Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 373 The god will appear!

The seven monks who controlled the formation flag screamed. One of the weaker monks was even twitching, trying to summon his Nascent Soul to get rid of the confinement of the formation flag.

However, the more he struggled like this, the more powerful the spiritual restraint fell from the formation flag, making it impossible to break free.

The merit clone looked at the comrades around him. They were dressed in a decent manner. The formation absorbing everyone's mana was nothing. What he cared about was the other formation hidden in the formation flag.

"What exactly is the plan?"

Rumble!

As the magic power of many monks was absorbed, the momentum of the entire formation surged. After the seven formation flags turned into seven stars, blurry shadows appeared on them.

These phantoms ranged in height from hundreds to thousands of feet, holding different styles of magical weapons in their hands, glaring angrily, and stepped towards the nine-headed Yin Dragon.

Every step that fell caused the void to tremble. When a huge magical weapon fell, even the huge aura of the Yin Dragon was still thrown out, and a large area of ​​​​yin and cold air was broken.

"Haha, Lu will never forget the friendship between fellow Taoists."

Seeing this, Lu Xianhua, who was in charge of the array, laughed loudly, and auras of spiritual light rolled out from his body quickly, forming a purple-light dagger, which penetrated into the dragon head in the middle of the nine-headed Yin dragon.

In an instant, the roar of the nine-headed Yin Dragon that was stabbed by the dagger suddenly stopped, and the cold air surging around it also collapsed.

The sound of "Plop" and "Plop" sounded, and the seven monks in charge of the formation flags were smashed down one by one from the air, their breaths were sluggish, as if they had been hit hard.

The seven people who reacted quickly backed away regardless of the bottom of their own magic power. They each took out blood elixirs, elixirs and other things from the stored spiritual treasures, and stuffed them into their mouths in one breath.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I don't want the thread of rules this time. See you later."

After Pei Yunshan swallowed a piece of elixir, he tried his best to run his skills and rushed towards the entrance.

Although the thread of rules is good, it must be taken with a life.

One person retreated, and the faces of the remaining people also showed panic, and they turned into streams of light and rushed toward the entrance.

The clone of merit is also following these people, but he is not really leaving.

The other six people really wanted to leave, but unfortunately they couldn't.

As soon as the seven people flew to the entrance, the previous formation flags suddenly rose rapidly, creating whirlpools.

In an instant, the seven people screamed one by one, fell from the sky, and were caught in the formation flag.

"Fellow Taoists, help people until the end. Why bother leaving in such a hurry."

At this moment, not only the seven people who controlled the formation flag, but also the remaining four monks who did not control the formation flag were also shocked.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, my sect has always been led by the formation sect."

The tall and thin monk who had been riding the horse for Lu Xianhua before looked at Lu Xianhua with horror on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, our sect will take care of the sect behind you in the future."

Lu Xianhua's expression was calm, and a formation disk flew out, and the seven formation flags re-formed, this time covering the remaining four monks who did not control the formation flags.

"Fellow Taoists, this world is like a fish eating a shrimp. I'm sorry, I am a fish today."

After saying this, Lu Xianhua did not look at Wu Daoyou, the loser. This guy was the first to pick up the formation flag at the beginning, which made the other monks lower their guard a little.

The credit is there, and Mr. Lu is not unworthy of immortality. In the future, he just needs to pay more attention to the Dingyue Sect behind him.

The collection of eleven monks of the same level should be quite large.

Fellow Taoist collectors, he wants all the threads of rules. In a word, they bloom both internally and externally.

Lu Xianhua's words made the ten monks present feel as if they were falling into an abyss. As for the remaining merit clone, he also pretended to be like this.

To put it bluntly, this situation can only show that Lu Xianhua is superior in skills. These monks thought that they could fish in troubled waters with more people, and they also underestimated Lu Xianhua's appetite.

However, he wants them all. He is worthy of being a monk from the Huashen Sect, and he has a huge appetite.

Thinking that he had to work all day long to kill eleven monks, the disciple of Huashen Sect wanted to eat eleven portions in one go.

In addition, this guy is also insidious enough. Eleven monks were trapped in the formation, and seven of them were the flag bearers of the formation. They controlled the formation to suppress the remaining four, so as to drive away the wolves and tigers.

Shen Lian felt that he had to learn this method, it was so inhumane.

Lu Xianhua didn't even look at the monks in the formation, and headed towards the nine-headed Yin Dragon that was positioned far away.

……

"Lu Xianhua, you must die a happy death."

"If you can get out, you must make what you have done public."

The seven monks who controlled the formation flag were completely involved in the formation flag. After the formation started to operate, streaks of light like lightning kept falling down, causing the four monks in the formation to scream in agony.

In such a desperate situation, a few people could only bark helplessly.

The seven formation flags hung high like stars to suppress the turmoil, and Lu Xianhua hung the formation disk high in the sky.

In one of the formation flags, the merit clone is shrouded in circles of formation patterns.

Lu Xianhua hung the formation disk directly in the sky, which highlighted his confidence. This mixed formation method was developed based on the Xuanlian Formation Sect's method of suppressing the sect.

And Lu Xianhua can worship under the sect of Huashen Zun, so his formation skills are naturally not low. Although he has not reached the fourth level high-level, he is also a fourth-level mid-level formation mage.

Just because he couldn't refine a fourth-level high-grade formation didn't mean he couldn't control it.

