Chapter 59: Return to Amaterasu Sect.
Chapter 59
"Why can you break free from the constraints of the formation?" Under the heavy suppression of the formation, Zhao Siwen even found it extremely difficult to speak, but his expression was extremely rich, allowing Bu Xingjin to understand what he didn't say even if he didn't listen.
Bu Xingjin shrugged with an innocent look, saying that he was also puzzled as to why he was the only exception to this formation.
After successfully trapping the Master of Fuhua Peak, the Yinfeng League elder quickly departed with Zhong Wenxin, leaving the Master with a glare that threatened to spit fire. Although he confidently declared his meticulously crafted formation sufficient to trap the Master to death, he knew deep down that for this top-tier Amaterasu master, already at the Mahayana stage and only a step away from transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven, the formation would only hold him captive for two or three days at most, if he remained reckless.
The Lord of Fuhua Peak was the greatest obstacle to their vengeance. If they were truly helpless, they would have wanted to kill him outright. Therefore, they had to hide his daughter in a secret location to buy more time to attack the Amaterasu Sect.
Fortunately, the Yinfeng League elder left early and didn't witness this scene, otherwise he would have been shocked and furious. He couldn't believe that a carefully constructed formation capable of trapping the powerful Floating Flower Peak Master for two or three days could be ignored by a mere Jindan-stage cultivator.
Bu Xingjin emerged from the formation, his mind filled with doubts, but he had no time to dwell on them. The Fuhua Peak Master and Zhao Siwen were still trapped within. Since he was the only one out, he had to find a way to resolve the formation as quickly as possible.
Although he wasn't proficient in formations, breaking them from the outside should be much easier than from the inside. He carefully observed the formation's operation, trying to find a way to break it. The formation was extremely complex, and the flickering runes revealed a sinister aura.
Outside the formation, Bu Xingjin could clearly see the Master of Fuhua Peak and Zhao Siwen struggling to hold on. The Master's spiritual energy surged intensely, and he constantly changed his moves, attempting to break through the formation's restraints, but each time he was repelled by the powerful force. Zhao Siwen's situation was even more difficult. His face was pale, and his clothes were drenched with sweat. He was clearly nearing his limit.
"Brother Bu, think of a solution quickly!" Zhao Siwen saw Bu Xingjin outside the formation and shouted for help. He was desperate and was trying every possible means to help.
Bu Xingjin was anxious and time was running out, but his understanding of the formation was just like the knowledge of a kindergarten child, almost nothing. He looked for a long time but couldn't find a way to break it.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he thought of the Zhou Tian Fist he had used to break the cage in the Tomb of the Sanxian Immortals. The scene before him was so similar to that time!
Without further ado, Bu Xingjin activated his spiritual power and punched the black runes that formed the formation in the air with an indomitable momentum.
"Crack!" A slight sound was heard quietly, and the effect was immediate. The rune that was hit made a sound like a branch breaking.
This voice interrupted the Fuhua Peak Master, who was about to break through the formation at all costs. He calmed the boiling spiritual energy in his body and waited for Bu Xingjin's next move.
"it works!"
Bu Xingjin was delighted. He took a deep breath, his eyes burning like flames as he stared intently at the black runes suspended in the air. They shone ominously like stars in the night sky. The spiritual power within him surged like a river bursting its banks.
His feet planted firmly on the ground, his figure as solid as a rock. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing inward, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if guiding the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. As the spiritual power surged within him, strands of brilliant light gradually gathered between his palms, like dewdrops in the morning light, shimmering and translucent.
Suddenly, he roared, and his body shot up like an arrow, soaring into the sky. His figure traced a graceful arc through the air, like a hawk stalking its prey, swift and precise. As he approached the rune, he suddenly flipped his hands, palms facing outward. Spiritual energy surged out, transforming into two massive fists that smashed into the rune with a deafening roar and blinding light.
The moment the fist shadow collided with the rune, it was as if two stars collided in mid-air, erupting with dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding space like daylight. The rune trembled violently under the bombardment of the fist shadow, as if engulfed by flames in a raging wind. The luster on its surface quickly dimmed, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, spreading from the center outward.
Bu Xingjin pressed on, his figure tumbling through the air, each tumble accompanied by a blast of fists. His punches were like a violent storm, continuous and uninterrupted. Each punch landed precisely on the rune, widening the cracks in it until, finally, the rune shattered with a bang, dissipating into tiny specks of light that vanished into the air, as if it had never existed.
The leader of Fuhua Peak and Zhao Siwen in the formation noticed the changes and took the opportunity to attack again.
With Bu Xingjin and the other two's combined efforts, the formation finally froze for a moment. Upon seeing this, the Fuhua Peak Master roared, his entire spiritual energy erupting, instantly breaking free from the formation's constraints. Zhao Siwen also seized the opportunity to escape, collapsing exhausted to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Peak Master, have you found Senior Sister Zhong?"
Seeing that the master of Fuhua Peak did not stop for a moment and was about to disappear, Bu Xingjin hurriedly asked.
"I will find Xin'er. The Amaterasu Sect is under attack. You should return to the sect as soon as possible." As soon as the words fell, the figure of the master of Fuhua Peak disappeared.
Zhao Siwen's face suddenly changed after hearing this. Without saying a word and without taking a rest, he struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to fly back to Amaterasu Sect on his sword, but he fell off the flying sword due to exhaustion.
"Be careful!" Bu Xingjin quickly caught Zhao Siwen.
"I'm fine, let's go back to the sect quickly." Zhao Siwen said strugglingly.
"Okay, don't move, I'll take you."
Everything went smoothly for the two of them as they left Black Wind Valley. The vast Black Wind Valley was practically deserted. Only then did Bu Xingjin understand why the people in Black Wind Valley were leaving in droves. It turned out they were all there to attack the Amaterasu sect.
Bu Xingjin and Zhao Siwen flew at full speed towards Amaterasu. This place was quite far from Amaterasu, so they hoped they could arrive in time.
I wonder what the current situation is in the Amaterasu sect?
Fortunately, he remembered the way. A few hours later, Bu Xingjin led Zhao Siwen to land in front of the Amaterasu sect's main formation.
"Why would the mountain guarding formation be closed? Is there a traitor in the sect?"
As the two leaped off their flying swords, they discovered that the formation that had once strictly protected the Amaterasu Sect had disappeared. Zhao Siwen, who had recovered considerably, rushed in with a look of astonishment on his face without hesitation.
"Don't……"
Bu Xingjin's spiritual power was almost exhausted due to his haste on the journey. In a few breaths, he was left far behind by Zhao Siwen and then disappeared from his sight.
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