"Let's be frank. You may not be unfamiliar with the name Xu Xing. I have already found out everything here. There is no point in hiding anything. Do you, a little foundation-building cultivator, think you can stop me?"
As the horse-faced man spoke, a thin long whip appeared in his hand.
Although he was a little vague about the cultivation level of the woman in the formation, he had already inquired about the situation here and guessed that this should be the maid named Ling E.
Zhao Fenglou hasn't come out yet, and if he lets this girl come out, it means that her serious injury has not healed yet, so he will beat Zhao Fenglou out.
If Zhao Fenglou escaped, he would not be able to take all his mortal relatives with him at once, so he would massacre the Zhao Mansion.
At this time, there was silence inside and outside the mansion. Before the spirit moth attacked Li Yan and the others, it had already cast a spell to make all the mortals in the Zhao mansion and several nearby streets fall into a deep sleep.
The horse-faced man lashed out the thin long whip in the air in front of him. The tip of the whip was like a poisonous snake, stabbing straight out with a whistling sound.
"Ding!"
The sound of metal clashing rang out in front of the horse-faced man, and then a spark exploded in the darkness. With just one blow, the entire Zhao Mansion was like an earthquake, and the earth shook violently.
In the formation, the spirit moth holding the bronze lamp looked pale. She knew the gap between herself and the Jindan cultivator, but she still wanted to use the defense of the formation to see if she could fight back.
But after just one blow from the opponent, she could hardly hold the lantern in her hand anymore. An invisible force came from the lantern, making Ling Moth feel short of breath, and her hands and feet became weak.
If this formation was not formed by Zhao Fenglou's soul and all his final cultivation, it would have turned into nothingness in an instant if it was only based on the formation plates and flags on Ling Moth's body.
“Ding ding ding…”
The horse-faced man attacked like a wave!
Blood continued to flow out of the corners of the mouths of the spirit moths in the formation, and their bodies retreated continuously in the void, with the light on their surfaces flickering wildly.
But she was still struggling to hold on. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she certainly didn't want to launch a final attack. If she died, and if she failed to kill Xu Xing, no one in the Zhao Mansion would be spared.
Although she had previously put all the mortals nearby into a deep sleep, she only wanted to kill Li Yan and the other two and then cast a spell to wake them up again.
Xu Xing's unscrupulous attack immediately alarmed the soldiers in the city who were patrolling nearby at midnight.
"who?"
Following a loud shout, a group of soldiers quickly ran towards this side, and they also saw someone taking action in mid-air.
However, in this world, martial arts masters can also fly high, and because of the wind beasts, mortals in the Wind God Continent have seen many martial arts masters flying around.
"You bunch of ants, get out!"
Xu Xing failed to break the opponent's formation after seven or eight consecutive attacks, which made him even more angry.
According to the information he received, Zhao Fenglou might still be in seclusion to remove the poison. No one had seen him for many years. He was just a foundation-building cultivator guarding the Zhao Mansion.
Now that he had found the opponent, he was unable to break the formation defense of a foundation-building cultivator. Xu Xing was already furious, and when he heard a soldier shouting at him, murderous intent suddenly filled his eyes.
A group of ants-like beings dare to scold me.
Xu Xing bent his finger and a ball of fire flew out from his fingertips. When the flame first flew out, it was only the size of a fist, but it grew in the wind and instantly turned into a savage fire dragon.
The fire dragon circled and flew towards the soldiers running down the street. Before the fire dragon touched the soldiers, the houses along the street seemed to be on fire as it passed by, and the red flames shot up into the sky.
"Right now!"
The beautiful eyes of the spirit moth in the formation flashed with light. She knew that her magic power was not enough to withstand the opponent's next attack, and she saw Xu Xing actually attacking the mortal ferociously.
Ling E had been in this city for many years, and she knew many of the soldiers and neighbors.
Seeing the fire dragon attacking from below, Ling Moth was anxious but helpless. The gap between himself and Xu Xing was too big. Even if he wanted to rely on the formation to deal with the opponent, he couldn't do it.
Therefore, there is no such thing as fighting with the opponent for three hundred rounds. She only has one chance. After one strike, success or failure, everything will be over.
Suddenly, a ray of light rose up in the jade hand of Ling Moth that was holding the bronze lamp, and then it became brighter. The white wick "popped" and a green flame shot up.
Then, a shadow suddenly walked out from the wick. The man was wearing a green shirt and his appearance was a little blurry.
