Zhang Yang was nervously tempering his flying magic weapon, but above the U-shaped valley, a battle was about to usher.
The sky is covered with gray clouds, which are getting thicker and thicker, and have no intention of dissipating, covering the sky.
Below the gray cloud, eight or nine figures hover in the air like small black dots. Behind them, there are thirty or forty black-clothed monks suspended with swords, each with a blood coffin on their backs.
Looking around, the whole world is like dusk.
Looking down from the sky, the entire U-shaped valley is psychedelic and constantly changing. For a while, it is green water and green mountains, fresh and natural; for a while, it is foggy and windy, like a ghost cave.
This is the destruction of the mountain protection formation, and even the attached psychedelic formation was also damaged.
A black-clothed monk was busy running back and forth, and all the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect who were good at formations were gathered together to repair the mountain protection formation as quickly as possible.
As a valley, the U-shaped valley is not large, with a length of 100 kilometers and a width of 30 to 40 kilometers; but it is more difficult to arrange a large array of mountain guards in such a large area.
The practice of the Corpse Refining Gate is to use the Yinquan Cave as the center to arrange a powerful mountain protection formation, and then use this as the core to extend outwards and deploy a psychedelic formation as an auxiliary.
When it was first built, it took a lot of effort and time, and it took more than three years to fully build it.
Now that the formation is seriously damaged, how can it be repaired in a short while
After several hours...
Suddenly, a ray of light in the distance came from far to near, and came quickly.
Not far above the valley, he stopped immediately when he saw the original figures in the sky.
It seems that they did not expect to encounter the crowd waiting in full force, and they immediately became afraid, confronting each other from a distance, not daring to approach.
On the side of Corpse Refining Gate, Jiang Yan is naturally the leader.
As Mao Zong, Jiang Yan himself cannot fly in the air. However, his master, the White Witch Corpse King, gave him a magic weapon for flying, which was made from the leaves picked from a banana tree in the Wonderland. Wind, after being refined, escapes much faster than a human monk of the same level.
At the moment, step on Yan's foot, the body turns into a streamer, and move forward.
While the monk was surprised, he escaped a little backwards, but refused to leave.
Both sides stopped at the same time.
Jiang Yan knew the person opposite, he shouted angrily, and said:
"Old Freak Qiu, this is my branch of the Corpse Refining Sect. If you have nothing to do, please leave quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude and turning my back on you!"
Zombie General Yan has a straightforward personality.
What's more, Master Baiwu Corpse King said that if the spirit of Yinquan's riot leaks out, it may attract many strong people. If they don't come to solve one by one; if they get together, I'm afraid it will be troublesome. Therefore, speak unceremoniously.
That Old Monster Qiu was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his strength was not bad, but he was still inferior to the physically powerful General Mao Jiangyan. The reason why he was able to stand out from the many monks in Yixian Gorge and escape first was because he was good at flying.
Haha at the moment, before I could speak, there was already a sharp voice in the distance with a strange smile: "Hehehaha! Jiang Yan, what you said makes no sense. I only know that this hundred thousand mountains have always been my monster clan When did your territory become the sub-helm of your Corpse Refining Sect?"
Another stream of light came swiftly, hovering beside Old Monster Qiu, separated by a certain distance; it was the demon cultivator with horny head and scales.
This demon cultivator had no relationship with Old Monster Qiu before, but now he said affectionately: "Friend Qiu came so fast! I admire you!"
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Qi is not slow! My little brother just happens to be good at flying away." Old Monster Qiu said politely with a smile.
"Hmm! Fellow Daoist Qiu, please rest assured that justice is at your fingertips. If the Corpse Refining Sect is so domineering and wants to attack you, I will help you!" said the horny demon cultivator.
"Haha! Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Qi!" Old Monster Qiu said haha, looking like a good old man.
After a while, the second ray of light came quickly, then the third, and the fourth...
In just a short period of time, seven or eight figures came over, including many Nascent Soul monsters, and Weng Qingyu was among them.
This time, Jiang Yan really felt that he was in serious trouble, but his expression remained the same: "Huh! One hundred thousand mountains, the vastness is more than a million miles, and the central mountain range has its own territory for your demon cultivators. But there has always been no distinction between human races and demon cultivators, Qijia, don't talk about the demon cultivator's territory, and be careful to provoke disputes between the two races."
Jiang Yan's words were righteous, looking at the surrounding human monks, the demon cultivator called Qi Jia snorted coldly, and stopped arguing on this issue, but said: "Jiang Yan, don't talk nonsense. What's going on now, everyone knows in their hearts. To put it bluntly, there is a dense cloud of cloudy air above the Horseshoe Valley, and the outbreak of cold air can be sensed thousands of miles away. There must be some kind of artifact, you hurry up and order Subordinate, remove this unpopular phantom formation, and let all fellow daoists present see what kind of artifact it is."
"That's right! There are artifacts born in these one hundred thousand mountains. Naturally, the virtuous live there. Don't try to monopolize your Corpse Refining Sect."
Someone next to him immediately agreed.
