The whirlpool was rolling, the resentful souls were crying, and the huge black hole gave people a very chilling scene.

Just now, Yin Long killed a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage with one strike, which made all the cultivators present feel cold in their hearts.

Even a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage was confident that he might not be able to withstand the attack just now intact.

Seeing that no one among the cultivators around him agreed with his words after he finished speaking, Lu Xianhua of Xuanlian Zhenzong frowned.

The skinny cultivator noticed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Lu is the disciple of Senior Lingzun of Xuanlian Zhenzong. With Fellow Daoist Lu leading us, we will definitely be able to kill the Yin Dragon and seize the thread of rules. What are you still hesitating about?"

But the shouting of the tall and thin monk did not cause the monks present to take any action. Everyone was afraid of the Yin Dragon and also afraid of the disciple who could make the divine elixir.

From the very beginning of the siege on Yin Long, this senior disciple of the Xuanlian Zhen Sect, who had reached the level of a spirit being, stood out from everyone else and released a portable formation to protect his body.

After a fierce battle, although Yin Long was forced to flee into his lair, every one of the big guys was impacted to some extent. On the other hand, the disciple of Zhenzong was still as radiant as ever.

The thread of the rule of equal division sounds good.

Seeing that no one moved, Lu Xianhua frowned even deeper.

"My fellow Taoists, this is an overlapping space. Our Zhen Sect has a way to get out. Even if it's not the thread of rules, we still have to consider how to get out."

After these words were spoken, the faces of several monks changed color.

Everyone has been trapped in this space for quite some time, and everyone has gained something, but the overlapping space is like a prison, and there is no way out.

"The Xuanlian Zhen Sect has three spiritual masters in charge. They are the giants of our human race and should obey the orders of Fellow Daoist Lu."

"Not for the sake of the rules, but only to fulfill the duty of being a fellow clan member with Fellow Daoist Lu."

…

Looking at the fence-sitter that popped up, Lu Xianhua chuckled. Although the Xuanlianzhen Sect was not a purely human sect, the human race accounted for one-third of the power in the sect.

"Since everyone agrees, let's charge in. It's just a resentful spirit that died a long time ago. It still wants to stir up trouble, but it doesn't realize that the weather has changed."

The Merit Clone looked around and saw that the cultivators around him had reached a consensus. He naturally nodded as well, as if he wanted to make friends with Fellow Daoist Lu from the Xuanlian Zhenzong.

Including him, there are a total of twelve cultivators, and the weakest are in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"My fellow Taoists, when I left the sect, I brought with me a quasi-fifth-level formation, the Myriad Spirits Mixed Formation. This formation has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and can be used as a defense after I go down."

As he spoke, Lu Xianhua waved his hand and a string of formation flags appeared, each of which was flashing with a different kind of light.

"Fellow Daoists, this formation requires seven cultivators to hold the main formation flag in order to exert its greatest power."

Seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, Lu Xianhua changed the subject and said, "Of course, even if you fellow Taoists are unwilling to take charge of the formation flag, it doesn't matter. This formation can still be operated, but the power may drop to the peak level of the Nascent Soul."

The formation flags were suspended in the air, and the eyelids of many monks drooped, unable to see any changes.

But no one took action to obtain the formation flag, which was enough to show what everyone was thinking.

"I'll take the first step."

The tall and thin monk who had been very servile before spoke and directly took one of the formation flags into his hand.

"I am willing to do my part for the safety of fellow Taoists."

With the first one, there will be the second and the third.

The Merit clone took advantage of the fifth move and grabbed a formation flag in his hand.

First, get the formation flags in your hands. As for whether there are any problems, can you still hide it from him, the formation master? In the blink of an eye, the seven formation flags fell into the hands of different cultivators. Seeing this, Lu Xianhua divided the secret of controlling the formation into seven parts and passed them to seven people respectively.

"This formation has three variations. The first thing we need to do after we go down is defense. As long as we can hold our ground, the Yin Dragon will be ours."

After receiving the formation usage guide from Lu Xianhua, the Merit Clone looked like he was studying it seriously.

But the real Shen Lian who was hiding cursed his mother.

Is there still a good person in this world of cultivating immortals?

As soon as he got the formation flag, he realized something was wrong.

First of all, it is good that this formation has the power of attack and defense, but the problem is that the functions of the formation are not fully explained.

There is another formation hidden under the flag. To construct this kind of double overlapping formation, one must at least be a master craftsman like him who is handsome and has superb skills.

However, it is quite difficult to figure out the second level of the formation without attracting attention.

However, there were no major problems with the operation mantra for the first level of the formation that Lu Xianhua gave. Once it was activated, it could form a seven-star ring formation that would protect everyone within the formation.

As for the bound runes hidden in the formation, they are all minor problems.

Since the formation flags are held by monks, the formation can be moved easily.

"I have long heard that the Xuanlian Zhenzong's formations are mysterious and unparalleled, and are well-known in the world of immortal cultivation. Today I see that they are indeed worthy of their reputation."

