The Mountain Moving Formation is a unique formation used by earth-attribute cultivators. It can easily lift heavy earth and rocks, making it extremely useful when moving objects.
But in the current situation, it would only create more chaos.
You can't concentrate on fighting; you also have to be careful that the yin-yang fish under your feet might suddenly change its movement speed without any pattern.
Even with this level of movement speed, fluctuations in speed wouldn't necessarily throw someone off the ring. However, if one is not careful, they could still potentially suffer serious injury.
After all, its movement depends entirely on the operator's mood.
As for its manipulators...
Generally, for this type of low-level formation, if no spirit stones are placed within it as an energy source, the operator cannot stray too far.
So just a glance down from the arena would reveal that what was clearly tied up at the center of the formation was a golden pheasant.
Who can predict where a chicken will run next?
Suddenly, I felt a pang of nostalgia for Xihe.
Although that guy is abstract in many ways, his ability to communicate with monsters is still quite useful in this situation.
The good news is that it wasn't just Jimo Fan who was affected; Nanxun was also completely bewildered by the stop-and-go arena.
His movements as he swung the cauldron were no longer as steady, accurate, and ruthless as they had been at the beginning. Instead, he would frequently demonstrate his scraping technique.
He went on a rampage like a tiger, but when you look at the results, wow! He pulled out several strands of hair from Jimo Fan's head.
This left Jimo Fan somewhat at a loss as to how to retaliate.
Although Nanxun's name contains a directional word, she doesn't seem to have a very strong sense of direction or balance.
...Is this a good idea? He was starting to feel a little guilty. Why did the arena, which had inexplicably started moving, seem to be helping him?
Which little genius came up with this idea on a whim?
There was no time to think too much; the focus was on Nanxun in front of him. Taking advantage of Nanxun's unsteadiness, Ji Mofan tried to hit his alchemy cauldron a few more times.
The spiritual energy that landed on it spread out along the patterns carved on it, dissipating into the air and disappearing without a trace.
Ji Mofan stared at the cauldron, lost in thought.
This thing is really strange, because normally alchemy cauldrons wouldn't be cast to be this big.
An ordinary alchemist can refine a maximum of three pills at a time in one batch. Even if the pills are of a higher grade and the ingredients are simpler, refining ten or so pills in one batch is the limit.
Too many quantities will make it difficult to control the cooking time; haste makes waste.
However, the pill in Nanxun's hand could hold as many as a hundred pills. Even if a master alchemist in the Mahayana stage were to refine the most basic Jade Marrow Pill, there would still be a risk of the furnace exploding.
What kind of person, and under what mental state, would create such a large alchemy furnace?
After testing the waters with a few more attacks of relatively low force, Ji Mofan finally began to vaguely understand the nature of this pill cauldron.
So that's how it is. The reason the attack dispersed was because the cauldron sensed the spiritual energy becoming chaotic, and therefore it released its force and bounced back.
This is a self-defense mechanism used by the cauldron to protect the elixir inside the furnace.
If one wants to refine hundreds of pills at the same time, it is difficult to do so by manpower alone. Therefore, one can start with the tools and directly block the flow of spiritual energy when the cauldron senses that something is wrong.
Having figured out the key to it, Ji Mofan's grip on the sword became a little more steady.
Since they won't take the hard approach... let's try something softer.
Nan Xun was extremely annoyed by the rotating ring.
Each time he jumped and landed, the irregular movement of the ground made him stagger, and it was not easy for him to stay in mid-air for a while longer, because other cultivators basically flew on swords, but his weapon was a cauldron.
Standing on the cauldron, not to mention how strange it looks, just the fact that you can lift it stably requires a lot of spiritual energy.
After all, all alchemy cauldrons were initially designed for alchemy, and the power of pills exploding in the furnace is enormous, so alchemy cauldrons need more stable materials.
Often, when something inside the cauldron explodes, the ceiling is blown off, but the cauldron remains sitting upright, still emitting smoke.
But Ji Mo Fan, as if playing a prank, kept launching attacks every now and then.
It wasn't very powerful, but he couldn't just ignore it. He had to keep his footing steady and maintain his defensive stance.
His weight meant he was more affected by inertia. The arena beneath his feet seemed to be targeting him specifically, striking precisely at his weak point.
Don't let him know which clever little devil came up with this trick, or he'll stuff the person into the cauldron and roast them over a fire!
Having just blocked one attack, Nan Xun was suddenly struck by another threat coming from beneath her feet.
The fluctuations resembled a formation, but were clearly not from a mountain-moving formation. The attack came on fiercely, catching everyone off guard.
Cold blue spiritual energy flowed across the white marble ground, weaving an array that resembled a spider web, attempting to trap him in the center, rendering him immobile.
Nan Xun darted into the alchemy cauldron in a flash.
Except for the opening at the top, all other parts of this alchemy cauldron were carved with runes to prevent the spiritual energy from going out of control.
Even if the attack comes from below, he can't easily fly up to catch it, but he can catch it while standing inside.
But when he rushed in, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why would Jimo Fanhui resort to such a laborious and thankless approach?
Although Nanxun claimed that he had known Ji Mofan for a long time, it was indeed only a brief encounter back then, and his knowledge of Ji Mofan's temperament was mostly based on hearsay.
His real interaction with Ji Mo Fan only took a few days during the Dao Asking Conference, but it also allowed him to see a completely different Ji Mo Fan from the rumors.
The Dao Asking Tournament started with his entanglement with the Demon Lord, shocking everyone present. His performance on the arena was also outstanding, completely unlike the impression of him being gentle and indecisive in the early rumors, and even less like the rebellious madman in recent legends.
Getting to know someone truly requires meeting them face-to-face.
But because they had met face to face, Nanxun, though she couldn't know much about Ji Mofan, had seriously studied his fighting style in order to be able to fight him.
They would never waste a single drop of spiritual energy, employing the most stable, accurate, and ruthless fighting style. If they couldn't hit the target with a single blow, they would wait and lie low, patiently awaiting the opportune moment.
He used the same approach, even when the battle had just begun.
It makes no sense for him to suddenly change his playing style at this time; it's not in line with his usual style.
In an instant, Nan Xun felt something flash through his mind like lightning, but when he reached out and grasped it—
He suddenly looked up at Ji Mofan, who was standing quietly not far away.
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