Chapter 715 What happened?

The Dharma image had a green face and fangs, eyes as red as blood, and a suffocating evil aura surrounded its body.

In front of Fashang, Ye Qian, the chief disciple of the Netherworld Sect, had bloodshot eyes and a distorted face. How could he look lucid at all?

"Ye Qian!" the Netherworld Sect's Great Elder shouted sternly, "Stop now!"

But the Dharma Image turned a deaf ear to him, instead raising its head to the heavens and letting out a long, shrill howl that stung the surrounding monks' eardrums. With a wave of its giant palm, the Dharma Image sent five or six monks, unable to dodge, vomiting blood and flying backwards, tumbling heavily out of the arena.

"Oh no! He's out of control!"

"Retreat!"

There was chaos on the sidelines, and disciples from various factions retreated one after another. Some monks who were a little slower were affected by the evil spirit of Yin Faxiang and fell to the ground injured.

"Come behind me!" Yuan Si shouted while quickly forming seals.

The people on the field recognized his Seven Star Hall robes and immediately gathered around him.

"Defend!" The Qimen Dunjia formation unfolded in front of Yuan Si, and the ghost energy was immediately repelled. The people behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Retreat quickly!" Feng Yin ran towards Yuan Si while throwing out several purple talismans to rescue several slow-running monks from Yin Fashang.

Yin Fashang seemed to be enraged. He let out a long roar towards the sky, his ghost energy surged, and he raised his fist and smashed it hard at the people where Yuan Si was.

The devastating aura alone made Yuan Si breathless, and the formation also showed signs of failing to hold on.

Feng Yin gritted his teeth and suddenly threw out the eight talismans given by Yun Qingqing, urging his spiritual power to deploy the Eight Yang Tiangang Formation. He barely took the attack, but the Tiangang Formation was broken. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and blood flowed out.

"It's worthy of being the Yin Dharmakāya. Only when you actually face it do you realize how outrageous this ghost thing is..." Feng Yin wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and saw the ghost raising his fist high again, revealing a wry smile.

Yuan Si's formation could no longer withstand the onslaught of ghost energy, and he had no energy left to resist.

Once this elite arena is opened, a protective formation will automatically light up around it, preventing people outside from coming in and people inside from leaving. No one can escape outside.

Seeing the huge ghost fist smashing down heavily, those with weaker cultivation would bleed from their mouths and noses just from bearing the pressure.

Suddenly, a white light lit up around everyone, and complex array patterns appeared on the ground. In an instant, a white barrier rose from the ground and met the giant fist of Yin Faxiang.

Boom!!!

The huge roar made the ears of the disciples in the field buzz, and they saw that the ghost fist was actually blocked outside by the white barrier!

Everyone was delighted and looked at the person who had set up the formation. They saw that the person was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, holding a long black sword in his hand. A faint white light was emitted from the tip of the sword, which slowly flowed into the formation under his feet. He stood in front of the huge Dharma image, motionless.

"Xiao Changheng!" Yuan Si was shocked. He didn't expect that when they met last time, he had no signs of practicing, but today he could draw a formation out of thin air that was enough to block Yin Faxiang's attack.

But he didn't have time to think too much, and immediately turned around to remind the outsiders:

"Open the barrier quickly! There's something wrong with this guy!"

Everyone outside the arena also recovered from their shock. The leader of the Netherworld Sect looked anxiously at the elder in charge of the competition schedule:

"Open the barrier quickly! Saving people is the most important thing!"

The elder in charge said calmly:

"The Elite Arena is still in progress. How can we open the barrier midway?"

The Netherworld Sect Master said angrily:

"Don't you see something strange about that Yin Dharma Image? It's not controlled by my disciples at all. This has already exceeded the scope of the competition. If we don't open the barrier now, there will be chaos!"

The other sects were originally angry that the Netherworld Sect would do such a shady thing in the competition, but now they found that the Netherworld Sect Master was even more anxious than they were, so they all turned to stand on the same side and asked the Zhengyang Sect's head elder to open the barrier as soon as possible.

The elder in charge drooped his eyelids and refused to listen:

"These are the rules of the Xuanmen Conference. If any sect no longer wishes to participate in the conference, they can attempt to destroy this barrier."

