

About ten days have passed since he killed the three black-robed robbers. In these ten days, he has been stepping on traps.

He has passed through the strange restrictions of wind ban, water prison, fire prison, etc.

After finally getting out of the forest and coming to this endless grassland, he broke into this "beast ban".

Suddenly, he had a feeling that when the time comes, the world will work together, and when the luck is gone, the hero will not be free.

Too evil.

The spine of the strange ‘pterosaur’ in his hand strangely turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated. Yi Chen looked coldly at the fierce beast hovering in the sky, and seven white light balls slowly rose around him...

Half a day later, the air flickered like ripples, and the ban was broken.

Yi Chen raised his head and glanced at the bright sky, but his heart was in deep doubt.

He always felt that there was an invisible big hand controlling everything in the cave.

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On the plateau.

A mole as big as a mountain rabbit was emerging from the ground. It carefully poked its head out and looked around, looking for possible dangers.

Its sense of smell was excellent, and it could distinguish the smell of various dangerous lives within two kilometers. Its vision was extremely sharp, and it could clearly see the light reflected on the feathers of the golden eagle hovering thousands of meters away.

However, it could not see a white figure slowly emerging behind it.

The figure slowly solidified from illusion, and the invisible force field instantly restrained the mole. With two fingers gently pinching, the white-faced scholar Xue Qianqiu lifted the mole in front of him and grinned, "Not a bad snack."

A stream of blood spurted out of the mole's mouth and sank into Xue Qianqiu's body.

"Fellow Daoist Xue, your taste is still so strong after so many years, why don't you change it." An old dwarf in a black robe appeared from the air and looked at his old friend speechlessly.

"Change? Why should I change? Blood is the source of power."

"Blood is life." The white-faced scholar smiled and stared at Gui Youzi. He stretched out a white finger, "Brother Gui, please look."

A drop of blood dripped from the white-faced scholar's fingertips, turned into a puff of blood mist and fell on a huge rock buried deep in the soil beside him.

The harsh corrosion sound came one after another.

The blood mist turned into blood swallowed up the huge rock in an instant, and it was still spreading all the way down, corroding a deep pit.

Gui Youzi was shocked when he saw this scene. He said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that Brother Xue has cultivated the Blood Falling Yellow Springs Magic to such a level. Brother Xue is ahead of me after all. Now I think he has already stepped half a foot into the ninth level of the Real Person Realm."

"Hehe, after killing these Taoist friends, won't the Ghost Killing Mountain Art be able to go one step further? The ninth level of the Real Person Realm is just around the corner. You are waiting for it."

The white-faced scholar smiled and looked far behind him.

At this time, there were more than ten blood-colored coffins.

The coffin lids were not completely closed.

"That's right."

Gui Youzi smiled freely. He flew in the air and came to a blood coffin. A big man with a leopard head and round eyes was lying in pain inside.

It was Wen Renzhong who had a drink with Yi Chen before.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, the taste of the Netherworld Coffin is not good, a man who knows the times is a hero, what do you think now? Release your soul, let us set a ban, and drive you for me, otherwise you can only be used as a human pill by me and Brother Xue."

"You know, anything is possible in this cave secret realm, do you really want to go all the way?"

The more than ten blood coffins placed on the ground are all real person realm cultivators who were restrained by Gui Youzi and the white-faced scholar with the Youjue formation flag.

The two of them are in cahoots with each other, and their cultivation complements each other. They are actually doing the same "trick" as Yi Chen.

The living soul belongs to Gui Youzi, and the body belongs to Xue Qianqiu. The two of them are not wasted at all.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, I am thinking that your cultivation is not easy, so I persuade you in every possible way. Don't make a mistake."

Living people are naturally more useful than living pills, because the cultivators who have been banned cannot control their life and death. It is not a loss to squeeze their strength at ordinary times and use their lives in times of danger. It is completely worthwhile to use them for a period of time and then practice them alive.

Therefore, Gui Youzi was really reluctant to let Wen Renzhong go.

"Bullshit, I am Wen Renzhong, a nine-foot-tall man. If you don't fly, you are not even as tall as the coffin. I can't even see you, x-on:#￥%" Wen Renzhong bit his back teeth and started to attack.

Bang!

Gui Youzi closed the coffin lid with a dark face.

Don't hit people in the face, and don't expose their shortcomings when scolding them.

The reason why he became a short dwarf now is just because something went wrong when he practiced the Ghost Mountain Slaughter Art. This is the eternal pain in his heart and his reverse scale.

"Mr. Lu, Madam Zhu, what have you considered?"

Gui Youzi came to the two blood coffins with a gloomy face.

In the left and right blood coffins lay a thin scholar and a beautiful woman in colorful clothes.

"Kill me, this is impossible. A real person cannot be insulted." The thin scholar Mr. Lu said in a hissing voice while holding back the pain.

"Fellow Daoist Gui Gui, I am willing to surrender. I am willing to do anything for you."

