The seven monks who controlled the formation flags screamed, and one of the weaker monks even had his body twitching. He wanted to summon his Nascent Soul to break free from the confinement of the formation flags.

However, the more he struggled, the stronger the spiritual restriction from the formation flag became, and he could not break free at all.

The Merit Clone looked at his fellow practitioners around him and pretended to be in good shape. The formation absorbing everyone's magic power was not a big deal. What he cared about was another formation hidden in the formation flags.

"What is the plan?"

Boom! As it absorbed the mana of many cultivators, the momentum of the entire formation surged. After the seven formation flags turned into seven stars, blurry shadows appeared on them.

These phantoms ranged in height from hundreds to thousands of feet. They held different types of magical weapons in their hands, glared angrily, and marched towards the direction of the Nine-headed Yin Dragon.

Every step he took caused the void to vibrate. As huge magical weapons fell, even the powerful Yin Dragon aura was still overturned, and large areas of cold and yin air were broken.

"Haha, I will never forget the friendship between you fellow Taoists."

Seeing this, Lu Xianhua, who was in charge of the formation, laughed loudly, and rays of spiritual light quickly rolled out from his body, forming a dagger with purple light, which sank into the dragon head in the middle of the nine-headed Yin dragon.

In an instant, the roar of the Nine-headed Yin Dragon that was stabbed by the dagger suddenly stopped, and the cold and gloomy air surging around it also collapsed.

The sounds of "plop" were heard, and the seven monks who were in charge of the formation flags fell down from the sky one by one. Their breath was weak, as if they had suffered a serious blow.

The seven people who reacted, regardless of the fact that their own magic power was running low, quickly retreated, and each of them took out blood elixirs, spiritual medicines and other things from their storage magic treasures and stuffed them into their mouths in one breath.

"Friend Lu, I don't want the thread of rules this time. See you later."

After Pei Yunshan swallowed a magical medicine, he tried his best to practice his skills and rushed towards the entrance.

The thread of rules is good, but you have to be alive to get it.

One person retreated, and the remaining few people showed fear on their faces, and turned into streams of light and rushed towards the entrance.

Merit's clone was also among these people, but he was not really leaving.

The other six people really wanted to leave, but unfortunately they couldn't.

The seven people had just flown to the entrance when suddenly the flags in front of them rose rapidly, creating a whirlpool of wind.

In an instant, the seven people screamed one by one, fell from the air, and were caught in the formation flags.

"My fellow Taoists, please help them to the end. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

At this moment, not only the seven people who controlled the formation flags, but also the remaining four monks who did not control the formation flags were shocked.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, our sect has always been headed by the Zhen Sect."

The tall and thin monk who had been serving Lu Xianhua looked at Lu Xianhua with horror.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, my sect will take care of your sect in the future."

Lu Xianhua had an indifferent expression. A formation plate flew out and the seven formation flags formed a new formation, this time covering the remaining four cultivators who did not control the formation flags.

"My fellow Taoists, in this world, the fish eat the shrimp. I'm sorry, I am the fish today."

After saying this, Lu Xianhua did not look at his lackey Fellow Daoist Wu again. This guy was the first one to pick up the formation flag at the beginning, which made the other cultivators let down their guard a little.

He has made some contributions, and he, Lu, is not a wicked man. I hope he can take care of the Dingyue Sect behind him in the future.

The collections of eleven monks of the same level should be quite a lot.

Daoist friends collect all the threads of rules. In a word, they are both flourishing inside and outside.

Lu Xianhua's words made the ten cultivators present feel as if they were entering an abyss. As for the remaining clone of merit, he also pretended to be like this.

To put it bluntly, the current situation only shows that Lu Xianhua is more skilled. These cultivators thought they could take advantage of the situation by having more people, and they also underestimated Lu Xianhua's appetite.

But he wants them all. He is worthy of being a cultivator from the Huashen Sect. He has a really big appetite.

Considering that he had to work so hard to kill eleven cultivators, the top disciple of Huashen Sect wanted to take eleven of them at once.

In addition, this guy is quite insidious. Eleven cultivators are trapped in the formation, and seven of them are the flag bearers of the formation. They control the formation to suppress the remaining four people, thus driving away the wolves and tigers.

Shen Lian felt that he should learn this method, it was simply too inhumane.

Lu Xianhua didn't even look at the cultivators in the formation, and headed towards the nine-headed Yin dragon that was fixed in the distance.

…

"Lv Xianhua, you will not die well."

"If you can get out, you must make public what you have done."

The seven monks who controlled the formation flags were completely involved in it. After the formation started to work, streams of light like lightning kept falling, causing the four monks in the formation to scream in pain.

In such a desperate situation, several people could only bark helplessly.

The seven formation flags hung high like stars to suppress the turmoil. Lu Xianhua suspended the formation plate high in the sky.

In one of the formation flags, the clone of merit was covered by circles of formation patterns.

Lu Xianhua hung the formation plate directly in the air, which highlighted his confidence. This mixed formation formation was derived from the sect's method of guarding the Xuanlian formation.

Since Lu Xianhua was able to become a disciple of the Master Huashen Lingzun, his attainments in formations were naturally not low. Although he had not yet reached the fourth-rank upper grade, he was also a fourth-rank mid-grade formation master.

Just because he couldn’t refine a fourth-grade superior formation, it didn’t mean he couldn’t control it.

However, it is not easy even for a formation master to advance to the realm of deity transformation. The Xuanlian Formation Sect has three deity masters, which also represents that the sect has three factions.