"You..." Everyone was so angry that they were speechless for a moment.

The situation on the arena seemed to be at a stalemate. Yin Fashang was unable to break through the protective formation set up by the white-robed disciple. These sects also found it difficult to make up their minds to take action and risk being permanently expelled from the Xuanmen Conference.

Only the leader of the Netherworld Sect lost his patience.

Ye Qian is the most talented disciple of this generation in the sect, with a bright future. How could he die here inexplicably!

The clan leader gritted his teeth and said, "Break the barrier!"

At his command, several elders around him joined him in attacking. Several ghostly figures rushed out and fiercely attacked the protective barrier of the arena.

But it had no effect.

Seeing the ghost energy of Yin Faxiang surge again.

When everyone was getting anxious, suddenly a person flew lightly over them and headed towards the barrier, and lightly tapped the barrier with the sword in his hand.

Ripples appeared everywhere the sword pointed, and suddenly a circular opening appeared. The person entered the barrier through the opening without any hindrance, and the opening closed again behind her.

"Hmm? That's not..."

When everyone saw who had made the move, their spirits lifted.

"Isn't that Pavilion Master Yun?"

"It's Miss Yun!"

"Sect Master Yun!"

"The chief sect leader has taken action, everything is fine!"

Many people still don’t know Yun Qingqing’s identity, so people outside the venue are shouting all kinds of things.

But anyone who has seen her take action seems to have reached a consensus, that is, her actions are more reassuring than those of anyone else present.

After all, she was the one who could ring the Heavenly Bell, and that Yin Dharma Image was clearly stronger than many of the sect masters present...

Inside the ring, the Yin Dharma Image's next punch was about to hit the formation protective shield in front of Xiao Changheng.

Yun Qingqing floated over and landed beside Xiao Changheng, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Where did you get the Canghai Formation Diagram?"

Not to mention that she had never expected that this person had achieved such attainments in formation in such a short period of time... Just the formation secret book she gave him definitely did not have this.

Xiao Changheng said calmly:

"Hao Qing recorded it."

“…”

I almost forgot, there's also Hao Qing. Okay.

While the two men were asking and answering each other without changing their expressions, Yin Faxiang had already thrown another punch, and the formation was completely intact.

Feng Yin felt his head buzzing, and he leaned forward, rubbing his ears and shouting:

"Senior Yun... aren't you going to kill this damn thing?"

He had seen Yun Qingqing defeat Yin Faxiang with one sword with his own eyes, and was still wondering why she didn't take action yet.

"This isn't a Yin Dharma Image." Yun Qingqing took out a black token brimming with Yin energy and said calmly, "It's a Yin Demon Pupa."

"Hiss..." Feng Yin gasped, "How can such a weird thing exist these days! How much evil spirit must be infused into it!"

He had occasionally seen in ancient books that the Yinsha Pupa was an evil creature created by forcibly injecting evil energy into ordinary ghosts. The method was not only extremely cruel, but also extremely tricky.

Just as he was frightened, he suddenly saw a bright yellow light emitted from the token in Yun Qingqing's hand, and it turned into a petite girl in a yellow dress.

"Master~! You finally summoned Yaoyao... Hmm? How can there be such a thing?!"

Jiang Yaoyao landed on the ground and before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the sound of the huge ghost fist smashing down. She turned around and frowned in disgust.

"Take it, don't damage the core." Yun Qingqing ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Jiang Yaoyao soared into the air, and streams of ghost energy rolled towards the Yinsha pupa. The huge ghost figure paused and let out an earth-shaking roar, but it could not escape the restraint of the ghost energy.

The ghost shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a ball of black mist and became motionless.

Jiang Yaoyao raised her hand and waved the black mist, revealing a trembling ghost slave - this was Ye Qian's real contracted ghost slave.

The scarlet color in Ye Qian's eyes faded away, but he still stood there, his eyes blank and empty.

Jiang Yaoyao raised her hand and pointed again and again, pulling out a scarlet blood bead from between Ye Qian's eyebrows.

The moment the blood bead left his body, Ye Qian trembled all over and woke up completely.

"This, this is..." He looked around blankly, completely confused about what was happening. "What happened to me just now?"