Chapter 106
The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed after Rong Jing said this.
But this relief did not last long. When Qi Tian used the blood mist to attack the formation several times, but was stubbornly resisted by the members of the special department, his patience turned into nothingness at this moment.
Not wanting to waste any more time with these young ants, Qi Tian stood on the top of the mountain. He spread his arms, closed the four eyes on his two heads, and moved his lips slightly, as if he was silently chanting some obscure spell.
As time passed, dark clouds gathered again between heaven and earth. Thunder roared in the distance, and silver light split the mountains, revealing ghostly faces that roared and screamed silently. At the same moment, Rong Jing and his companions suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet seem to be burning. They lowered their heads and saw the patterns of the sacrificial formation flickering continuously, followed by the blood-red mark rising from the ground.
"Qi Tian can't wait any longer." Si Liu narrowed his eyes, "I thought he was really stupid."
He had wasted two arms delaying the formation's activation, and Qi Tian was happy to deal with him. He had initially thought Qi Tian had been tricked, but now it seemed he was quite clear-headed. He was willing to waste time dealing with them, probably because he thought the formation would activate in an instant, and Feng Si and the others at Xuantian Temple were completely trapped in the dragon vein's heart, unable to leave.
That's why they dare to act so recklessly.
"What should we do now?" Duan Xun asked.
In a short time, even he, a large ghost, felt the pressure from all sides. Looking at the group of young Taoists, colorless threads were piercing their bodies with an unstoppable force, imperceptible to the naked eye. The sudden pain made the members' faces pale slightly. Furthermore, they could no longer control their bodies and were actually moving towards the center of the formation.
"Strange, why can't I control my legs?"
"Me too, I clearly didn't want to go over there!"
"My hands, my hands are paralyzed!"
Amidst the panicked screams, fear began to spread silently.
Chi Bai and his group were also affected. Seeing him start to move towards the center, Rong Jing gritted his teeth. He looked down at the right leg that was raised against his will, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes. The black and gold banner appeared in his dark eyes. In an instant, wind and clouds surged outside the formation. The black and gold banner suddenly rose high. The huge banner was like a mountain, covering the formation, trying to penetrate the sacrificial formation. At the same time, countless black rays emerged from it, turning into silk to hook the waist or leg of every member who tried to move forward.
Rong Jing bit his lip and shouted, "Collect!"
Bang!
The black silk suddenly tightened and was pulled back. All the members who were about to approach the center of the sacrificial formation were pulled back by this fierce pull and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
"It's just a last-ditch effort."
Qi Tian watched this scene coldly and reached out again.
The sacrificial formation he set up was more than one circle larger than Rong Jing's protective formation. Now the sacrificial formation was tightened little by little, and soon it shrank to a size similar to the protective formation.
Qi Tian raised his lips in a gloomy arc, and said, "Now, I will let you know how big the gap is between Xuantian Temple's formation and mine!"
Click.
The sacrificial formation shrank again, unexpectedly squeezing the protective formation. Then, the crackling sounds of damage continued. The barrier that had finally blocked the blood mist was actually shattered!
Seeing this, the members were anxious but helpless.
Although Rong Jing used the black gold banner to drag them all to a "safe" place, their bodies were still controlled by an unknown force and they were unable to add any strength to the protective formation. They could only watch the formation break down.
At that time... they will really become sacrifices to Qi Tian!
The cracks in the protective formation grew more and more, and finally, after a few seconds, with a loud bang, it completely exploded. Countless pale golden fragments crashed to the ground, and upon contact with the red marks on the ground, they were absorbed by the red marks, leaving nothing behind.
Rong Jing and his group's expressions suddenly changed.
"If there is a next life, remember to stay away from Xuantian Temple." Qi Tian's words were a 'well-intentioned' reminder, but they were full of sarcasm.
The sacrificial formation is fully activated.
Everyone felt the pain of their bodies being forcibly torn apart.
"ah--"
Screams and groans were heard everywhere, and for a moment Rong Jing felt as if his body was about to be torn into many pieces.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the black-gold banner, biting his lips with his teeth. The smell of blood quickly filled his nose. When his mind was about to be occupied by the pain, he couldn't help but think in his heart -
Didn’t the Grandmaster say that nothing would happen to him coming to Nanling?
He's almost dying, how can you say he'll be fine?
If he really died and became a ghost, he would find the ancestor and ask him what he meant.
The messy thoughts quickly came to Xie Changshi again. He didn't know how Xie Changshi was doing now. If Xie Changshi knew that he was dead, would he be very sad? He had painted a lot of big promises for Xie Changshi and said that they had a long future.
As a result, he is going to break his promise.
A drop of blood fell from Rong Jing's body and was quickly absorbed by the formation.
