"Come on, follow me to meet the enemy. I want to see how they capture this stronghold."
Song Wei's face turned cold and she flew out.
A huge white light curtain covered an area of hundreds of miles. There was a white lotus pattern on the surface of the white light curtain. A large amount of white snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, and the temperature was frighteningly low.
Han Changming, Han Debiao, Hong Yusen, Hong Yuwen and a burly man in silver shirt attacked the white light curtain.
The body of the big man in silver shirt was wrapped in countless silver arcs of electricity, emitting a terrifying spiritual pressure.
Hong Yilong, a cultivator with thunder spiritual roots, is in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm.
The three refining masters of the Hong family joined forces but were unable to capture this stronghold. They never expected that Han Changming and Han Debiao would quickly capture the Qianxin mine and come to support them.
If the Han family wants to occupy the Qianxin mining vein permanently, they must destroy the Feiyue Sect, otherwise they can only mine some Qianxin ore at most.
Qianxin Jade is not that precious. In comparison, the belongings of the Lianxu cultivators are more precious.
They killed Zhou Yanghong and obtained three Dharma materials, fifty-five top-grade spirit stones, twelve celestial spiritual treasures, some treasures listed on the Star Domain Divine Weapon Ranking, and some materials for refining weapons and elixirs.
I don’t know how much Qianxin jade these things can buy. The mined ore needs to be refined before it can be sold, which takes a long time.
Han Changming urged the Golden Eyed True Child to find the weak point of the formation, and they attacked the weak point of the formation together.
A rumbling explosion sounded, and the dazzling spiritual light submerged half of the white light curtain, which shook slightly.
A huge thundercloud floated in the sky, with lightning and thunder. Thick silver lightning could be seen striking down and landing on the white light curtain, which swayed gently.
Hong Yusen made a pinch of his magic formula and countless green vines grew out of the ground, like long green whips, which slapped the white light curtain, making a muffled sound.
There is a shadow of a Confucian scholar above Hong Yuwen's head, holding a jade pen in his right hand, and his Dharma image is condensed to two-tenths.
The phantom of the Confucian scholar gestured in the air with his right hand, and a giant green crane appeared. The green crane flapped its wings gently, and a large green wind blade burst out and hit the white light curtain.
The shadow of the Confucian scholar made some movements with the jade pen in his hand. A giant red falcon appeared, opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of red flames, heading straight for the white light curtain.
Five Void Refining monks attacked the formation, the ground shook violently, and the white light curtain rippled and twisted.
At this time, Song Wei also rushed out.
Seeing Han Changming and the other four attacking the formation, Song Wei's face darkened, and she hurriedly took out a formation plate that was flashing white light and entered one spell after another. More than a dozen Jindan cultivators each took out a white formation plate and entered one spell after another.
The cold wind was blowing hard, and countless white snowflakes were blown together and condensed into three huge white icemen with blurred features, as if they were carved from a huge block of ice.
The formation of this stronghold is not a purely defensive one, it also has offensive functions and makes use of the terrain. Otherwise, Hong Yusen and the other two would have captured this stronghold long ago.
"I'll take care of them! Just focus on breaking the formation as quickly as possible. The longer you delay, the more likely it is that reinforcements from Feiyue Sect will arrive."
After saying this, Hong Yuwen activated his Dharma image to attack the three white ice men.
The green crane flapped its wings gently, releasing a large green wind blade, which hit the white ice man's body. There was a muffled "clang" sound, and shallow cuts appeared on the white ice man's surface. However, soon, a white cold air emerged from the white ice man's surface, and the cuts disappeared.
Hong Yuwen shook his sleeves, and a book gleaming with silver light flew out. He entered a spell, and the silver book opened, revealing a large amount of silver text.
He entered several spells, and the silver characters all lit up. Countless silver characters poured out and broke away from the pages of the book. After a few turns, they suddenly condensed and turned into a spear shining with silver light, rushing straight to the opposite side.
With a dull sound, the silver spear pierced through the bodies of the three white ice men, turning into countless white ice cubes scattered on the ground. A white cold wind swept past, and three white ice men appeared and walked towards them again.
As long as the formation is not broken, the white ice man cannot be killed and will live forever.
The white snowflakes were blown by the strong wind and turned into two-foot-long white ice swords, which attacked Han Changming and others from all directions.
As soon as the white ice swords got within a hundred feet of them, dense green vines smashed them to pieces.
While controlling the formation, Song Wei activated her Dharma image to attack Han Changming and the other four.