However, it is not easy even for an array master to advance to the level of spirit transformation. The Xuanlian Formation Sect has three spirit transformation masters, which also means that the sect has three factions.

Even with the size of the Xuanlian Formation Sect, it can currently only support one person to advance to become a god.

Moreover, there is not only support within the sect, but more of a hindrance, so he needs to obtain a large amount of resources from the outside to prepare for his advancement to god transformation.

Shen Lian did not expect that Lu Xianhua would hang the main formation plate high, which just gave him a chance. It would be difficult to completely seize control of the formation. But it is still very possible to do it.

When he noticed that the formation had a second level, he had guessed that the formation might be related to the God Transformation monks of the Xuanlian Formation Sect.

If this guess is correct, according to normal thinking, it is natural to destroy the formation and not allow the God Transformation monk to come, otherwise he will be miserable.

But this is an overlapping space enveloped by the order of heaven and earth. Look at the Yin dragon pretending to be dead.

No need to say more about what it means.

It is estimated that the goal of this Yin dragon from beginning to end is to lure out the old monster who transforms into a god.

It takes a few Nascent Soul monks to return to heaven and earth to squeeze out a few ounces of oil, but how can a god-transformation monk have more oil and water?

Shen Lian speculated that if he dared to blast out the Xuanlian Formation Sect's transformation god, then he would probably be blasted out as well, and it would probably not be easy to get in again.

When the formation using the Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator as the energy source started to operate, seven of them were fighting one by one. Soon, the four cultivators in the formation were vomited blood one by one and began to fall.

Lu Xianhua came to Yinlong from a distance and grabbed the thread of rules with his big hand.

He took the lightning-attributed thread of rules into his pocket first. Although he did not practice thunder, this thing could be exchanged for spiritual objects useful to him by going to the eighteen core cultivation realms.

When Lu Xianhua was about to collect the remaining threads of rules, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the formation.

"who!"

At this moment, the seven-star formation is suspended in the air. The four monks who were suppressed in the formation have long since died, and the remaining seven holding the formation flags have also been reduced to skin and bones.

Stored spiritual treasures one after another, and spiritual treasures whose spirits have been scattered are scattered everywhere.

Lu Xianhua's eyes swept around like lightning, especially after continuously scanning inside and outside the formation, and then a spiritual sword as thin as a cicada's wings flew out from the dantian and slashed towards the void in the distance.

This caused the merit clone that was about to take action to stop and silently retract its feet.

In the dim place in the distance, a tumbling long snake suddenly appeared. It stirred its body and wiped out the incoming sword energy into nothingness.

"Senior Brother Lu, why are you so unkind? If you eat meat, you have to make people drink soup."

A soft voice sounded, and demonic power surged above the rolling snake, and a graceful figure appeared at the head of the long snake.

This monk was naked and didn't care at all about how exposed he was.

"We will share the stored spiritual treasures of the eleven monks equally. I want four threads of rules."

Seeing the evil female cultivator appearing, Lu Xianhua's expression turned ugly, "Quanpanniang, do you think this is still a sect?"

"Giggle, you and I are also senior brothers and sisters in our sect or not. Senior brother wants to advance to become a god, and so does junior sister. You can't let junior sister serve as a concubine for the ancestor all her life, right? Junior sister also wants to play male cultivator. But that old thing..."

"Okay, share it with you."

Lu Xianhua stared at the demon snake and said, "Go on."

Come on, he rolled up four of the threads of rules on the Yin Dragon and threw them towards the witch snake.

But in an instant, something unexpected happened.

The spiritual sword that Lu Xianhua summoned before was slashed in the air, and a sword energy as vast as a galaxy poured down.

At the same time, the demon snake also took action at the same time, and the demonic energy around her body manifested into a thousand-foot-sized black scale monster snake.

The attacks from both sides collided, flooding the surrounding void.

The rolled-up energy swept the mixed formation to the outer area. The merit clone did not expect that the fight with the same disciple would be so fierce, and started to hack the opponent to death.

He won't be able to fix it.

"You bitch, don't think that you want to put pressure on me just because you have been a cannon for Master for a few days."

Lu Xianhua's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he rolled up his natal spiritual treasure, the Talisman Heavenly Sword, and turned it into a thousand swords, directly striking the demon snake girl's body. The hot demon blood, accompanied by a scream, filled the void.

He will kill anyone who stops him from advancing to become a god.

"Lv Xianhua, if you dare to kill me, you won't be afraid of missing our ancestor's important event."

The demonic snake rolled up its body and stretched out its long snake lead to lick the wound. The female cultivator who appeared on it screamed in agony.

The moment the sword light fell into the sky, as these words froze in mid-air, Lu Xianhua looked at the female cultivator coldly.

"roll."

"Disciple, if you dare to hurt your master's wife, wait till I blow your pillow."

Seeing that she had a chance to breathe, the demon snake girl immediately took out something similar to a Hunji Dharma disk.

"you dare!"

Lu Xianhua, who originally wanted to calm down, was shocked when he saw the same formation.

The two formation disks can be combined into one to forcibly summon the hidden ancestor, but the time has not yet come.

Once the ancestor shows up and finds the two of them attacking each other, it will be terrible.

"What are you going to do? Now is not the time!"

The demon snake girl looked pitiful with long hair sticking to her mouth and blood all over her body. She stared at Lu Xianhua and directly injected her demonic power into the formation plate.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the formation disk lit up with golden light.

(End of this chapter)