Chapter 150: Formation
Boundary battlefield.
At the bottom of an extremely hidden cliff.
Two long rainbows flew over in an instant and landed next to a huge protruding rock underground.
They were two indifferent old men.
They put away their flying magic tools, looked behind the huge rock, looked at each other, and then nodded.
"Brother Qi Tong, you should call Brother Wu Chan. I had some rifts with him last time because of a small matter, and now he is probably still angry with me."
One of the slightly fat red-faced old men, with a thin black mist lingering around his body, said lightly with a fake smile.
Another skinny old man with a slender figure nodded and was about to speak when a cold and feminine voice suddenly came from behind the huge rock:
"Qi Tong, Ran Ming, what's the matter? Have you two found an opportunity to break through? How can you find the leisure to find my temporary cave?"
Hearing this, the slightly fat red-faced old man Ran Ming who had just spoken snorted lightly, but did not say anything, but only glanced at the skinny old man Qi Tong next to him.
Qi Tong coughed dryly and immediately told Wu Chan the conditions offered by the six commanders of the Mist Hidden Realm.
After that, no one spoke again.
Wu Chan seemed to be in careful consideration.
After a while, Ran Ming had already revealed some impatience.
He snorted again and was about to ask, when Wu Chan's feminine and cold voice suddenly came from behind the huge rock: "You go, I, Wu Chan, will not participate."
"Brother Wu Chan, you... this is a rare opportunity to break through the foundation and condense the golden elixir. You gave up so easily?"
The slender and thin old man Qi Tong seemed a little puzzled.
"Go quickly, don't say more. Since I have made up my mind, I can't participate."
Wu Chan continued to issue the order to expel the guests coldly.
The slightly fat red-faced old man Ran Ming immediately said angrily: "Brother Qi Tong, let's go. I don't believe that without him, so many of us can't take down the black-robed man."
The thin old man Qi Tong had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and under the pull of the angry red-faced old man Ran Ming, he left the bottom of the cliff.
Wait for the two to leave.
Wu Chan, sitting cross-legged in a stone cave, looked at his broken arm wound cut off by Yang Che with a cold look, feeling angry and bitter.
If it were normal, he would definitely not miss such a great opportunity when these two people invited him.
But after losing an arm, his mentality also changed subtly, and he became more cautious and timid in everything.
And he has put killing Yang Che first.
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In the boundary battlefield, Yang Che, wrapped in a black robe, with only his eyes exposed, and casting the "zero illusion", was chasing several star-marked beasts that were desperately fleeing.
In this boundary battlefield, when he appeared in a black robe, he would only deliberately cast dark attribute skills and spells, as well as the ancient blood corpse "Mi", and even the winged fire dragonfly.
Of course, there is no limit to the use of extreme power.
With his current cultivation, if he does not encounter a five-marked star beast, all other star-marked beasts in this boundary battlefield will only be crushed and slaughtered when they meet him.
Soon, a large group of star beasts appeared in front of them.
The few lone star beasts saw it and ran into the group of star beasts even more desperately.
Yang Che's expression was as indifferent as usual. Facing the surging group of star beasts, he did not show any strange color.
His mind moved.
Thousands of winged fire dragonflies immediately poured out from the illusory magic stone space.
Accompanied by the dense and overwhelming sound of "buzzing", the winged fire dragonflies faced the group of star beasts and rushed directly.
The strange "rustling" gnawing sound sounded densely.
Soon, the group of star beasts in front of them disappeared strangely, and not even a bone residue was left.
Yang Che waved his hand, and all the winged fire dragonflies were collected back into the magic stone space.
The power of the winged fire dragonflies that advanced again has undoubtedly become more terrifying.
Yang Che frantically killed the star beasts and obtained more and more extremely hard "scale crystal" materials.
Soon, there were still five days left before the one-year deadline of the boundary battlefield.
On this day, Yang Che was still killing the Star Pattern Beast, but suddenly he sensed eight strong auras approaching him quickly.
All eight were late-stage foundation-building cultivators, and six of them were at the peak of the late-stage foundation-building aura.
Yang Che's face was stern, and countless thoughts quickly passed through his mind.
The "speed" magical power of the Flash Cloud Boots under his feet was activated, and Yang Che ran towards a bare stone mountain in the boundary battlefield at an incredible speed.
After entering the stone mountain, he quietly took out the flying fire needle while running and stabbed it into a hidden place on the rocky ground.
After a while, Yang Che stabbed all 360 flying fire needles into the underground mud and rocks according to strange directions.
"Not good. He wants to escape."
In the distance, there was an old man among the flying figures. After shouting loudly, a black mist turned into a ghost and instantly shot towards Yang Che.
Yang Che pretended to be weak and was deliberately hit by the ghostly black fog, then stumbled and ran behind a big rock.
"Be careful, there is a trick. This man is very cunning, and he also has a very strange ancient blood corpse."
Xu Haijing, who had been following the crowd and seemed very cautious, immediately reminded him.
"Humph. I want to see if the cultivators in the Seven Alliance Realm are really powerful."
The first one to catch up was the slightly fat red-faced old man from the Demon Sect, Ran Ming.
This old man has the peak cultivation of the late foundation building period, and the black air is lingering around him, with an amazing momentum.
"Go."
Ran Ming shouted loudly, and several ghost soldiers formed by black fog, holding black spears, stabbed directly at the boulder where Yang Che was.
With a loud bang, the boulder shattered.
Yang Che easily avoided it with the Broken Wind Shadow.
He glanced and found that only Xu Haijing had not entered the range he circled with the Flying Fire Needle.
After a moment of hesitation, Yang Che ran among the boulders again, as if he wanted to escape from here.
"Xu Daoyou, Hai Daoyou, why are you dawdling? If you don't do it, this person will escape."
After Ran Ming found that Yang Che's speed was a bit weird, he immediately shouted angrily to the people behind him.
Xu Haijing, who had been thinking that he could capture the black-robed man without doing anything, saw that the demon cultivator was angry, and cursed in his heart and sped up.
Yang Che looked back and saw that Xu Haijing had finally entered the range of the Flying Fire Needle, so he immediately laughed several times and his body suddenly stopped.
"Get up."
Yang Che shouted loudly.
Suddenly, the surrounding black light flashed rapidly, and countless black light pillars shot up into the sky. Almost in the blink of an eye, a huge black light shield was formed, covering everyone inside.
The cultivators changed color.
The middle-aged male and female cultivators who were not far from Xu Haijing and had been close together, like a pair of Taoist companions, immediately took out their magic tools and tried to break the light shield.
However, after trying, their faces changed again, and they looked at the others in some horror.
At this moment, a scream of "Ah" was heard.
The slightly fat red-faced demon old man Ran Ming had been pierced through the eyebrows by Yang Che without knowing when.
A gloomy chill instantly surged into the hearts of the cultivators.
"Everyone, don't hide it anymore, quickly take out the treasures at the bottom of the box, and attack together."
Another demon cultivator, the slender and thin old man Qi Tong, shouted loudly, and at the same time, he felt a chill of "the rabbit dies and the fox mourns".