mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 98 War on the Barren Mountain ([-])

The seven sects of Dandan quickly fled back into the formation, and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they looked up and saw the huge formation covering the entire battlefield rising up from the ground, detaining all the foundation establishment disciples on the battlefield.

"Boys of the Demon Flame Sect! Do you want to be refined by the large formation of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Why don't you hurry up and get out of this seat!" The voice of the Xuanhuo Boy shook the air slightly.

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators flew out in streaks of light.Seeing that the situation was not right, some disciples of the Seven Sects immediately flew out with them.

The black-robed youth narrowed his gaze, and a ferocious sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He waved the formation flag in his hand, and a puff of black air spread from the formation immediately, among which were faintly mixed with hundreds of illusory ghosts crying in pain, making a soul-stirring ghost cry.

As soon as the black air appeared, it quickly spread to every corner of the formation like a living thing.

Before a dozen or so Qipai Foundation Establishment could realize what had happened, they were enveloped by the black air and instantly turned into mummified corpses.

"Ah!" A female cultivator from Huangfeng Valley had just cast a spell to protect her whole body, when she was frightened by the ghost in front of her and screamed, pointing at the illusory ghost in the black air and shouted in shock:

"That's Senior Brother Zhou! And Junior Brother Yu from Huadaowu!"

Lu Yunze had just released the pink crystal ball to protect the three of them, when he heard the scream of the female cultivator, he couldn't help but look up.

There happened to be an illusory phantom swimming past him whining and howling. Looking closely at his appearance, it turned out to be Huang Fenggu Lu Tao who had pestered Dong Xuan'er before!
Lu Yunze looked around in horror, the painful ghosts looked very familiar, they were clearly the souls of the monks who died in this battle.

He even saw a lot of strange-looking ghosts in the black air, and after thinking about it for a while, he was startled.

That was the Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator who sacrificed on the side of the Demonic Dao!
These people don't even spare the souls of their own people!

At this time, the black air was spreading, and screams could be heard from time to time in the big formation. Cold sweat broke out on Lu Yunze's forehead.

"Senior Brother Lu...what should I do?" Dong Xuan'er asked tremblingly, her choked up voice was completely gone from the charmingness of the past.

How to do?I fucking want to know what to do?
"Lu Yunze..." Han Li's calm voice came from behind.

"There seems to be something wrong with this large formation. The aura is unevenly distributed. Let's take a look." Han Li said as he handed over a magic weapon like a crystal ball.

Lu Yunze's heart moved, he quickly took the crystal ball, and looked around.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Han Li said.The aura transmission of the entire formation stagnated at certain nodes.

Lu Yunze immediately thought of Zhou Jingtian's shocking sword strike. At that time, many Ghost Spirit Sect disciples died under that sword strike.

"Lu Yunze, what should we do next? Do we have to find a way to notify the alchemy cultivators outside?" Han Li asked solemnly.

Even if there are gaps in a large formation of this level, it cannot be broken by mere foundation-building stage disciples.

Only by relying on the strength of the monks in the alchemy stage can it be possible to break through this large formation.

Lu Yunze took a deep breath, and the murderous eyes of the rich old man flashed in his mind.

"Others are unreliable after all." Lu Yunze said slowly.

Han Li was taken aback, and before he could ask what was going on, he heard a scream not far away.

A few rays of light were trapped deep in the black air, and the aura flashed dimly for a few times before being swallowed by the black air one by one.

There are more than a dozen people driving the magic weapon to rampage in the black air, trying to rescue people.However, as soon as the magic weapon was exposed to the black air, it was instantly eroded and its aura dimmed. After a few flashes, it completely disappeared.

Lu Yunze took a closer look, his pupils shrank immediately, and he raised his hand to release dozens of dark and ferocious puppets.

Dozens of beams of light briefly tore through the black air, and rescued more than a dozen people trapped in it.

"Senior Brother Lu, it really is you!" Junior Sister Zhu brought a few surviving disciples of the Moon Sect, and came up to them in great surprise as soon as they landed.Seeing the redness around his eyes, he almost cried with joy.

