His escape was so decisive that Ye Qiao stretched out his hand and grabbed the monk. He pulled him back and approached him. He asked with a smile, "You still want to run after entering the formation? Old monk? That's a nice thought."
This monk is exactly like Chen Muchan. He runs away as soon as the situation goes wrong.
Since he could enter, he could also exit naturally. He used his unique mental method to tear a space to enter the formation, and he could do it without anyone noticing.
Now that Ye Qiao had retrieved it with one hand, his fear reached its peak in an instant, "You...!"
"What do you mean by me?" Ye Qiao pointed at himself and laughed, "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't your disciple tell you what realm I am in?"
She asked questions like a string of cannonballs, making the old monk's head buzz. He wanted to argue, but he couldn't breathe under the increasing pressure. He could only speak out his heart, "...I am here to teach you what is respected in the world of cultivation."
Ye Qiao: "Then what is the honor?"
"Of course, strength is what matters." As he said this, he glanced weakly at Ye Qiao's hand holding his, and then tried to test her realm, but couldn't find out anything.
So Ben's face looked like a bitter gourd, wrinkled and looking even more miserable.
What a sin.
Ye Qiao didn't mind chatting with him for a while longer, as she hadn't yet settled the score with him for bringing a group of Buddhist and Taoist monks into her sect!
She grabbed his collar and pressed him in the center of the formation. In the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Formation, she pinched his neck with infinite illusions. He felt as if his soul was about to fly away. His legs were shaking like a sieve and he almost fell to his knees under Ye Qiao's hand.
Ye Qiao shook his head, trying to scare him, "Since strength is respected in the cultivation world, then I am also in the top three, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." He tried hard to smile with a bitter face, not daring to look at this formation a second time, and agreed with a flushed face: "My friend, what you said is absolutely right!"
Let alone the top three, she said she was first, and now he doesn't even dare to say she is second.
“…”
What a shameless monk.
What he said was indeed nice, but if Ye Qiao couldn't show some real skills today, she would be in trouble.
Ye Qiao ignored his wrinkled face, tapped twice to seal his spiritual power, and grabbed him and stuffed him into the formation.
The Nine-Revolution Samsara Formation was a real pain in the ass for even the Seventh Elder, who was skilled in the art of strange arts. As for whether he could find a way out and survive, it all depended on his magic weapon and his own abilities.
When she threw the old monk, he was instantly entangled in the formation and screamed in agony.
Chen Muchan, who was outside the formation, raised his eyes slightly, and the next second, the formation began to fluctuate.
No one knew what rushed out from there, but the power was so great that everyone stopped at the same time and subconsciously formed a shield.
The moment the Seventh Elder's soul jumped out, his first reaction was to find someone with good talent to take over.
After all, there was no one at a higher level than him at the scene.
The first person he targeted was naturally Song Hansheng, who was closest to him.
The nameless white lotus released a noble white light and covered Song Hansheng in time, preventing him from being possessed by the sudden wave of movement. Song Hansheng looked at the soul in a daze.
"Get out of the way of Song Hansheng."
Ye Qiao's voice followed closely, and he also rushed out of the formation. A spiritual sword slashed in front of Song Hansheng, forcing the Seventh Elder to retreat.
Bu Jianjun burst out with intense murderous intent, and swung out sword energy that could tear through the void. Seeing the sword rushing straight towards him, the Seventh Elder no longer lingered and plunged into the crowd at the scene.
The best plan for now is to just take over a random body.
Ye Qiao was ready to smash his soul directly. When she rushed out of the formation, the whole area was shaking with huge fluctuations. She held a spiritual sword in her left hand and a Hanguang shovel in her right hand with a murderous posture, which scared everyone so much that they almost reflexively stayed three feet away from her.
Dust was flying. She aimed at the direction where the Seventh Elder fled, with the Half Moon Crossbow ready to fire. She shot an arrow and with a muffled groan, she defeated his soul.
The Seventh Elder was like a slippery loach, and Ye Qiao could only confront him head-on and kill him directly to catch him off guard.
You can't play tricks. A cunning rabbit has three burrows. If you give the other party a chance to prepare, things will definitely not be as simple as they are today.
Everyone who was fighting at the scene fell silent. Looking at Ye Qiao holding the shovel, they unconsciously shifted their gaze to Zhou Xingyun.
What is this called?
Real or fake Hanguang shovel?
"She even imitated our Merit Golden Lotus!" The Buddhists jumped up and down, "Where did this person get so many fakes?"
Ye Qiao sneered and cast the Lianxu Curse again in the direction where the Seventh Elder fled. In an instant, the sky was filled with gray smoke and the sun and moon lost their light.
An explosion centered on the Seven Elders.
No one dared to speak for a moment.
"Shut up." Chen Muchan covered the door of the disciple who was talking nonsense and hid in the crowd, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.
The spirits of the Seventh Elder were all photographed, and Ye Qiao followed closely behind, but there was no sign of his master.
His face couldn't help but be gloomy. It seemed that his master might be dead. He should consider packing up and inheriting Buddhism.
Ye Qiao showed no mercy in his moves. The Seventh Elder endured the pain of his soul being torn apart and divided his soul into more than a dozen parts. As long as the cultivator's soul was immortal, there would be plenty of opportunities to make a comeback.
If Ye Qiao doesn't care about herself, can she ignore her disciples?
He divided his spirit soul into several parts and possessed different disciples to squeeze out their spirit souls.
He looks no different from an ordinary disciple.
The Seventh Elder glanced at her sinisterly and quietly hid his aura. He was careless this time. When he escaped this disaster, he would make sure to turn her into ashes.
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