The Corpse Refining Sect is very powerful, but if you unite, you are not afraid of anything.
Jiang Yan immediately shouted angrily:
"Hey! What a joke, and don't say that there are no artifacts here. Even if there are, since they entered the entrance of my Corpse Refining Gate, there is no reason to spit them out? Could it be that my Corpse Refining Gate will be afraid of you? Warn fellow Taoists, don’t make mistakes! Those who leave here immediately are all friends of my Corpse Refining Sect, and I will definitely be rewarded after my Corpse Refining Sect; anyone who insists on not letting go will be my Corpse Refining Sect’s in the future Enemy of life and death, afterward, our Corpse Refining Sect will kill you, no matter what sect or family you are, you will definitely make you pay the price in blood!"
Jiang Yan said, his cold eyes swept over the faces of several monks opposite.
Those few monks were all from small sects or ordinary cultivating families, they couldn't help but trembled in their hearts, and they all showed shrinking expressions.
Their strength is not good, and they came here just to join in the fun. There is really no need to offend the cult's corpse refining sect because of this.
As a result, two Jindan stage monks flew away immediately after hearing the words.
Another Nascent Soul monster hesitated for a moment, then left with a sigh.
These are people who are concerned about their own family or sect.
The remaining few people were full of disdain, obviously not taking the threat of the Corpse Refining Gate to heart. In this short period of time, another three or four people escaped, all Golden Core cultivators.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he immediately shouted: "Set up the formation!"
"Yes, Lord Protector!"
Following the order, a dozen or so foundation-building monks with flying swords behind them rushed forward immediately.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed across the crowd, and greeted the dozen streamers of light.
"Shameless!"
Jiang Yan yelled, and the banana leaf stopped under his feet, and his body quickly intercepted it, but he was still a step late.
There was only a scream of "Ah!", and a stream of light fell down.
Seeing this, the rest of the streamers immediately dispersed in fright.
Immediately afterwards, "Bang bang bang!"
A series of clashing sounds in the air broke up after a while.
"Hahaha! One of them was beheaded by me, and the formation of the Twelve Corpse Gates has been broken. Fellow Daoists, if you don't step forward and do it yourself, do you really want to wait for the corpse gatekeeper to hand over the artifact? ?”
Laughing again and again, with a sinister look on his handsome face, it was Weng Qingyu.
As the backbone of the Zhongtian Yuzong of the three sects and four sects of the famous decent sect, Weng Qingyu naturally knows the methods of the Corpse Refining Sect well. Cultivators, working together, can also fight against Nascent Soul stage monks.
Therefore, Weng Qingyu rushed down the killer from the very beginning, and eliminated one person first, so that their formation could not be completed. Although there are still twenty or thirty black-clothed monks in the Corpse Refining Sect, it is difficult to train in a large formation, and they may not be able to do it if they think about it.
"Weng Qingyu, you are courting death!"
Jiang Yan gave a loud shout, and took the lead in killing Weng Qingyu.
Since the other monks stayed, they were ready to attack. They either come from the same prestigious sect, or they are simply casual cultivators, and that demon cultivator is not afraid of revenge from the Corpse Refining Sect.
"kill!"
Soon, everyone shot at the same time, and the two sides fought together.
The Corpse Refining Sect has a purple head, eight Golden Core stage monks, and thirty or forty Foundation Establishment stage monks.
On the other side of the monks who rushed over from Yixian Gorge, there were several Nascent Soul monsters.
Weng Qingyu fought Mao Zongjiang Yan, and the two fought hard.
From time to time, a black shadow could be seen being bombarded heavily, making a big deep hole on the ground. In the flash of lightning, someone shot up quickly and culled them.
Weng Qingyu clearly had the upper hand, but it's a pity that he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Although he was beaten, he did not suffer fatal injuries.
Old Monster Qiu used a set of magical needles, and as soon as he made a move, the lightning flashed, and he killed a strong man at the Golden Core Stage in the Corpse Refining Sect.
Everyone in the Corpse Refining Sect was shocked, and a Jindan stage expert who was a little similar to the formation method teamed up with eleven Foundation Establishment stage disciples to re-form the Twelve Corpse Sect Formation.
Twelve monks, each with a blood coffin on their backs, were suspended in the air according to their strange positions, and a majestic momentum immediately dispersed.
Immediately, the wind was blowing, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.
The twelve corpse repairers each released their own zombie puppets, as if controlling a magic weapon or magic weapon. In a burst of mist, a dark wind swept over the zombie puppets, attacking the Jindan monk like a wind wheel.
Corpse cultivators seldom refine magic weapons, but spend most of their resources and energy on refining their own zombie puppets. Compared with magical weapons, zombie puppets save mana when used as envoys, and are more flexible, integrating defense and attack.
Therefore, the general corpse cultivator is much more powerful than the ordinary cultivator of the same rank.
Within the area of the Twelve Corpse Gate Formation, mist shrouded in mist. Although Old Monster Qiu's needle was sharp, he met his nemesis, rushing left and right, but couldn't get out of the Corpse Gate Formation's encirclement.