At the same time, the magic power in the spirit moth's body began to fluctuate violently, and a look of extreme pain appeared on her face. However, instead of stopping the circulation of the magic power, a decisive look appeared in her eyes.
As her magic power circulated at a high speed, the invisible formation around her also rushed towards Xu Xing in waves. She was going to activate the "Blood Soul-Grabbing Lamp" by self-destructing to complete the final blow.
"Zhao Fenglou? This is..."
Xu Xing in front saw the green-robed shadow walking out of the formation. He was stunned at first, and then he burst into a series of wild laughs.
"Hahaha... This is the power of your soul. You really can't cure my 'Golden Silk Pill Miasma' poison. This is perfect. I can extract your soul and refine your spirit at the same time without too much trouble!"
As Xu Xing spoke, his expression became more and more ferocious.
As the green-shirted phantom walked out of the formation, his figure began to become solid. He turned a deaf ear to Xu Xingzhi's words, and then turned his head to look at the spirit moth in the formation, which had a look of pain on its face.
"You, why bother?"
A long-lost voice sounded in Ling Moth's heart. In an instant, a smile appeared on Ling Moth's face, which was distorted by extreme pain, but blood was already gushing out of his mouth.
She was burning her own blood and essence to make Zhao Fenglou's soul more solid, so that he could exert a stronger combat power.
The second reason was that she wanted to see the more real Zhao Fenglou again, the man who had disappeared for a long time but appeared in her dreams every night.
The next moment, when Zhao Fenglou launched an attack, she would follow it with a self-detonation attack. At the same time, she would also throw all the "moth poison powder" at Xu Xing, achieving her goal in one go.
So while she was burning her blood and essence, she was also struggling to hold on, waiting to see Zhao Fenglou for the last time, waiting for Zhao Fenglou to attack.
It is easy for a monk to self-destruct, but the process of waiting for the self-destruction is the most painful.
A trace of pity flashed in Zhao Fenglou's eyes. He turned around suddenly and pointed a finger at Xu Xing who was flying towards him.
Three breaths of time passed from the time Xu Xing used the "Fire Dragon Technique" to the time Zhao Fenglou pointed his finger out.
And because of the appearance of Zhao Fenglou, although Xu Xing heard a series of hot "crackling" sounds from his "Fire Dragon Technique", he focused all his attention on Zhao Fenglou.
He must capture this man's soul and not let him turn into ashes. He will use his soul as oil to light a real "sky lantern". He will make Zhao Fenglou wail every day, unable to live or die.
The moment he saw Zhao Fenglou appear outside the formation, the thin long whip in Xu Xing's hand suddenly flew out of his hand and turned into a golden chain, which instantly wrapped around Zhao Fenglou.
"Hmph, Zhao Fenglou! My name is Golden Soul, but you left your soul behind to fight me. It's truly a fight between life and death." Feeling the soul-chilling power emanating from the golden chain, Zhao Fenglou couldn't help but frown, for he knew what the other party's famous magic was.
But his golden elixir had already been shattered by then, and only his soul could be condensed by magic.
The outstretched index finger bypassed the golden chain in a blur and pointed at Xu Xing at a faster speed. Even during the attack, a long shadow with a little green light appeared on his fingertips.
He wanted to complete the attack before the opponent's "Soul-Catching Whip" touched his body. At that moment, all his soul power would be consumed and turned into ashes.
Zhao Fenglou let the golden chains wrap around his body. In the formation, the spirit moth tried hard to support its body and keep its magic power on the verge of exploding.
Ever since Zhao Fenglou appeared, her eyes had never left him for a moment, and all the pain seemed to have gone with the wind.
At this moment, suddenly an invisible force imprisoned the three people at the same time, locking them firmly in place. The magic power of the three people completely disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, a long voice was heard.
"Immortals and mortals have different paths. You abuse your magical powers and should be killed!!"
As this voice sounded, three other figures suddenly appeared above the heads of the three people, and the person who spoke was a burly man.
Zhao Fenglou's soul was the most sensitive to the outside world. The aura that was originally condensed in his body actually made him feel a fear from the depths of his soul when this big man spoke.
His aura quickly weakened under the suppression of that unrivaled force.
He raised his head with difficulty, and the burly man's eyes swept over him. Zhao Fenglou felt that his soul was about to shatter under this look, and he was extremely shocked.