Then, the formation madly deprived Rong Jing of blood from his wounds, and Rong Jing's face turned as white as winter snow in an instant.
His vision began to blur, with layers of shadows appearing.
Just as Rong Jing was completely exhausted and fell to his knees, a deep voice suddenly exploded in his ear: "Qitian, die!"
Golden light exploded the sacrificial formation, and with a bang, everyone, including Rong Jing, Duan Xun, and Si Liu, were flung several meters away. Miraculously, as they were flung away, the blood they had lost began to flow back into their bodies.
Rong Jing's eyes were clear, and therefore, he caught sight of the person standing in the air in front of Qi Tian.
——Feng Si.
The young man was tall and slender, with a cold expression, and his pale eyes reflected Qi Tian's ugly appearance.
Behind him, several uncles from Xuantian Temple stood silently. They were all wearing Taoist robes with the mark of Xuantian Temple, holding whisks in their hands. Their faces were either old or young, but they all looked serious and cold.
"Evil creature." Liao Shu on the right uttered two words from his throat.
Hearing these two familiar words, Qi Tian was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. His laughter was extremely exaggerated. He bent down, covered his stomach, and when he stood up, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
His laughter shook the mountains behind him.
After laughing for a long time, Qi Tiancai managed to calm down a bit and finally said, "It's been over two hundred years, Liao Shu, why are you still using these two words to curse people? If you don't know how to curse, you can ask me first and I'll teach you - waste, idiot, traitor, don't we have a lot of words like that?"
But then he changed his tone: "But the words waste and idiot seem to be more suitable for you."
"Not necessarily." Feng Si, the leader, said expressionlessly, "I actually think it suits you. You painstakingly planned a scheme to lure the tiger away from its mountain, only to fall so low as to need these young juniors as sacrifices to boost your strength. And in the end, your plan failed. Isn't being called a waste and a fool a good fit for you?"
The smile on Qi Tian's face gradually faded. He stared at Feng Si for a long moment before saying, "Brother, you know, I've always hated your... calm and composed demeanor. Especially when you're lecturing me, it strikes me as incredibly hypocritical."
"Really? But I don't plan to change. If you can't stand it, you can die now."
Rong Jing: “…”
The other uncles in Xuantian Temple: "..."
Members of the special department: "..."
Should I say it or not, what's the difference between Uncle Fengsi's mouth and one filled with poison?
However, Rong Jing was slightly surprised to learn that Qi Tian actually came from Xuantian Temple. He frowned, his thoughts returning to Qi Tian, and he felt that this fact was not difficult to predict. After all, from previous events and conversations, it was clear that Qi Tian was quite familiar with Xuantian Temple. Moreover, Qi Tian's attitude when discussing Xuantian Temple before seeing his uncle clearly showed that he had a certain dislike for it.
Now, hearing the word "senior brother" from Qi Tian's mouth, Rong Jing felt that he could probably guess the reason.
He had been in Xuantian Temple for several years and had never heard of the name Qi Tian. So, if nothing unexpected happened, Qi Tian must have violated the taboo of Xuantian Temple and was driven out by Grandpa Taixu.
There is naturally no need to mention someone who no longer belongs to Xuantian Temple.
Rong Jing pondered silently, while the others, still caught up in Feng Si's outburst, were silent for a moment. Qi Tian, however, could not accept Feng Si's taunting. His expression darkened completely, and he stared at Feng Si for a long moment before asking, "Brother, since you've brought the other brothers here, has the dragon vein issue been resolved?"
Feng Si didn't say anything.
Qi Tian smiled and said, "It seems that there is none. That's right, if the problem of the dragon vein is solved, it won't just be you who will come here. There should be an old man as well."
"Speaking of the old man, I haven't seen him for almost two hundred years. I wonder if he's doing well now?"
"You're still alive, what do you think of him?" Feng Si's expression and voice were calm. "Also, don't call me Senior Brother. Xuantian Temple expelled you a long time ago. Don't bring up our relationship. It makes me feel embarrassed in front of the younger generation."
The younger generations watching: "..."
But they really want to eat melon.
Feng Si probably felt truly embarrassed and didn't want to waste time with Qi Tian. He glanced back and immediately said to Liao Shu, "Junior brother, take them away."
Liao Shu flicked his whisk, his figure did not move, but a magic weapon appeared in his palm.
The magical weapon was the size of a ping-pong ball, round and black, with obscure runes painted on its surface. As Liao Shu threw it over the crowd's heads, it suddenly grew larger, enveloping all the members of the special department. A strange suction force surged from above, and everyone's eyes widened. Within seconds, their figures vanished from their original positions, replaced by the magical weapon.
"Holy crap! Is this the true essence of Xuantian Temple?" one of the special department members said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've never seen such an amazing magical weapon in my life."