Other Feiyue Sect disciples either used their magical powers or controlled their treasures to attack Han Changming and his four companions.
As a result, Hong Yusen and Hong Yuwen had to free up their hands to resist, and Han Changming and the other two broke the formation.
This is also the reason why they were unable to break the formation. Hong Yusen had brought more than a dozen people from the Huashen clan to help, but they were all killed by the disciples of the Feiyue clan.
In a fight of this level, a Divine Transformation cultivator cannot be of much help.
"Friend Han, don't hold back, and make this a quick and decisive battle."
Hong Yilong urged, and as he made a gesture, a sharp thunder sound came from the sky. A thick lightning pillar with a diameter of thirty feet fell from the sky and struck the white light curtain.
With a loud rumbling sound, the white light curtain shook violently, and the powerful air wave shattered a large amount of white snowflakes.
Han Changming pinched his fingers and the Golden Flame Peak lit up with dazzling golden light. A large piece of golden flame surged out and smashed into the white light curtain.
A yellow sand dragon shook its head and tail and pounced towards the white light curtain.
The Golden Dragon Soul-Slaying Axe in Han Debiao's hand burst into a dazzling golden light and slashed towards the white light curtain. At the same time, the human-shaped phantom above his head moved his arms, and accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, dense black fist shadows shot out, like a turbulent black river, rushing towards the white light curtain.
After a deafening roar, the white light curtain flashed wildly like a bubble and suddenly shattered.
"impossible!"
Song Wei exclaimed, her face full of disbelief. With this formation, they had repelled the enemy's attacks several times.
The Hong family attacked this stronghold again. Not only did they adjust the direction of attack, but they also had the help of Han Changming and Han Debiao. Song Wei thought she could wait until the reinforcements arrived, but who would have thought that the formation would be broken so quickly.
Could it be that the enemy had a sixth-level formation master? He had found the formation's weak point all at once? Or had the enemy discovered the formation's weak point and launched a tentative attack before
As the formation was broken, thousands of thick silver lightning bolts struck down and headed straight towards Song Wei and the others.
A burst of screams was heard, and dozens of Feiyue Sect disciples were struck by silver lightning, turning into ashes without leaving any trace.
Song Wei sacrificed a round bead that was shining with white light. After it flew around her, it turned into a thick white light curtain that covered Song Wei's entire body.
Dense silver lightning struck on the white light curtain, making a muffled sound, and the light of the white light curtain became slightly dim.
A huge yellow sand dragon pounced and instantly appeared in front of Song Wei.
Song Wei pinched her fingers and the shadow of the woman above her head emitted a white light, which hit the yellow sand dragon. The yellow sand dragon immediately froze, and the ice layer spread rapidly, turning the yellow sand dragon into a white ice dragon.
The white ice dragon fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Countless yellow gravels flashing with light rolled out. After all the yellow gravels lit up, they turned into a burly yellow giant who moved his fists and smashed towards Song Wei.
The female shadow stretched out her arms towards the void, and a white halo swept out, covering the yellow giant.
The yellow giant's body quickly froze and remained motionless.
A three-colored fire python with a thick waist pounced over, emitting an astonishingly high temperature, and the ice on the surface of the yellow giant's body quickly melted.
Song Wei quickly took out a small mirror that was flashing white light and cast a spell. The white surface of the small mirror suddenly lit up, emitting a white light that covered the yellow giant and the three-colored fire python.
Their bodies quickly froze and turned into ice.
There was a sharp sound of thunder in the sky, and a thick lightning pillar with a diameter of more than thirty feet fell from the sky and struck the white light curtain, submerging Song Wei's figure. Some nearby Feiyue Sect disciples let out a scream and turned to ashes.
Multiple stick shadows fell from the sky like towering mountains and disappeared into the white light curtain. A miserable woman's scream was heard and Song Wei flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her face was pale. A shield flashing white light blocked her body. If the white shield had not blocked a lot of damage, she would have died.
The disciples of Feiyue Sect realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but the ground generated a strong suction force and their bodies fell toward the ground uncontrollably.
Dense green vines broke out of the ground and transformed into green steel whips, which slapped towards the Feiyue Sect disciples. Thick silver lightning also struck from the sky.
Screams rang out one after another, and all the disciples of Feiyue Sect were killed. As soon as their Nascent Souls left their bodies, they were struck by silver lightning and turned into ashes.
Song Wei felt something was wrong and white light emanated from her body. At this moment, the void above her head fluctuated and a huge yellow hand appeared, slapping Song Wei's crown like lightning.