His soul only has one chance to appear, so he used a secret technique to seal himself. As a result, he has no idea what is happening in the outside world, let alone knows Li Yan and the other two.
When he was summoned by the spirit moth, he knew it was time for him to launch his final attack.
Being restrained in an instant, Zhao Fenglou suddenly lost all hope. He didn't know whether these three people were enemies or friends, but he definitely didn't know them.
"Nascent Soul cultivator!" he muttered to himself.
And at this moment, a voice was heard.
"senior!"
In the formation, the surging aura of the spirit moth was suppressed by a gentle force, and her burning blood could no longer continue to burn.
At the same time, she felt a cool sensation in her mouth, as if someone had injected a pill into her mouth. The injuries in her body instantly healed a lot, and she was able to speak again.
She felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and when she saw the three people appearing in the air, she couldn't help but exclaimed.
But Li Yan just glanced at her and then set his eyes on Xu Xing. Xu Xing still maintained the posture of lunging forward, and the golden chain flying in the air in front of him was also restrained by an invisible force.
But he was still able to turn his head, and after a glance around, he suddenly discovered that although the fire he created swept across the entire street, none of the houses below were burned down, as if they were protected by an invisible force.
The soldiers who had rushed over also stood still where they were. No one died either. They were looking upwards with horror on their faces. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that the people above could drive fire like dragons. They must be immortal cultivators.
Xu Xing's eyes spun rapidly, knowing that he had encountered a high-level monk.
"Senior, my master is..."
But before he could finish his words, a ball of fire suddenly rose from his body and instantly engulfed him. Xu Xing didn't even let out a scream, and completely disappeared from this world with his unfinished words.
Zi Kun and Qian Ji showed disdain in their eyes. It was almost a dream for them to talk any more nonsense in front of Li Yan.
When Li Yan treats someone he thinks deserves to die, he won't give them any chance to speak and will just kill them directly.
"Why attack a mortal?!"
In Li Yan's mind appeared the old and young women and children sleeping in the house, as well as the terrified soldiers below. He silently said something in his heart.
Then, he waved his sleeves, and the fire dragon on the street turned into nothingness with a whimper, and the soldiers fainted immediately.
Fortunately, Xu Xing's attack was very quick, and only the patrolling soldiers nearby heard the noise. Within five or six breaths, everything returned to calm.
Otherwise, Li Yan would have to work hard to make more people lose their memories of tonight.
At the same time that Li Yan killed Xu Xing with a wave of his hand, the restraints outside Zhao Fenglou and Ling E's bodies also disappeared without a trace, and they regained their freedom in an instant.
"Thank you for your help, senior!"
Zhao Fenglou immediately knelt down in the air. Although Li Yan did not say anything more, everything in front of him had already shown Li Yan's attitude.
At this moment, a flash of light appeared, and the spirit moth flew to Zhao Fenglou's side, bowing deeply to Li Yan and the other two. Then, it looked towards Zhao Fenglou.
"I didn't want to take action. You should settle the grudges between the monks among yourselves, but this man is killing mortals indiscriminately!"
Li Yan spoke calmly, as if he was explaining to the other party, but also as if he was talking to himself.
"No matter what, I still want to thank you, Senior. I am no longer able to repay you for your kindness. I can only wish you and my two Taoist friends a smooth and endless journey to immortality!!"
Although Zhao Fenglou had lost his physical body, he was still able to sense the cultivation of Qianji and Zikun, and his words were filled with endless desolation and sincerity.
As for Li Yan's cultivation level, he didn't need to sense it at all. The cultivator who could destroy Xu Xing with just a wave of his hand must be at least a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.
"Okay, you don't have to waste any more time!"
Li Yan waved at him.
Zhao Fenglou certainly understood what Li Yan meant. He had just lifted the seal, and the soul could no longer condense back into the bronze lamp.
He would either be killed in the previous attack, or he would have a chance to enter the reincarnation path later. Now was the best ending, and he could be reborn again.
As for whether he will be a human or a demon in his next life, or whether he will have spiritual roots and can embark on the path to immortality again, Zhao Fenglou doesn’t care. He is already very satisfied.
"Why did you do that just now?"
Zhao Fenglou glanced at the spirit moth who was still holding the bronze lamp.
"Without you saving me that time, I wouldn't be where I am today. You've allowed me to live many more years!"
Ling Moth stared at Zhao Fenglou without blinking. She knew this was the last time they would see each other and she was reluctant to waste even a moment of her time.