Even with the size of the Xuanlian Zhen Sect, it can currently only support one person's advancement to the Divine Transformation stage.

Moreover, he was not entirely supportive within the sect, but mostly hindered by it, so he needed to obtain a large amount of resources from the outside to prepare for his advancement to the Divine Transformation stage.

Shen Lian did not expect that Lu Xianhua would hang the main formation plate high, which just gave him an opportunity. It would be a bit difficult to completely seize control of the formation.

When he noticed that the formation had a second level, he guessed in his heart that the formation might be related to the Divine Transformation cultivator of the Xuanlian Zhen Sect.

If this guess is correct, according to normal thinking, he would naturally destroy the formation and prevent the Divine Transformation cultivator from descending, otherwise he would be in trouble.

But this is an overlapping space covered by the order of heaven and earth. Look at the Yin dragon pretending to be dead.

Needless to say what it means.

It is estimated that the goal of this Yin Dragon from the beginning to the end is to lure out the old monster Huashen.

It takes several Nascent Soul cultivators returning to heaven and earth to squeeze out a few ounces of oil, how could it be compared to the oil and water produced by the God Transformation cultivators?

Shen Lian speculated that if he dared to blast out the Xuanlian Zhenzong's Shenhua, he would probably be blasted out next, and it would not be easy for him to come in again.

The formation that used the Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator as energy started to operate, and it was still seven against one. Soon, the four cultivators in the formation were blasted to the point of vomiting blood and began to fall.

Lu Xianhua came to the Yin Dragon from a distance and grabbed the thread of rules with his big hand.

He first took the thread of rule with thunder attribute into his pocket. Although he did not practice thunder magic, this thing was enough to be exchanged for spiritual objects useful to him in the core eighteen immortal cultivation worlds.

When Lu Xianhua was about to put the remaining threads of rules into his pocket, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the formation.

"who!"

At this moment, a formation like seven stars in a row was suspended in the air. The four monks who were suppressed in the formation had already passed away, and the remaining seven monks who were in charge of the formation flags were also sucked away and became skin and bones.

One by one, storage magic treasures and magic treasures whose spiritual powers had been shattered were scattered everywhere.

Lu Xianhua's eyes swept around like lightning, especially after continuously sweeping inside and outside the formation, a spiritual sword as thin as a cicada's wing flew out from his dantian and slashed towards a piece of nothingness in the distance.

This made the Merit Clone who was about to attack stop and silently retract his foot.

In the dim distance, a rolling snake suddenly appeared, and with a stir of its body, it annihilated the oncoming surging sword energy into nothingness.

"Brother Lu, why are you so heartless? You should at least let people drink some soup when you eat meat."

A soft voice sounded, and demonic power surged above the rolling snake. A graceful figure appeared at the head of the snake.

The monk was completely naked and didn't care at all about his leaks.

"Let's divide the storage treasures of the eleven cultivators equally. I want four threads of rules."

Seeing the strange female cultivator appear, Lu Xianhua's face turned very ugly, "Mrs. Tengpan, do you think this is still a sect?"

“Hehe, whether in the sect or not, you and I are still senior and junior brothers and sisters. Senior brother wants to advance to the Divine Transformation stage, and so does junior sister. You can’t let junior sister be the ancestor’s concubine for the rest of her life. Junior sister also wants to play with male cultivators, but that old thing…”

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Lu Xianhua stared at the demon snake and said, "Next."

Let him say it, he rolled up four strands of rule silk from the Yin Dragon and was about to throw them towards the demon snake.

But in an instant, something unexpected happened.

The spiritual sword that Lu Xianhua had summoned earlier slashed fiercely in the air, and a sword energy as vast as a galaxy poured down.

At the same time, the snake demon also attacked, and the demonic energy around her body transformed into a black-scaled monster snake a thousand feet in size.

The attacks from both sides collided, submerging the surrounding void.

The rolled up energy rolled the mixed formation to the outer area. The Merit Clone did not expect that his fellow disciples would fight so fiercely, and he just started to hack the opponent to death.

He won't be able to do anything about it.

"You stinky bitch, don't think that just because you've been a cannon for Master for a few days, you can put pressure on me."

Murderous intent flashed in Lu Xianhua's eyes. He rolled up his life-saving spiritual treasure Fu Tian Sword, which turned into thousands of swords and chopped directly on the body of the snake girl. The burning blood of the demon, accompanied by screams, filled the void.

He will kill anyone who prevents him from advancing to the divine realm.

"Lv Xianhua, if you dare to kill me, aren't you afraid of ruining our ancestors' important plans?"

The snake demon rolled up its body, stretched out its long snake fangs to lick the wound, and the female cultivator who appeared on it screamed.

At the moment the sword light fell in the air, as this sentence froze in mid-air, Lu Xianhua looked at the female cultivator coldly.

"roll."

"My disciple, if you dare to hurt my master's wife, I will whisper in your ear."

Seeing that she had a chance to catch her breath, the snake woman immediately took out something similar to a magic disk.

"You dare!"

Lu Xianhua, who was trying to appear calm, was shocked when he saw the same formation.

If the two array plates were combined into one, the hidden ancestor could be forcibly summoned out, but now is not the time.

It would be disastrous if the ancestor showed up and found out that the two of them were attacking each other.

"What are you going to do? Now is not the time yet!"

The snake woman looked pitiful with long hair sticking to her mouth and blood all over her body. She stared at Lu Xianhua and directly injected her demonic power into the formation.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, golden light appeared on the array plate.

(End of this chapter)