Song Wei's body emitted white light, covering the yellow hand. The yellow hand quickly froze and its falling speed slowed down. She opened her mouth and spurted out a white flag, which swayed in the wind. Countless white cold air rushed out, and countless white ice cones flew out and defeated the yellow hand.
Another loud thunder sounded, and a huge silver lightning pillar fell from the sky and struck Song Wei.
Song Wei was so frightened that her soul flew away. She wanted to dodge, but her body was as heavy as a thousand pounds and she couldn't avoid it at all. She could only take it head-on.
She opened her mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which sank into the white flag. The white flag burst into a dazzling white light and turned into a white tornado, rushing forward.
With a loud rumbling sound, the white tornado defeated the silver lightning pillar. The powerful air wave shattered the ground within a radius of ten miles. Buildings collapsed, grass and trees turned into sawdust, and soil and rocks cracked.
A huge golden axe fell from the sky and chopped the white tornado into pieces. The white tornado turned into a white flag and flew backwards. Just as Song Wei was about to be chopped in half by the golden axe, a bloody hand appeared out of thin air and held up the golden axe.
"Five Void Refining cultivators attacked our Feiyue Sect's stronghold. They really think highly of us."
A cold male voice sounded.
Just as he finished speaking, three men and one woman flew over from a distance, leading them was a burly man in black, with a square face and big eyes, bronze skin, and a strong murderous aura emanating from him, and it was obvious that he had reached the late stage of the Refining Void Realm.
"Ximen Lang!"
Hong Yusen's face darkened and he exclaimed.
Ximen Lang is a famous master of the Blood Demon Sect, and he actually took action himself.
Except for Ximen Lang, the weakest of the other three has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm and is very powerful.
Ximen Lang was ordered to support Feiyue Sect. He was mainly responsible for dealing with Han Changming and achieving the goal of severely damaging the Zhao family. No matter how many refining cultivators he killed, they were not as good as killing Han Changming, because Han Changming was able to refine top-grade elixirs.
"Fellow Daoist Ximen, you came just in time. They led a team to attack our Feiyue Sect's stronghold."
When Song Wei saw Ximen Lang, she was overjoyed.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, I leave it to you. Don't leave any of them alive."
Ximen Lang said coldly. An astonishing murderous aura burst out from his body. The temperature nearby dropped rapidly. The three Void Refining Monks could not help but shiver, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Han Changming always felt that Ximen Lang was staring at him. He felt a little scared, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"Split up and run away. Whether you can escape depends on luck."
Hong Yusen said in a voice transmission, and with a pinch of magic, the ground shook violently, and countless green vines grew out and hit Ximen Lang and others.
At the same time, countless yellow spots of light emerged from the void and turned into a huge yellow rock, falling towards the ground.
There was a deafening thunder from the sky, and thousands of thick silver lightning bolts struck down from the sky, heading straight towards Ximen Lang and others.
Ximen Lang and others cast spells to resist, and there were constant roars and rolling air waves.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Changming and the other four turned into five beams of light and flew towards different places.
Among the five of them, three were in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm, and two were in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm, while the enemies were in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm and one was in the late stage of the Void Refinement Realm. They were no match at all and could only run away.
Who knows if there will be reinforcements later? Let's run first.
After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated.
Ximen Lang and his five companions were safe and sound. They dispersed tacitly and chased after Han Changming and his five companions.
Ximen Lang turned into a black beam of light and chased Han Changming. His cultivation was higher than Han Changming's, so his escape speed was faster.
A large number of yellow light spots emerged from the void and turned into huge yellow rocks, smashing towards Ximen Lang.
Ximen Lang shook his sleeves, and a round wheel with flashing black light shot out, defeating the attacking yellow boulder. He gently slapped the air with his right hand.
A ripple appeared above Han Changming's head, and a huge dark hand appeared out of nowhere and hit Han Changming like lightning.
Han Changming's body exploded and turned into a cloud of yellow gravel. A gust of wind blew, and the yellow gravel turned into hundreds of balls and flew in different directions.
Qianyang Xiaoyuan Technique!
Ximen Lang's spiritual sense was fully open, but he could not find anything unusual, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.
"Hmph, I want to see how far you can run."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly and shook his sleeves. A black light flew out. It turned out to be a huge black butterfly. Judging from its aura, it was a sixth-level low-grade spirit insect.
Not long after, hundreds of yellow gravel disappeared into the sky, and the black butterfly flew to where Han Changming had originally stayed. After turning around, it flew towards the southeast, and Ximen Lang chased after it.