Did he figure something out that made him back down?
If that's the case, then it seems they don't need to use this killing formation, since Yang Cheng will eventually back down on his own.
But then Yang Cheng looked at the three people present with a mocking smile.
"Although I have no interest in this world, do you three fools who are ambitious but incompetent, good at internal strife but bad at external affairs, really think you can rule the world? Do you even deserve it?"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Xiong Wu and the other two changed drastically.
"Yang Cheng! You're asking for death!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the space beneath Yang Cheng's feet suddenly changed, began to distort, and instantly spread to a radius of seven feet around Yang Cheng.
The next moment, Yang Cheng's figure became somewhat weak, and he was completely trapped in this distorted space. At this moment, what was supporting this space was a leather scroll.
Square-inch map of the secret treasure of Wumen!
This object can trap a person in a small space, constantly suppressing their power.
At the same time, five members of the Witch Clan, dressed in black and white robes, came out. The middle-aged man in white robes who led the group was Dongjun of the Witch Clan. He said in a deep voice, "My lord, this person is extremely powerful. The Fangcun Diagram can only suppress him for a maximum of twelve hours."
"Now, gather your strength and enter the folded diagram to kill him immediately; otherwise, the longer you delay, the easier it will be for him to break free from the diagram."
Xiong Wu nodded and said, "Everyone, get ready to go."
Two more people entered the tent: a Tibetan monk named Mahakalan wearing a red robe, and Huang Ju, a master of the Lu Ru lineage.
Dongjun took out several wooden talismans and tossed them to the others, saying, "If you carry these with you when you enter the square-inch diagram, you will not be affected by the suppressive power within it."
The group nodded and stepped directly into the small painting.
Although Yang Cheng was trapped in the small diagram, he was not flustered and was still observing his surroundings.
This is a bamboo forest, a quiet and secluded place with a stream flowing around it, like a paradise on earth.
However, there was a force suppressing him here, which turned out to be the power of space.
The fact that the Witch Clan behind Xiong Wu could produce a spatial treasure was somewhat beyond Yang Cheng's expectations.
However, it doesn't matter. This level of suppression is not too much of a problem for Yang Cheng. Once he activates the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, Yang Cheng is absolutely confident that he can break through this suppression.
The next moment, the people from the Witch Clan, along with the foreign monk and the Confucian scholar Huang Ju, all entered the square-inch diagram and surrounded Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng gave them a sinister smile: "Does Xiong Wu think that you worthless cowards can kill me? Does he underestimate me or overestimate you?"
The Grand Master of the Witchcraft Sect said coldly, "To resist stubbornly is simply courting death!"
As the Grand Master of Fate finished speaking, he suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword at Yang Cheng, and black divine light suddenly erupted, stripping away all life force wherever it passed!
Divine Light of Fate!
Yang Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife appearing in his hand as he uttered a low shout: "Please turn around, my treasure!"
A flash of white light, and the head of the Great Fate Master fell to the ground in an instant, faster than the divine light of the Fate Master, causing the divine light of the Fate Master to dissipate halfway.
The remaining six people felt a chill run down their spines.
They originally thought that they would first ambush Yang Cheng with the square-inch map, and then gather the strength of the seven of them to kill Yang Cheng, which should be a piece of cake.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Cheng had hidden such a terrifying magic weapon, which instantly killed Da Siming!
While everyone was still stunned, Yang Cheng's three-pointed double-edged sword had already unleashed a terrifying and world-shaking sharpness.
This slash went straight for the members of the Witch Clan, and the blade's light instantly filled the entire world of the square-inch map.
The power of this strike was too great. The cultivators of the Witch Clan were not skilled in close combat, so they quickly retreated.
But Namo Yaksharam took the initiative to greet him, chanting Sanskrit, and the golden image of the eight-armed Buddha rose from behind him, the Buddha's light instantly illuminating the entire space.
"And a bald monk even managed to sneak in!"
Yang Cheng didn't know whether there were monks at the end of the Qin Dynasty in normal history, but that didn't matter.
He's very experienced at killing bald monks.
The dazzling blade of light collided with the golden Buddha statue of Mahakaram, instantly unleashing a loud, red-hot explosion.
Mahakalan was blasted several steps away, his eyes filled with horror.
Huang Ju, a master of Confucianism from Shandong, held a carving knife and drew several pictographs in the air, then shouted: "The river of literary spirit shines through the ages! [Suppress/Suppress]!"
Those hieroglyphs merged into the void, transforming into a mighty river of righteous energy that directly crushed towards Yang Cheng.
The Witch Clan's Junior Master of Fate held a small, jet-black bow, from which a human bone arrow appeared. He aimed it at Yang Cheng and suddenly shot it out, but what he was aiming at was Yang Cheng's soul!
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