The colorfully dressed beautiful woman who was at the second level of the True Person Realm cried out in pain.

"Anything? Haha, I'm still short of a flute-playing maid, so I'll ask Madam to take on the role." Gui Youzi's obscene eyes wandered over the colorfully dressed beautiful woman, and his skinny little hands reached into the coffin and grabbed the high part fiercely.

Bomb!

"Madam, you, can't!"

"How can you commit yourself to a dwarf just to save your life." Mr. Lu was horrified.

"What are you talking about, Daoist Fellow Lu? I'm still here." Xue Qianqiu's big face came close to his coffin without knowing when.

"Daoist Fellow Lu, your wife is really... Hey, another big fish has come, Brother Gui, get ready quickly."

A ray of red light suddenly flashed in Xue Qianqiu's eyes.

"How is this person's cultivation?" Gui Youzi frowned.

"With the help of the Youjue formation, as long as it's not Fu Canglong, Nongshanzhu, Xuwuxie and those few people, what do we have to fear?"

"That's true."

The Youjue formation is a formation flag that the two got in an ancient cave when they were exploring the secret realm.

It is divided into the You Flag and the Jue Flag, and each of them holds one.

The You Flag gathers the spirit of ghosts and demons in the underworld, and the Jue Flag blocks the space, greatly weakening the Xuanmen magic.

The two are combined into a formation, which has long been arranged by them on the road that must be passed at the foot of the plateau.

Relying on this Youjue formation, they captured so many cultivators alive.

In this formation, even if it is a cultivator of the ninth level of the True Person Realm, they are not afraid when they join forces.

"Oh, I'm talking about fate!"

"Why do people suffer?"

"Survival, why do people cry for others."

"Fate, why do people go against each other."

"Survival, why do people follow each other."

Humming his hometown folk song, Second-Hand Rose's "Fate", Yi Chen happily came to the bottom of the plateau.

At the top of the plateau, the mist was lingering, and a majestic palace was looming in the mist.

A blood eagle was hovering thousands of meters in the sky, staring at the earth with cold eyes.

"Look at your mother!"

"You dare to fly around the Taoist master without even paying homage to him. You are already asking for death."

Yi Chen's five senses were so amazing after being strengthened many times. Suddenly, a stream of extreme energy flew out of his hand, and the silver-white extreme energy hit the blood eagle like a sniper cannon, and a puff of blood mist exploded in an instant.

"Ah!"

"My eagle!"

"I want him to die! Brother Gui, I want him to die!" Xue Qianqiu, who was ambushing in a secret place, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

It was because of the blood eagle that he had tamed with secret methods and shared vision that he discovered Yi Chen's trace in advance. There were not a few birds in this cave, and he never expected that someone would be so crazy.

"Brother Xue, calm down." Gui Youzi looked indifferent.

"Haha, this place is really good, suitable for messing with people."

"If I lie in ambush here and wait for the opportunity, there will definitely be many demons and ghosts passing by, and I will wait for the opportunity to kill them, isn't it wonderful."

Yi Chen looked at the palace group at the highest point of the plateau and nodded with a smile.

He carefully observed the left and right, and after finding that there was nothing unusual, he stepped up and planned to find a suitable position.

"Oh, I'm talking about fate!"

Humming a hometown song, Yi Chen suddenly found a circle of black ripples spreading out in an instant, and the iron curtain was like an inverted giant bowl covering him.

Gray silk threads hung from the iron curtain from time to time.

Gui Youzi and Baimian Shusheng came to Yi Chen with a sneer.

Yi Chen was silent.

He wanted to mess with people, but he seemed to be messed with.

"It's Yichengzi, who ranks fifth on the Dragon and Tiger List. He's really a young talent."

"We have set up a great formation here. Xuanmen Taoism is not effective. If you surrender, I can still let you live." Guiyouzi said loudly.

"Great formation?"

"Restrain Xuanmen Taoism?"

Yi Chen looked up at the two people in the sky.

His expression suddenly changed from indifference to ferociousness.

"Fuck! I was beaten by Yan all day and got pecked in the eye by Yan!"

"Borrow air from the sky!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal Opens the Sky Light!"

With a roar, the sky light descended, and seven white light balls suddenly appeared around Yi Chen's body and floated upwards.

Adjust your work and rest. I will update once today. My work and rest are a bit irregular recently, which has affected my typing.

Thanks to the reward from the Guangdong boss and the reward from the Yin Yang Pavilion boss Ji Yitian.

The name Yin Yang Pavilion looks so familiar. I even searched it on Baidu. It turned out to be the Goddess Record.

Thanks to everyone for your monthly ticket support, recommendation ticket support, and subscription support. The plot of Zhenwu Temple should be finished within two days.

Can you guess how the Taoist priest got the Tyrant Martial Qi? Haha, he didn't fight and just robbed it.

Some foreshadowings that have been buried for a long time in the Zhenjun chapter are also entering the closing stage. I won't waste the Zhenwu Temple copy, so don't worry.

Thank you again for your support. I bow.