Duan Xun glanced at the young man standing beside Si Liu and explained, "I heard that the magic weapons in Xuantian Temple were all left by the founder."
Si Liu poked Rong Jing with his newly grown hand and asked him, "Where is your magic weapon?"
Rong Jing looked at him: "Obviously, I don't have any."
Si Liu: “Why?”
Rong Jing: "The magical instruments left by our ancestors are all in Grandpa Taixu's Qiankun bag. According to the rules of Xuantian Temple, Taoist disciples can open the Qiankun bag when they reach adulthood, but I have been sleeping in the coffin and missed the age of eighteen. I have never had the chance to meet Grandpa Taixu since then."
This magic weapon naturally cannot be chosen.
Si Liu nodded, so that's how it is.
He looked up at the young man standing in the air, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his chin propped up in his hand, looking thoughtful. "I didn't expect Qi Tian was once a member of Xuantian Temple. No wonder he knew the address of Xuantian Temple and occupied it. Even with Qi Tian's ability, I don't know if Feng Si and the others can defeat him."
"Master Feng Si is the best fighter in Xuantian Temple." Rong Jing added, "If Master Feng Si can't defeat us, today will probably not end well."
But having said that, Rong Jing still has 100% trust in Feng Si in his heart.
In his eyes, apart from Old Man Taixu, there was no one stronger than Feng Si. Not to mention that besides Feng Si, there were also Liao Shu and others assisting him.
As Feng Si and Qi Tian continued their standoff, Rong Jing, using the magical instrument now in Liao Shu's hands, bounced around inside and tapped it, trying to attract Liao Shu's attention. Liao Shu's peripheral vision caught his eye, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he tapped the instrument with his fingers. Immediately, a voice fell into Rong Jing's mouth, and he asked with a smile, "It's Xiao Ajing, what's wrong?"
Rong Jing asked him quietly, "Master Liao Shu, you're all here. Is the dragon vein okay?"
"You're asking that?" Liao Shu said calmly, "Don't worry. Master Taixu is over there, and so are the old men from the Taoist temple. They can handle it."
The old guy in the Taoist temple?
Chi Bai's eyes rolled, and he quickly leaned over and asked, "Are they my grandpa and the others?"
Liao Shu looked at his facial features, a familiar but old face imprinted in his mind, and nodded: "Of course. So don't worry, whether it's the problem of Qi Tian or the destruction of the dragon vein, we will handle it."
When talking about Qi Tian, Liao Shu sneered.
He didn't speak to Rong Jing and the others anymore. Instead, he sheathed his magical instruments and immediately set up a formation. Seeing this, the other uncles simultaneously swung their whisks and followed suit. The golden light and formation erupting from each person amplified infinitely, until at some point, they spread and merged, the formation expanding from its initial small size to a massive size that could completely cover the entire mountaintop.
boom.
The formation fell from above, trying to trap Qi Tian and Feng Si together. However, Qi Tian had been in Xuantian Temple for many years and was very familiar with Xuantian Temple's methods. As soon as he saw Liao Shu setting up the formation, he guessed what they were going for.
Without hesitation, he turned into a blood mist and rushed towards the distant mountain at a speed faster than the wind.
Seeing this, Feng Si's eyes were cold and he said calmly: "Since you are here, don't leave."
The blood-red banner hung suspended in the air, rustling in the whistling wind. Countless snakes emerged from it, swiftly biting into the blood mist. Just as Qi Tian had used his sharp blade to pierce Duan Xun, who had transformed into black mist, now the golden-colored snakes were like biting into their food. The stinging pain emanated from all directions. Qi Tian, with a determined heart, decided to ignore the pain and once again exerted his strength to move forward.
But Feng Si would never give him this opportunity.
The golden snake suddenly expanded in size, and when it bit the blood mist again, it exerted great force and threw the blood mist backwards.
At the same time, a group of golden snakes turned into golden patterns and drew countless runes, blocking the direction Qi Tian was leaving.
At first glance, it looks like an iron wall.
Qi Tian, who had already turned into a bloody mist, was shocked when he saw the rune. He didn't need the snake's help at all and fled back without hesitation. It was also at this moment that the formation set up by Liao Shu and others was completely destroyed.
There were vibration sounds all around, and countless grass, wood, dust and debris were blown up. Golden rays of light extended and gathered upwards. At the top, a golden dragon was coiled, its head looking at Qi Tian in the formation and roaring.
——Xuantian Temple’s top formation, the Dragon Trapping Formation, was completely formed at this moment.
Qi Tian's expression was somewhat grim, but when facing Feng Si, he still laughed: "I never thought that this Dragon Trapping Formation would be used on me in the end."
During the years when he was in Xuantian Temple, he proposed to learn the Dragon Trapping Formation, but was rejected by Taoist Taixu.
