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Chapter 64
There are not many stupid people in Wuzhou Realm.

This is a feeling after Xu Yuan came back.

From the emperor of Nanshu Kingdom to the people, from the rebellious emperor of Shangyuan Kingdom, to the coachman who drives a carriage for a living, to the princes of Linyun Kingdom, they all have weaknesses and immature ideas, but But none of them are stupid people who do things regardless of the consequences.

Therefore, in the face of interests, after listening to Cui Hong's "righteousness" words, those princes also planned to start shameless and prepare to fight in groups.

After all, everyone was going inside to fight, but now there is an aboveboard reason to fight in groups, and they can kill a powerful opponent, so why not do it?

The first person to respond to Cui Hong was the assistant immortal teacher of the third prince Zhao Mingshu.

This man is a tall man, code-named Mr. Li.

Mr. Li stepped forward, held a folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile to Cui Hong: "This fellow Taoist is very right. I think the nineteenth prince is so contemptuous of the battle for the crown prince. Why don't we join hands and let him withdraw? Yunguo has done a good job."

Zhao Mingshu stepped forward and respectfully said to Zhao Lin: "Brother Huang, if you don't mind, let's fight together?"

At this time, he is weak, and the first thing he needs to ensure is that he can enter the third level, so he is extra polite to Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin didn't answer, but turned to the other three princes: "What do you mean?"

The three princes looked at each other, and finally nodded in agreement.

The corner of Zhao Lin's mouth twitched, satisfied with their attitude, he turned to Cui Hong and said, "Let's ask the immortal master to set up the formation."

"Crack! Crack!"

Seeing several princes fighting together, Zou Mi sneered in his heart.

He applauded loudly on purpose, then stepped to Zhao Qian's side, and said to the princes and assistant immortal masters who joined together: "In this case, everyone, come together, we will wait here."

After finishing speaking, Zou Mi squeezed his thumb and index finger, and drew a talisman in the void.

The pattern of this talisman is simple, only a red straight line, scattered in two directions to the sky and the earth.

Just after the talisman was dispersed, the concentration of fire-yang power on Zhao Qian's body increased significantly, to the point where it was visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, some water-white ripples appeared on Zou Mi's body, which was very strange.

Zou Mi started to get serious, Xu Yuan and Li Yanrou also prepared for the battle, always ready to fight.

That Cui Hong didn't seem to hear Zou Mi's anger, half of his face showed simplicity, and said: "I never thought that there is a master of formation among the assistants of the nineteenth prince, and I admire you. Originally, I thought We use more to bully the less, and now it seems that under the formation of the right time, place and people, if we don't cooperate, it will be disrespectful to fellow daoists!"

Xu Yuan was convinced.

He thought he was a cheeky person, but compared with Cui Hong, he felt that he was ten thousand miles behind.

On Zou Mi's side, seeing Cui Hong being so brazen, he laughed angrily, and replied, "Stop talking nonsense, let's make a move."

"Fellow Daoist is generous, so I won't be inked anymore."

Cui Hong turned around, took out an ancient picture of a yellow scroll in his hand, and said to the prince and disciples behind him: "Everyone, please stand within the scope of this picture later and use your inner breath to run this picture. I am not talented, although I don't have the formation skills of this fellow Taoist, but with this map, I ask myself how sure I am of defeating the enemy!"

After finishing speaking, Cui Hong threw the ancient drawing, and the drawing melted when it fell into the ground, turning into a spring of water and spreading out at the feet of everyone.

Seeing such a technique, the princes only felt miraculous, and then integrated their inner breath into it.

But when the Xianmen disciples saw it, their hearts suddenly jumped.

Because they recognized it, this is one of the Nine Supers, the formation of Haiwangzong, Lu Haitu.

The Sea King Sect is best at fighting on water, but the sect itself is in Zhongzhou, not the sea.Therefore, many of their spells are used to construct suitable terrain.

Even in the desert, they have methods similar to Lu Haitu's to improve their combat power.

Cui Hong noticed the unnatural expression of the Xianmen disciple, and smiled slightly.

Very good, there should be no super sect among these people.

Feeling the inner breath constantly coming up from the ground, Cui Hong was not in a hurry to attack, but secretly accumulated energy, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, are you ready?"

Zou Mi didn't say a word, just waved one hand, ready to fight.

Cui Hong chuckled, and took a step, seemingly walking very slowly, but every step produced waves like waves on the ground.

Not long after, the sound of waves crashing on the shore rose from under his feet.

One weight, two weights...

Cui Hong took one step at a time, and stopped after nine steps. Compared with Zhao Qian's, the inner breath in his body was formed, which was thicker and more dangerous.

At the same time that Cui Hong stopped, a trace of uneasiness rose in Zhao Qian's heart.

Before he could figure out why, Cui Hong had already said, "Prince Nineteen, you used the power of fire and yang, but most of the aura here has been changed by me. Your formation is no longer effective."

As he said that, Cui Hong clapped his palm, and a light blue palm print with ripples slowly floated towards Zhao Qian.

The palm print flew very slowly, but Zhao Qian couldn't dodge it, because at some point, pressure hit him everywhere, making him unable to move.

Zhao Qian's heart sank.

Xu Yuan improved his skills and taught him some fighting skills.But at this time, the exercises are useless, the body cannot move, and can only be beaten passively.

Fortunately, Zou Mi was by his side at this time, and he used formations to relieve the pressure on him. At the same time, he stood in front of Zhao Qian and punched Cui Hong's palm print.

Snapped!
Zou Mi's fist made a crisp sound as if it hit a wave of water, and then the wave spread out, but the remaining strength was still there, and it continued to rush towards Zou Mi.

Zou Mi frowned, and punched several times, but he still couldn't break the waves, he could only break them up more and more.

After Zou Mi swung his fist twelve times, Cui Hong suddenly shouted "Go!"
Then, the dense water droplets in the air slapped towards Zou Mi.

Zou Mi snorted coldly, and a cassock appeared on his body to resist the water drop.

The raindrops hit the cassock like jade beads falling on a plate, making ethereal sounds continuously.

But behind this pleasant sound, there is an ever-increasing pressure and impact.

When the raindrops were about to run out, Zou Mi's robes were all broken, and he could only take Zhao Qian to sideways as much as possible to avoid the remaining raindrops.

At this moment, Cui Hong seized the gap where Zou Mi was evading, moved his palms together, and used all the internal energy gathered before.

In just a short moment, there were five palm prints, attacking Zou Mi at an extremely fast speed.

Zou Mi's pupils shrank, unexpectedly, Cui Hong had secretly charged up, and quickly pulled Zhao Qian behind him, ready to hastily meet him.

Seeing this, Cui Hong smiled triumphantly.

This attack was a killer move that he had prepared for a long time, not to mention that Zou Mi was caught off guard, even if he was prepared, it would be impossible to retreat completely.

However, just when Cui Hong thought he had the chance to win, between the palm print and Zou Mi, dozens of layers of cyan Tai Chi suddenly appeared.

This cyan Tai Chi has only a thin layer, like silkworm clothes.

But it is such a thin and light Tai Chi that can perfectly absorb Cui Hong's palm prints and prevent them from spreading.

The Tai Chi was superimposed layer by layer, and the power of the palm print was dissipated little by little.

When Xu Yuan walked in front of Zou Mi, he looked at the weak and pitiful palm prints, and with a light wave of one hand, he dispersed them all.

(End of this chapter)