The two formations intersected to form a double star, with the remaining seven formation flags guarding outside, and crackling sounds could be heard all around.

The sudden force caused the seemingly solid void around to be suddenly covered with cracks.

However, the power of the two stars released a dazzling starlight that enveloped all directions, allowing the space with cracks to remain broken but not collapsed.

An atmosphere of incompatibility and mutual repulsion erupted between the two.

Faintly, an illusory figure emerged from the binary stars, being pulled in the large patch of bright light, making the shadow become narrow, long and twisted.

“The old man who transformed into a god… bah… the old monster who transformed into a god!”

The clone of merit wrapped in one of the formation flags couldn't help but grin as he sensed the aura emanating from the illusory figure.

It turns out that the old guys all have backup plans.

"who!"

At this moment, the aura of the Merit Clone could no longer be concealed and was discovered by Lu Xianhua.

"It's you, you..."

Seeing the clone of merit turning into a stream of light and rushing out of the formation flag, Lu Xianhua was greatly surprised, and even looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Tengpan Niang, who was licking her wounds and defending herself, was also shocked. She had already seen the several monks who were caught in the formation flags, otherwise they would not have jumped out and said they wanted to have a share of the pie.

No one knew better than them what the formations produced by their own sect looked like.

How could someone use the formation of their Xuanlian Zhenzong to hide?

This joke is a bit too much.

She saw a look of self-doubt on the face of her disciple and senior brother opposite her.

The Xuanlian Zhen Sect has been passed down for 87,000 years, and is now even more of a Huashen Sect. In terms of formations, it can be said to be the leader among the three hundred immortal cultivators in the world.

It has always been his Xuanlian Zhenzong who plays tricks on others with the formation.

The change in Lu Xianhua's expression was clearly seen by the Merit Clone. If what he expected was correct, Little Lu should be a little autistic.

“Buzz!”

Lu Xianhua hesitated, but the clone of merit did not hesitate. He slapped the air with his palm, and the thunder umbrella broke through the air, forming a pole of five elements of magic power, attached with rays of thunder dragon's gun light, which pierced the void and made a clanging sound.

The colorful lightning broke through the air and stabbed towards Lu Xianhua.

Even if the old monster in the state of transformation is about to come out, he will have to fight back before leaving.

The one who cooperated with the lightning-attracting umbrella was Shen Lian himself. A phoenix image with five colorful flames burning all over its body let out a loud cry and rushed towards Lu Xianhua first.

The strength of the divine power of 366,000 zhang is nothing to a Spiritual Transformation cultivator, but to the normal Nascent Soul Great Perfection divine power of 230,000 or 240,000 zhang, it is like a torrent rolling down.

Although Lu Xianhua was a little autistic, it was only for a moment. In addition to his skill as a formation master, he was also a top-level Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, this time he was faced with a double blow from Shen Lian's lack of martial ethics. When he wanted to summon a personal formation to protect himself, he felt a pain in his head, and then he was submerged by colorful electric light.

“Puff, puff, puff.”

Under the burst of electric light, Lu Xianhua's body was instantly turned into minced meat.

"ah……"

It only took a moment for the top-level Nascent Soul to advance to the bald Nascent Soul. The little Nascent Soul showed panic and an expression of disbelief.

"Junior sister, save me!"

But the movement of Lu Xianhua's Nascent Soul stopped the next moment. What Shen Lian wanted this time was speed. Another bolt of lightning fell and shattered the man's Nascent Soul.

Facing death, Lu Xianhua felt as if time had stopped, and in that instant it seemed as if he had gone back to his more than a thousand years of cultivation.

As a disciple of the Huashen Sect, he progressed from the outer sect to the inner sect, the core sect, and then became a disciple of the ancestor and advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

As time went by, he went from sleeping with his junior sister to sleeping with his junior sister's wife, and they became enemies because of the Tao...

In just half a breath, only a wisp of soul smoke remained of Lu Xianhua.

Two breaths after killing Lu Xianhua, the Merit Clone looked back at the still moving power of the two stars. The illusory shadow became more and more twisted and narrow, but the pressure descending from the void became more and more powerful.

It seems that I can't get out without some time.

Suddenly, the Merit Clone locked onto the female snake cultivator in the distance.

Being locked by the clone of Merit, Teng Pan Niang's eyelids jumped suddenly. Before she could react, her disciple and former lover had passed away.

After exchanging a glance with the clone of Merit, Tengpan Niang shuddered all over. She sensed the Double Star Formation. The ancestor who could manifest an illusory shadow was always locked by the pressure from heaven, and the two sides were repelling each other.

“Crack!”

At this moment, the flag in the double star formation that was once controlled by the Merit clone suddenly shattered into dozens of pieces.

In an instant, the shadow emerging from the binary stars suddenly became three feet shorter.

"When our ancestor comes, he will tear you into pieces!"

Tengpan Niang's voice was shrill, but what responded to her was a burst of colorful lightning that came down from the sky.

There was also a sudden tingling sensation in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"ah!"

A scream was heard, and the figure of the female cultivator derived from the snake head of Tengpan Niang shattered. A long black snake rolled in the air, constantly swinging its tail and hitting the void.

When it came time to harvest, Shen Lian naturally wouldn't be polite. He first sent out a divine thought and then a silver spear came out of his body.

The colorful lightning that spread across the sky covered Teng Pan Niang.

