When the safety of the lives of the majority of people is involved, interests are the first to be abandoned.
The people standing by did not express any dissatisfaction with Palace Master Murong's decision, and they were still brewing their future training plans in their minds.
Under countless pressures, Yan Huailiu listened attentively to their arrangements.
It is a necessary condition for these links to proceed normally if he does not make any mistakes.
After Palace Master Murong finished speaking, he felt ashamed and didn't even have the courage to ask another question. He could only desperately express that their Xuanyue Palace would cooperate.
Yan Huailiu said calmly: "Give me some time, it will be done soon."
While the elders went to summon their disciples, he stood in the shadows on the side, repeatedly deducing in his spiritual consciousness, and finally found what he thought was a perfect fighting method.
The monster probably had a premonition that it would not end well, and it became more and more agitated, and the ground shook several times.
The closer to the center of the formation, the stronger the demonic energy and stench.
Xuanyue Palace took out almost all the treasures that could be used, and the capable disciples were ready to go, just waiting for the order to contribute to the sect.
"Palace Master Murong, I may need a few drops of your blood."
After Yan Huailiu was ready, he gestured to the Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace who was waiting on the side.
"Oh, okay, okay." Palace Master Murong didn't say anything more. He picked up the long sword and slashed it across his palm. Blood gushed out, and he grimaced in pain. "Is that enough, Sect Master Yan?"
The corners of Yan Huailiu's mouth twitched. He took some of it as quickly as possible, then took out the medicine he carried with him and poured it on his wound.
"This is enough. This formation belongs to your Xuanyue Palace. If I redraw it with your blood, the effect will be better."
He explained and summoned Wen Yue: "You guys stay at the formation position, I'll go and repair the formation around the center. Oh, right."
He used his scabbard to lift up Murong Xuanlang's wrist, interrupting his action of inputting spiritual power into the formation.
"Don't input spiritual energy into it. Stand at the position of the formation and start practicing your skills. Draw as much spiritual energy as possible from the formation."
Several people were confused after hearing this: "Master Yan, if we don't input spiritual power into it, the formation will not be able to hold up."
"I can hold on." Yan Huailiu was very confident: "I will only repair the formation around the center of the formation so that it can transform normally and appropriately weaken the energy of the monster."
He let out a long sigh and said, "If it's convenient, go and inform those disciples with lower cultivation levels who haven't come yet. Have them stay at the outermost part of the formation and start practicing there."
Having never heard of this method before, even though he thought it was outrageous, Palace Master Murong still did it.
Watching Yan Huailiu flying towards the center of the formation with his sword, he clenched his fists and said, "Everyone, cheer up! This time, we must succeed, not fail!"
"yes!"
Not far away.
Feeling the gradually spreading evil energy, Gu Xingyun raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose.
But there was not much pungent smell.
He felt relieved and turned his attention back to the position in the air.
The scattered evil energy was originally moving around him, but at a certain moment, it suddenly rushed towards his wrist.
"Master... be careful." Gu Xingyun murmured, holding Zhuiyue tightly, ready to rush forward at any time.
Above the center of the formation, Yan Huailiu held his breath and used Palace Master Murong's blood as a guide to carefully repair the patterns around him.
Fortunately, he was used to doing this kind of meticulous work, and he would not make mistakes if he focused.
The formation that was about to disappear was repaired and lit up again.
Murong Xuanlang, who was below, immediately felt the difference in his body: "Father, my cultivation has increased."
"Sect Master Yan's method is somewhat useful." Palace Master Murong sighed and instructed his son, "Go, along with your uncles and uncles, stay by Sect Master Yan's side and provide assistance at any time."
"Okay." Murong Xuanlang nodded obediently and approached cautiously as planned.
Yan Huailiu frowned and pressed down hard, trying to suppress the purifying talismans.
However, the resistance coming from the cave was extremely strong, and the talisman paper spontaneously combusted under the influence of the two forces.
"It shouldn't be..." Yan Huailiu stared at his hands and took out a few more talismans without giving up. "Its power is indeed dissipating. How can it still resist these?"
After coming here, he had doubted many things, but he had never doubted his own strength.
This was the first time Yan Huailiu encountered a situation that could directly compete with him, which caused his original plan to end at the second step. He was still a little confused.
The purification talisman spontaneously combusted again. Yan Huailiu gritted his teeth and planned to draw one out of thin air.
Wen Yue was ordered to stand right above the center of the formation. Murong Xuanlang and others not far away shouted anxiously, "Sect Master Yan, don't get so close, it's dangerous!"
"Master Yan, be careful, this beast is cunning and will hurt you!"
No matter how anxious others were, Yan Huailiu could not hear them at all.
The dark mass under his feet made his mind dizzy for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mood.
He endured the pain and cut his finger, using the blood as a guide and spiritual power as support, and concentrated on drawing a purification talisman right above the center of the formation.
The wound on the fingertips gave the evil spirits a chance to approach his originally indestructible body.
While Yan Huailiu was drawing, countless dense demonic energies surged into his body.
"It's over, Sect Leader Yan...Uncle Master, do we want to take action now?" Murong Xuanlang asked the elder next to him.
The elder stared at Yan Huailiu nervously: "Don't move yet, wait for Sect Master Yan's instructions."
It's not that he didn't feel the demonic energy surging into his body, but Yan Huailiu didn't have time to sort it out. He drew the purification spell as quickly as possible and slammed it hard towards the center of the formation.
The moment his spiritual energy was recovered, it was transformed into the golden chain he was used to. He shouted to the people around him, "Get started!"
The people who had been waiting for a long time rushed over in an instant and tried their best to fight the monster that appeared.
"Master Yan, are you okay?" Murong Xuanlang came over and asked with concern.
Yan Huailiu quickly checked the condition inside his body. Everything was peaceful, as if the evil energy had never entered at all.
Could it be that it was purified by the spell?
"It's okay, just focus." Yan Huailiu dodged a ray of demonic energy and squinted his eyes to observe the situation below.
A hint of surprise appeared on his face. "It's about to collapse. Be careful. Go and guard the formation. I'll handle this."
This monster will definitely fight back desperately in the end. It's already very good that the people from Xuanyue Palace can hold on for such a long time. Don't risk your life on it.
Upon hearing his order, everyone dispersed immediately.
As expected, as soon as those people left, the surging demonic energy rushed over and penetrated into Yan Huailiu's body like crazy.
It stung for only a second before returning to normal.
Yan Huailiu gripped the golden chain tightly, stared at the blood-red eyes of the monster in the dark cave, and spoke very politely.
"These don't seem to be of any use to me. Sorry, I may have to ask you to die."
In the forest not far from the formation.
Veins bulged on Gu Xingyun's forehead, as if he was experiencing unbearable pain. He tightly grasped the bark next to him and finally knelt on the ground powerlessly.
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