As a result, more than two hundred years later, the dragon-trapping formation reappeared in a form that trapped him.
Qi Tian sighed: "So, actually, Master has been doubting me since that time."
Feng Si frowned and said coldly, "After becoming like this, do you still not understand what people say? You have been expelled from Xuantian Temple. We don't have any fellow disciples or masters like you here."
As if he found Qi Tian's words annoying, Feng Si unhesitatingly transformed the blood-red flag into a long sword. Holding the sword, he quickly disappeared from the scene. Qi Tian's face changed slightly when he saw this. The blood mist in his hand also transformed into a barrier, blocking Feng Si's attack.
But the moment the sword pierced the barrier, heaven and earth seemed to pause for a second.
What followed was the sound of something shattering.
"Waste." As these two words fell, Feng Si attacked again.
Phew.
The longsword pierced through the bloody mist and struck Qi Tian's chest. Qi Tian's expression suddenly changed, and he dodged to the side. But although he dodged quickly, he was not completely faster than Feng Si. The tip of the longsword slashed through his chest and directly penetrated his arm.
Seeing this, Feng Si turned his sword without hesitation.
The sharp sword blade cut the muscles, tendons and bones inside Qi Tian's arm.
As their eyes met, Qi Tian's two heads showed a ferocious look, but Feng Si raised the corner of his mouth with a cold arc, and with a flick of his hand, Qi Tian's arm was actually cut off directly!
"ah--!"
Screams filled the entire dragon-trapping formation. Qi Tian's face turned pale. When the long sword came again, he retreated without hesitation, covering the wound on his arm.
The arm that was cut off by Feng Si was thrown high up and then fell high down.
As it neared the ground, a dark shadow emerged from Feng Si's sword, grabbed his arm, and swallowed it whole. The shadow burped with satisfaction, its body completely free of the sword. Then, its full form—a giant snake—coiled behind Feng Si, its massive head raised high, its tongue lolling, and an aura of extreme terror began to spread throughout the Dragon Trapping Formation.
This is the evil ghost raised by Fengsi.
It is said that it was transformed from a very spiritual boa constrictor.
Seeing this scene, the many special department members in Liao Shu's magic tool couldn't help but be a little surprised: "This is the first time I've seen someone keeping evil boa constrictors as pets. Xuantian Temple is really different."
"No wonder Feng Si looked so disgusted when I asked him to take me in." Si Liu sat cross-legged on the ground with a look of disapproval on his face. "That boa is indeed quite majestic."
Rong Jing: “…”
He felt as if he knew some unspeakable secret, but curiosity still made him ask a few more questions: "Senior, do you want Uncle Feng Si to become your owner?"
"What's wrong? Is it not possible? Isn't Xie Changshi your owner?"
Indeed.
But there is still a little difference between the owner Xie Changshi and the owner Uncle Feng Si.
However... it can be seen that Senior Si Liu really did everything he could to stay by Uncle Feng Si's side.
…
Qi Tian looked at the huge anaconda.
According to legend, a snake can transform into a true dragon after going through the stages of python, anaconda, dragon, chi, and qiong. This anaconda is already very close to becoming a dragon, and it may not be long before it can transform into a dragon.
Qi Tian still remembered that when news of the anaconda first surfaced, he had begged his master to entrust him with the task of capturing it. But the old man disagreed, hypocritically claiming that all living things had their own destiny and that others shouldn't interfere. It was all well and good, but in the end, having stopped him, he allowed his most promising disciple to capture the anaconda?
Qi Tian's expression was particularly unfriendly, and Feng Si could probably guess what he was thinking just by looking at him.
Feng Si said, "You disobeyed your master's orders and used his name to capture Jin Lin. However, Jin Lin would rather die than become your mount. If your memory serves me right, you should not have forgotten this."
Qi Tian naturally did not forget.
He was talking to the boa in a friendly manner, but the boa almost broke his body in half with one blow of its tail.
Qi Tian, enraged, naturally wouldn't let him go easily, and during the battle, the anaconda was in trouble countless times. Perhaps knowing that his encounter with Qi Tian would only lead to slavery or death, Jin Lin didn't hesitate to die.
Jin Lin deceived Qi Tian by killing himself, and Qi Tian returned empty-handed.
But when Qi Tian was expelled from Xuantian Temple, Jin Lin found Xuantian Temple in the form of a soul and voluntarily followed Feng Si.
Everyone in Xuantian Temple knew what it was planning.
But no one stopped it.
At that moment, Jin Lin heard Feng Si's words and saw Qi Tian's gloomy eyes. He opened his mouth and roared. Without waiting for Feng Si's command, his massive body instantly leaped out, his long tail slashing towards Qi Tian with a force that could split a mountain. At the same time, Feng Si, wielding a longsword, radiated bursts of golden light and struck Qi Tian as well.
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