After setting up the formation, no one rushed into the black hole. Instead, they followed everyone's suggestions and practiced the formation several times.

During the practice, Shen Lian also figured out the function of the second level formation.

It turned out to be a triple fusion of space, summoning and positioning. This kind of formation was rare in the world of immortal cultivation, and it was the first time he encountered it.

The game of formation has come to his head.

The power of space can be used for teleportation, summoning and positioning runes, needless to say.

But it seems a little unreasonable to use the talisman for teleportation and summoning here. After all, there are a lot of overlapping spaces, and if you are not careful you will be teleported tens of thousands miles away.

Soon, Shen Lian understood.

He had never encountered the old monster in the state of transformation since the beginning of the wilderness. It was easy for the old monster in the state of transformation to avoid being discovered by him, but it would be difficult if he did not want the order of heaven and earth to notice it.

"You are a rich man, you have many tricks. I'm sorry."

…

"Fellow Daoists, let's go down and kill the Yin Dragon and divide the thread of rules equally."

Seeing that the formation practice was almost complete, Lu Xianhua called on everyone to prepare for action.

This statement is very problematic. There are only nine threads of rules on Yin Long's body, but there are twelve cultivators present, but no one has pointed it out.

Maybe after defeating the Yin Dragon, they can split it equally.

“Buzz!”

As the seven flags were activated, a formation similar to the Big Dipper emerged, enveloping everyone.

The seven formation flags turned into seven starlights, and underneath them were seven cultivators, including the Merit Clone, each controlling a formation flag, forming a whole and flying towards the pitch-black cave.

The formation flashed with light and continuously collided with the surrounding Yin energy, making a harsh sound.

Amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, countless resentful souls rushed out from below and were directly washed into nothingness by the formation.

Below the black hole, black gas was swirling, and pairs of eyes glowing with dim light were staring at the seven-star-shaped formation.

"That Yin dragon is there."

Lv Xianhua was at the center of the formation. After noticing the Yin Dragon's location, he said, "Fellow Daoists, follow me and kill the Yin Dragon together."

It was not until this moment that everyone could see clearly the size of this Yin Dragon. It was three thousand feet long from head to tail, like a black mountain, with wisps of black flames surrounding it.

These flames emitted a chill that enveloped the surroundings.

"Hunyuan Strike!"

Lu Xianhua made a gesture with both hands, and the seven suspended flags made a buzzing sound at the same time.

The seven monks holding the formation flags also took action one after another. The energy formed above the seven formation flags gathered together, and a stick shadow as big as a giant tree emerged.

The huge tree collapsed like a landslide, falling straight towards Yin Long.

Wherever it passes, the energy it stirs up sweeps in all directions.

Seeing this, Yin Long raised one of its dragon claws, and a huge dragon claw image quickly condensed in mid-air. Each claw was like a mountain with black flames hanging on it.

The dragon claw came down and held up the falling stick shadow.

The entire cave shook violently, and the rolled-up energy pushed the entire formation back a thousand feet.

The Yin Dragon's claws shattered, and its body shook violently a few times, before being grasped deeply in place again.

"Uh-huh!"

Muffled groans sounded in the formation, and many cultivators gasped and hurriedly recovered their unstable magic power.

"A bunch of rubbish."

Seeing that the formation was a bit messy, Lu Xianhua couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Fellow Daoists, please perform the third level formation transformation."

The many cultivators who had just stabilized their breath, upon hearing Lu Xianhua's call, made hand gestures and rushed towards the formation.

"Ah, what's going on? My magic power is being sucked away quickly."

When the spell was completed, everyone's magic power was mobilized and quickly immersed in the formation flag.

It is normal that formations require mana to be cast, but at this moment the cultivators found that their mana was being lost too quickly.

"Don't panic, fellow Daoist. The third level of transformation requires a large amount of mana to support it, and it will be able to burst out with combat power that exceeds that of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection."

As he spoke, magic power also surged out of Lu Xianhua's body. As the main person in the formation, he controlled the formation plate.

The magic power in his body poured into the formation plate like a dam pouring out.

Seeing the fluctuations in Lu Xianhua's body, the remaining cultivators felt slightly relieved.

“Buzz!”

But things are not as expected. Among the seven monks who control the formation flags, there is a short and dark monk who is about to cut off the connection with the surge of magic power in his body.

But when he tried this, he found that he could not break free from the connection with the formation flag. A vortex even formed in his dantian, which passively drew out his magic power.

"Friend Lu, you are hurting me!"

Releasing mana and having mana passively extracted are very different. After one person tried it, the remaining cultivators also wanted to cut off the connection with the formation, and they all suffered the same fate.

As one of the seven cultivators who controlled the formation flags, the Merit Clone also pretended to try it out, looking horrified, "Daoyou, you don't have immortal virtues!"

After saying this, he screamed again, "Ah, Taoist friend, save me, my magic power is about to be sucked away."

(End of this chapter)