"Senior Brother Lu..." The leader of the other group was actually Lin Xuanyue from Huangfeng Valley.She bowed her hands to Lu Yunze with a happy face and saluted, and asked eagerly:
"Senior Brother Lu, my mana is about to run out. I wonder if there is any way for Senior Brother to lead us out."

Lin Xuanyue and the people behind her bowed respectfully, "I promise, I will never drag senior brother down!"

Meeting their expectant eyes, Lu Yunze remained silent without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Lu..." Lin Xuanyue pursed her lips and looked at him pleadingly.

The young monks behind her were at a loss, not knowing what to do.He could only maintain a salute posture without saying a word.

There was a faint suppressed sobbing sound from the crowd.

The black air filled the air again, and everyone was silent until Lu Yunze suddenly let out a long sigh.

He flipped over with one hand, and the red flame flag fell into his hand, and the flames began to burn!
'boom'!
The flames rise up!

The piercing pillar of fire tore through the thick darkness, like a dazzling torch blatantly emitting dazzling light.

A loud shout resounded through the entire formation!
"Lu Yunze, the concealed moon sect, is here! Anyone who wants to survive, come here!"

At the same time, the Qidan faction who managed to escape back into the formation saw the battlefield covered by the formation, and hundreds of seven factions established their foundations trapped in it. Their lives and deaths were unknown, and their expressions changed dramatically.

Among them, the four alchemy cultivators, including Feng Biyun of Feng Yuezong, had the most ugly faces.

"Senior Brother Yue!" Feng Biyun didn't care about the filth inside the sect, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said impatiently to the rich old man:
"The foundation-building cultivators of the seven sects were all trapped in the formation by the evil way. We must go out and break the formation immediately! Otherwise, they will surely die!"

"Junior Brother Feng..." The rich old man glanced slightly and looked up at the black clouds in the sky.

"Go out and break the formation? How can it be so easy? Do you think that boy Xuanhuo and the refining corpses under his hands are all made of mud?"

"Once we step out of the big formation now, we will be besieged by demonic monsters. Not only will the disciples be unable to save us, but we, the alchemy monks who have already lost their vitality, will all be wiped out outside. lost."

The rich old man had no expression on his face, his eyes were as deep as a thousand-year-old well, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

Feng Biyun gritted his teeth angrily, and asked sharply, "Losing? Could it be that we will win if all the foundation-establishing disciples outside are wiped out by the hands of the devil?"

The rich old man stroked his beard lightly, and said calmly:
"Junior Brother Feng, don't forget that the purpose of this battle is to delay the time, so that the fellow disciples in the rear can deploy formations, so as to continue to block the invasion of the magic way. As long as I wait for the monks in the alchemy stage to remain, relying on the formations will consume another ten of them." A few days will never be a problem,"

"At that time, the rear formation should be almost ready. As for the foundation disciples outside, I will ask the sect for merit for them, so don't worry about it, junior."

"You..." Feng Biyun's face turned pale suddenly.

He suddenly realized that the purpose of the person in front of him might not be so pure from the beginning.

"Ask for gong? What kind of gong do you ask for when people are dead? Could it be that fellow daoist Yue still has the ability to pass through the nether world? Then I should ask fellow daoist for advice."

A yin and yang voice suddenly came from behind, and the rich old man knew it without turning his head. Who else could say such a thing except Zhou Chengxian of Huadaowu.

Immediately he frowned, and asked with a smile: "It seems that Zhou Daoyou is quite dissatisfied with my decision. I don't know what you plan to do? Could it be to rescue the trapped Foundation Establishment disciple?"

"Hey... I am a low-level person, how can I have such a great ability? Not to mention that I am very afraid of death, and I dare not risk my life to save people." Zhou Chengxian grinned without hiding it. said.

The rich old man smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"Then why did Fellow Daoist say something sarcastic before?"

Zhou Chengxian smiled coldly, "I just don't like you, can't I?"

"You..." The rich old man's face suddenly changed, and he was about to say something more, but he heard a loud noise next to his ear!
Everyone hurriedly followed the sound.

I saw a big hole was torn open on the black mask!
The crimson flames mixed with beams of light all over the sky and the aura of the magic weapon surged out at the same time.

(End of this chapter)