The monks had no good feelings towards the demon cultivators since they came here.

Now the demon cultivators were setting up an array near the secret realm. Such evil intentions made these cultivators furious, so they began to bombard the array with spells one by one.

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the formation of demon cultivators.

If the demon cultivator wants to cause trouble, shouldn't he do it in a more covert way?

Such a massive formation was directly exposed to the eyes of these righteous monks... Was it intentional or accidental?

"Tian Ji Deduction, help me see who set up this formation?"

[The secret is being deduced... The deduction failed, the opponent is protecting the Taoist weapon, the player's luck loss is too high! 】

The situation in the sky of Cangyun Realm changed suddenly.

This was the first time that Chen Huaian stood under his own secret.

But where the long clouds meet the sky, a swirling black cloud appears.

A golden vertical pupil poked out from the black cloud, glanced at a certain place in the vast universe for a few seconds, and then quickly disappeared.

The monks also felt the movement of heaven and earth, but they were used to the occasional deduction of the heavens, so they just looked up and continued to bombard the magic formation. Only Chen Huaian looked in the direction of the golden pupil with bright eyes, like a wolf that had been hungry for several days and saw a sheep running away from the sheepfold!

Protected by a Taoist weapon again?

Could it be the old lady who helped Ji Dong before? ?

Although due to the loss of luck, it is impossible to know the specific location of the other party, but the changes in the deduction of the secrets are inevitable.

His incarnation is now in the Cangyun Realm, so he can easily follow the clues and find the person!

With this thought in mind, Chen Huai'an flew directly in the direction where the golden vertical pupil disappeared.

So many monks were bombarding the formation, and the formation was already in danger. One more person would not make much difference.

Patriarch Qingyun was still immersed in the wonderful thing of bombing the demon cultivators' formation together with his friends.

With such beautiful weather, wouldn't it be interesting to bombard the demon cultivators together?

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huaian flew away on his sword.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, where are you going?"

Rong Qingyun hurriedly followed him, but was pushed back by a brutal force the next second. Even she, who was at the fusion stage, could not resist.

"It's none of your business!" Chen Huaian disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ah~ Even the look of rejecting people is so domineering and charming, really~~" Patriarch Qingyun held his plump thighs and covered his rosy face with his eyes full of intoxication. When he turned around to face the formation of demon cultivators, his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Fellow Daoist Chen left in such a hurry, he must have something urgent. He said 'it's none of my business' because he didn't want to distract me... Humph, if it weren't for this formation of demon cultivators, I could go with Fellow Daoist Chen!"

"It's all your fault!"

Amid the doubtful gazes of the surrounding monks.

Rong Qingyun directly took out a lot of spiritual weapons from his storage bag and threw them towards the formation like trash, then detonated them all.

Boom boom boom——!

Amid the violent explosion, the speed at which the formation collapsed suddenly increased significantly.

Directly using the precious spiritual weapon as a bomb frightened the surrounding monks and made them feel distressed.

"As expected of the Qingyun Patriarch, he hates the demonic cultivators to the core!"

"It's just a bit of a waste of resources..."

While the monks were discussing, they saw Rong Qingyun took out a few more spiritual weapons and threw them down.

"You can't do that, Old Ancestor Qingyun. You can't do that. Those are all spiritual weapons! If you really can't do that, give me the spiritual weapons and I'll help you break the formation."

The fusion-level elder of the Zhenwu Holy Land was also confused when he saw this. His beard trembled and he asked the person beside him: "Who is this?"

"This is the ancestor of Qingyun Sect."

“So that’s how it is!” The elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land nodded repeatedly, clapping their fists in praise and saying, “I’ve heard a long time ago that the Qingyun Sect is the strongest sect in the Cangyun Realm, with a deep foundation and a hatred for evil. Seeing is believing. Now I see that it is indeed true. The rumors are not false... When Master Zhang comes out of the Great Secret Realm, I will definitely say a few good words for the Qingyun Sect!”

Upon hearing this, the monks smashed even harder.

There were even cultivators who followed the example of Patriarch Qingyun and took out unused magical weapons from their storage bags and self-destructed them.

Although the power is not as strong as the spiritual weapon thrown by Ancestor Qingyun, it is more powerful than the number thrown by so many people.

The speed of the collapse of the demon cultivators' formation increased dramatically again.

At this time, it is thousands of miles away.

The edge of Wan Da.

The Ling Pu hiding in a forest suddenly looked gloomy and muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be like this. The speed at which this formation collapsed is too fast. Have the realms of these sect monks improved so much compared to last year? At this rate, they can't hold on for half an hour at all..."

The words had just fallen.

There was a strong sense of being peeped from above my head.

Ling Pu looked up at the sky. In the densely intertwined sky with branches and leaves, there was a golden vertical pupil looking around.

This is the third time today.

Ling Pu gritted his teeth when he saw the Taoist weapon that had seven cracks in its body.

"That mysterious swordsman probes once a day, that's fine, but what happened today? Is he crazy? Is he trying to save his life?! He has been trying to find my location three times in a row. Is he trying to fight me to the death even if it means he has to give up all his luck?"

At this moment, the sound of the monk flying his sword at high speed came from far away.

At the same time, a burst of fierce laughter was heard.

"Hehehe! You bastard, I found you!"

As soon as the words fell, a warning sign suddenly arose in Ling Pu's heart, and the two seals disappeared on the spot, leaving only a phantom of the golden lotus.

Boom——!

An extremely powerful sword energy came crashing down.

Instantly, the ground collapsed and the earth howled, spewing out yellow sand several feet high.

When the smoke and dust cleared, all that was seen was that the trees had exploded into powder where the sword had fallen, leaving only a sword mark that penetrated a hundred feet.

The figure of Ling Pu appeared on a cliff a thousand meters away.

Looking at the figure above his head whose spiritual energy was boiling like a raging fire, his expression was solemn.

"How did you find me?"

Chen Huai'an pointed toward the sky. This was the fourth time he used the Heavenly Secret Deduction, and the amount directly exceeded ten thousand.

Golden vertical pupils appeared in the sky behind him, like a golden wheel blooming behind him.

The cold and indifferent gaze, with a hint of Heavenly Dao pressure, penetrated through the thin clouds and struck Ling Pu's body.

"So that's how it is. My position is determined based on the fluctuations of the heavens."

Ling Pu stared at Chen Huaian with a sneer on his face.

"Your incarnation is only the perfect state of spiritual transformation.

Let me guess, is it because the deduction of the secrets of heaven damaged your source of power that you can only use this level of incarnation?"

The fading sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds red gold. In the Buddhist sound like a huge bell, all the clouds that floated for hundreds of miles disappeared.

The nun Ling Pu suddenly turned around, and a thousand-figure statue of Guanyin emerged from behind her.

As the golden light shone, she said with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her lips: "Young man, with your meager cultivation level that has not even reached the level of the Incarnation and Integration, are you qualified to fight with me in swordplay?"

Ling Pu's skinny knuckles tapped lightly on the Buddhist beads, and his figure disappeared and merged into one with the Dharma.

“Amitabha!” The two Dharma images merged together, and thousands of fingers stretched out from behind as if to hold up the sky!

When I opened my eyes again,

Boundless murderous intent enveloped Chen Huai'an.

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