With a "puff" sound, the pointed part of the lightning-attracting umbrella pierced into the black and strong body of Tengpan Niang.

Rays of lightning were released between the scales of Tengpanniang, and large amounts of blood gushed out. Even at this time, the body of this demon woman had not yet collapsed, and she rolled in the air, screaming continuously.

Seeing that Tengpan Niang was still struggling, Shen Lian launched another spiritual attack.

His idea was to get the storage magic treasure from this woman and then fly away immediately.

As for the god who escaped from the formation, he was naturally handed over to the Nine-headed Yin Dragon to deal with.

"How dare you!"

There was a loud bang, like the sound of thunder.

Among the two stars, a figure wearing a jade crown emerged, with his feet stepping on the two stars. His body was shrouded in a black light, resisting the pressure from all sides.

Seeing Tengpan Niang rolling on the ground with blood gushing out of her body, the cultivator shouted angrily, then opened his mouth and a ball of black energy as water flew out, breaking through the restrictions of the order of heaven and earth and heading towards the direction of the merit clone.

After the black water broke out of the energy seal of heaven and earth, a layer of ice chips condensed in the void wherever it passed, and quickly spread in all directions.

"Ancestor, save me."

Seeing the help coming, Teng Pan Niang screamed miserably, and even struggled to gather the demonic energy from her broken body, transforming into a weak female cultivator wearing palace clothes, looking pitiful.

"Senior Brother Xianhua was also killed by this person."

The sudden appearance of cold air caused a layer of frost to condense on the body of the Merit Clone. This frost penetrated into the body and went straight into the Dantian, apparently trying to freeze the Dantian and Nascent Soul.

Unfortunately, there is no clone.

"Put on your clothes, I still don't recognize you at all!"

The Merit Clone also noticed something strange about the demon woman who had withstood his spiritual attacks twice in a row.

The five-colored spiritual fire was released to disperse the ice chips around, but this scene made him feel a little strange, as these ice chips were too easy to disperse.

A colorful halo emerged from the body of the Merit Clone and immediately enveloped the witch.

The colorful spiritual light released by the aperture fixed a spiritual treasure that looked like a purple grape in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, the image of the Tiandu Phoenix suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​divine consciousness, and with one claw it tore the demon woman's divine consciousness figurine into pieces.

"Pan Niang!"

The figure of the monk who was still struggling on the binary stars saw the soul smoke rising from the broken body of the demon snake, and he suddenly became furious and rolled up more icy air.

However, Shen Lian, who had killed Teng Pan Niang, frowned, feeling something was wrong.

But he could feel the terrifying aura emanating from behind him and he had no time to waste.

"Fellow Daoist Yinlong, we will meet again later."

Leaving behind a few words, the Merit Clone rushed towards the entrance.

We have picked up all the bargains here, and have not delayed the order of heaven and earth in attracting the old monster, it's a win-win situation.

It was the collection of at least twelve Taoists in the late Nascent Soul stage. If the demon girl and Lu Xianhua had gained other things before, the amount of spoils would be absolutely staggering.

The nine-headed Yin dragon was suspended in the void, with a hole on the forehead of the middle dragon. It looked like it had been killed, but in fact, according to Shen Lian, the dragon was pretending to be dead.

At this moment, the Yin Dragon opened the eyes of the middle dragon head, looked at the clone of merit that was fleeing with green light all over its body, looked at the phantom that was wrestling with the order of heaven and earth, and closed his eyes again.

According to the fluctuations of the order of heaven and earth, it can only take action when a spiritual cultivator appears.

This...should not completely belong to the state of incarnation.

"Where are you going? I'll make you pay with your life!"

Above the two stars, Yuguan's figure has turned from illusory to solid, with a cold light flashing from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and his eyebrows are as sharp as swords and his eyes are as bright as stars.

He grabbed with both hands, and a black mysterious ice lotus flew out, rushing towards the merit clone with a whoosh.

"Why……"

Looking at the motionless Yin Dragon, and feeling the figure stepping out of the Double Star Formation and attacking him, the Merit Clone took a step forward with his legs.

What's going on?

Did I make a wrong inference before?

That's right, with the help of the perception of the True Body of Merit, the old dragon had been luring the enemy deep into the territory from the beginning, probably in order to lure out the old monster who had transformed into a spirit.

But now the old monster appeared, why did Yin Long glare at him and then close his eyes to take a nap? Hey hey...what did the look in Yin Long's big eyes just now mean? This nine-headed old worm was mocking him.

While running, the Merit Clone's body was shining brightly with green light, and the surrounding void was illuminated by mysterious runes.

However.

The black lotus attacking from behind showed no sign of stopping.

This surprised the Merit Clone who was previously invincible in the wilderness. What does this mean? "Buzz!"

In an instant, a black lotus appeared in the air, and the clone of merit and virtue along with the surrounding void were frozen in ice.

The lotus released dense, knife-like black light, which cut through the frozen area.

In an instant, the clone of merit was cut into dozens of pieces. Each piece was neatly arranged, glowing with colorful light, and was in perfect appearance.

Dozens of colorful steaks, tenderloins, thighs, and elbows were shaking. Two palms first pushed apart the ice, then pulled back the scattered bodies and reassembled them.

Finally, he planted his head on the ground, staring with wide eyes, "Whose ancestor are you, to have the guts to chop me down?"

(End of this chapter)