"Good news, worth celebrating." Yi Ming was also happy for Luo Yi. With the help of the Jindan master, Luo Yi's qualification problem was solved. Or maybe Luo Yi's physique was actually very suitable for practicing Du Qingzhang's inherited martial arts?

Seeing Zhao Yu staring at him, Yi Ming laughed dumbly, "Don't look at me, I'm not jealous, I have my own skills and path."

“But the White Flame Heavenly Scripture is a ground-level technique that can lead to the golden elixir stage,” Zhao Yu said calmly.

"Yeah, it's amazing." Yi Ming said heartlessly.

Zhao Yu nodded, realizing that Yi Ming really didn't take the "White Flame Heavenly Scripture" seriously. Although he didn't know where his confidence came from, it was a good thing after all. His Tao heart was intact and he had no fear of inner demons.

"Have you gathered your three mid-grade Xuan-level formations?" Zhao Yu asked.

"It's all complete!" Yi Ming had a hint of pride on his face. For the three sets of formation flags, Yi Ming had spent all his savings and returned to poverty again. He could only rely on refining medicine and equipment to slowly recover his health.

Before the formation closed in, Cong Yijian's angry voice came out from the formation, and at the same time he shouted to the three people still outside the formation, "Go back to the mountain and ask for help!"

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The next moment, endless yellow sand rolled up above the canyon again, covering the sky and the earth, following closely behind the Sea Covering Formation, enveloping Cong Anying and the other two in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yu said in a deep voice, "This is the rare time when Cong Yijian goes out alone. I will take Cong Yijian and Cong Anqiu away, but the other three will depend on you."

"Not good!" Cong Anying was horrified. She sent out a mountain-suppressing seal, but it only raised a cloud of flying sand in front of her. Her heart sank instantly, "A mid-level Xuan-level formation!"

"Because this canyon is where your mother and I first met." Cong Yiqian said lightly.

The Big Black Stone Killing Formation, the Fatal Falling Stone Formation, and the Small Earth Spirit Divine Formation, three formations were performed by Yi Ming on a small scale. Black stones were rolling, yellow sand was flying, and endless evil aura was faintly revealed in the formation. The power was more than several levels higher than that of the Thousand Sand Grinding Divine Formation.

"The cultivation world is like this. You kill me and I kill you. Who can escape?" Cong Anqiu advised, "Don't even think about it."

"Mother..." Cong Anying was silent. Forty years ago, Cong Yijian's wife was captured by one of his enemies and burned alive. Although Cong Yijian later took revenge, the dead will never come back to life, and the same is true for Cong Yijian's wife.

Cong Anying was silent. Could she say that her father was wrong? If Cong Yijian had not killed the enemy's brother for a spiritual plant, the enemy would not have targeted her mother.

Cong Anying was shocked to see her father and elder brother being submerged by the sea. Her eyes fixed and she pulled her husband back.

Three days later, an ordinary canyon.

"In a few days, it will be the day for the Cong family to worship their ancestors. Cong Yijian, Cong Anqiu and his wife, and Cong Anying and his wife will all go to the old house of the Cong family to worship their ancestors together with other branches."

This is a personal grudge between Zhao Yu and the Cong family. Jinghu Palace will not interfere, and Zhao Yu has never thought of using the power of Jinghu Palace.

"That's right. With my strength, only mid-level Xuan-level magic tools or formations are suitable for me. The Thousand Sand Grinding Divine Formation cannot bring out my true strength."

In the distant sky, five white rays of light flew over from the distance, from north to south, preparing to cross the canyon.

…

Cong Anqiu sent people to destroy Duanmu Lei's family decades ago. At that time, he had not yet married his current wife, and there was no need to tell her about such a small matter. So apart from knowing that Cong Anqiu had pursued Zhao Yu for a period of time, she didn't know anything else.

"For my viewing."

The sky was high and the clouds were light, with a gentle breeze blowing. A few birds were circling in the air, salivating over the food in the woods below, but also vaguely afraid of the roars of beasts in the woods.

"Sea Covering Formation, Zhao Yu?" The more Cong Anying thought about it, the more frightened she became. "Isn't she the Grand Elder of Jinghu Palace? Why would she attack the Cong family? Is it a personal grudge, or is Jinghu Palace going to attack Wangshan Sect?"

Yi Ming's eyes narrowed, and he understood what Zhao Yu meant. "Are you going to take action against the Cong family?"

"good!"

"Okay, I've already chosen the location for the action. We'll set off tomorrow."

"Sea Covering Formation, Zhao Yu!"

Cong Anqiu's wife knew who Zhao Yu was, so she immediately thought of Jinghu Palace and shouted, "Which senior from Jinghu Palace has arrived? How did the Cong family offend the senior?"

After mentioning Cong Anying, Cong Yijian turned back to look at Cong Anqiu and his wife, "You should also work hard. My Cong family cannot be extinct."

Seeing that Yi Ming didn't answer, Cong Anying had no choice but to join forces with her husband and bombard him with magical weapons to clear a way for the three of them.

Yi Ming didn't say anything. He came here just to kill people today, so there was no need to talk. Under his control of the small earth spirit formation, the sky was filled with rolling yellow sand and murderous aura. Even though Cong Anying and the other two had sacrificed their protective magic weapons, it was still extremely difficult for them to resist.

Cong Yiqian was right. They could not intervene in the battle between the late Condensation cultivators at all. It would be better for them to return to the mountain and seek help.

When Cong Anying had a chance, he turned around and asked Cong Anqiu's wife, "Jinghu Palace and Wangshan Sect have always been at peace. If you really want to deal with Wangshan Sect, you don't have to do it here. Did our family do something again to offend Zhao Yu?"

"Father, why do we have to take this road every time?" Cong Yiqian has to take this road every ten years when he returns home to worship his ancestors. His little daughter Cong Anying can't help it.

"I...I don't know either..."

"No big deal." Yi Ming nodded. Not to mention now, even half a year ago, he had the ability to retain three cultivators of the same level, but he would have exposed things such as the small flower, the invisible needle, and the poisonous plague pot, which were not very honorable.

"Yes, there should be no problem dealing with three cultivators of the same level." Zhao Yu nodded.

As soon as the words fell, before Cong Anqiu could reply, endless waves suddenly formed, swept Cong Anqiu away, and at the same time enveloped Cong Yiqian who was in the front.

"Could it be that An Qiu abandoned me in the end? He gave up Zhao Yu for me?" She couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.

"Tsk tsk, pitiful, he knows nothing and yet has to die with the culprit." Yi Ming sighed in his heart, but his hands did not stop.

Not only did he not stop, but he accelerated the input of true energy. The yellow sand rolled more and more wildly, covering the sky and the earth, forming a yellow tornado that completely submerged the three people in the formation.

"When the nest is overturned, all the eggs will be broken. You should go together. Cong Shaobai has already gone ahead for you a few months ago."

(End of this chapter)