The Mayfly Wood took a heavy blow. The orange-red fungus struggled for a moment before falling to the ground, charred. Immortal Danxia, who had been in a deep sleep, seemed to sense it and let out a series of wails.
“Ugh... Ahhh!”
The massive, bloated insect body writhed incessantly, and slender roots danced wildly in the air.
“You brat, how dare you?!”
In an instant, Daoist Qinglong’s killing intent solidified. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo stalks within the surrounding ten-acre grove shattered. Thousands of emerald bamboo leaves turned into sharp blades, flying straight toward Nan Zhi!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Boom!!
The bamboo leaves, surging with killing intent like flying swords, pierced several feet deep into the ground. However, Nan Zhi was nowhere to be seen; only a massive crater remained where she had stood.
Where did she go?!
Qinglong’s gaze swept across every inch of the Demon Suppression Monastery. He could sense that the Foundation Establishment cultivator had not gone far, but his divine sense seemed to be blocked by something, preventing him from finding her trail.
“Paltry tricks.”
He let out a cold laugh and flicked two fingers lightly. The ground let out a heavy resonance—
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Boom! Boom!
The various pavilions and halls within the monastery emitted points of red light. The buildings, intersecting and weaving together, revealed the faint outline of a massive, glowing red formation.
In just a few moments, the interior of this massive “floating island” swapped its top and bottom. The buildings rose and fell in a new arrangement, transforming into a Two-Form Inversion realm.
The sky was no longer the sky, and the earth was no longer the earth.
Looking into the distance, water flowed in the heavens; looking nearby, clouds drifted beneath the ground.
“Is this... the power of the Two-Form Inversion Formation set by Immortal Mo?”
Shen Luohe stood where he was, feeling as if the world had turned upside down. He felt as if he were walking among the clouds, while the pavilions he once knew stood directly above his head.
The demon suppressors staying in the monastery had no idea what was happening. They all stood frozen, staring blankly at Daoist Qinglong, who now loomed high above them.
The birds in the mountains flew upward, yet they could not escape this endless, circular loop.
“Junior Brother Mo is a core disciple of the Qingjing Sect’s formation lineage. Once the great Two-Form Inversion Formation is activated, even if you have a thousand skills, you are like a frightened bird in a cage, unable to escape.”
Daoist Qinglong laughed savagely, his eyes cold.
“I thought you were sensible, but I didn't expect you to be so reckless. A mere living human pillar actually dares to mock this This Venerable time and again—”
Boom!
Before he could finish his sentence, four thick earth dragons suddenly descended from the ground above, carrying dozens of massive stone spikes as they launched a surprise attack on Daoist Qinglong. In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere, piercing through the mist and clouds!
“Uncle Crane!”
Shen Luohe hastily retreated, protecting Immortal Danxia and the white crane as they fled into the bamboo pavilion. His expression was anxious and uneasy as he watched the two fight in the sky.
Five Elements techniques!
Boom!!
Boom!
Seeing the stone spikes closing in, Daoist Qinglong’s eyes remained indifferent. He merely raised a hand slightly, and the four stone dragons before him were instantly reduced to powder—
Boom!
Boom!
The stone dragons collapsed, and the world seemed to flip again. Pavilions and halls shattered and fell, and dust filled the air, nearly obscuring everyone's vision. Daoist Qinglong’s brow twitched as he suddenly turned and raised his hand, meeting a blade aimed straight at his head!
Sharp Gold Curse!
The Fish-Dragon Guillotine, empowered by the Sharp Gold Curse, struck down heavily. When the strike failed, Nan Zhi, draped in her Spirit Swallowing Grass blanket, immediately leaped away, using the wind to retreat dozens of yards!
Sure enough, in the next moment, eight even thicker and larger earth spikes erupted from the ground, closing in from all directions!
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Hiding Art!
Mirage Pearl Escape!
Nan Zhi flew out in a crouch, narrowly avoiding the stone spikes falling behind her. Her eyes followed her intent as she constantly observed the layout of the monastery’s buildings—
In all the formations under heaven, there must be a way to break them.
When Daoist Qinglong used Mo Chenghuai to build this formation, he likely never told him its true purpose.
Rumble!
The earth spikes plummeted, and massive rocks fell. Nan Zhi popped a Qi-Augmenting Pill into her mouth. The Azure Sea Sky Boots on her feet flashed as she leaped into the air, barely dodging the bamboo leaves that followed her like swords!
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The bamboo leaves, infused with sword qi, pierced the surface of the stone spikes as easily as cutting through tofu. Nan Zhi was incredibly fast, dodging them perfectly every time.
“A rat who only knows how to hide.”
High in the sky, Qinglong seemed to grow impatient. His eyes flickered as he pulled a brown pill from his storage bag. He infused it with spiritual energy and tossed it casually.
The pill was no larger than a standard medicinal marble, with a smooth surface marked by special patterns. As soon as it appeared, a series of bloody scents wafted through the air—
The air filled with wailing as black mist arose. A mass of chilling, baleful energy wrapped in thick ghostly qi lunged toward the direction where Nan Zhi was fleeing!
“Not good! That is the Hundred Ghosts Heart Demon Pill refined by Master!”
Shen Luohe’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly threw out his folding fan to signal a warning.
“Fellow Daoist Nan, be careful! This pill is extremely sinister! The hundred ghosts within the pill carry a hundred poisons. If you are touched by even one, your Dao heart will easily become unstable, and heart demons will arise!!”
Is your Qingjing Sect even a proper sect?!
First, there was the formation cultivator Mo Chenghuai, who was exceptionally skilled in killing formations, and now there was the alchemy cultivator Daoist Qinglong, who refined the Hundred Ghosts Heart Demon Pill.
As the heart demon pill dispersed, the figures of a hundred ghosts flickered into view. Some appeared human, others like demons, all with distorted faces and expressions of extreme suffering—
Birth, aging, sickness, death, greed, anger, obsession, and resentment.
The ghostly shadows were all different, each emitting an ominous black aura that billowed toward the sky.
“Damn it!”
Nan Zhi cursed under her breath but didn't dare to be careless. She quickly took four small, square black flags from her bag and tossed them out!
The four small flags caught the wind as they landed, occupying the east, south, west, and north corners. Four streaks of spiritual light erupted, and the formation was completed in an instant!
Within the formation, black mist billowed as countless ghostly figures dressed in mourning clothes and carrying mourning staffs emerged, clashing directly with the ghosts manifested by the heart demon pill!
It was precisely the Hundred Ghosts Thousand Cries Killing Formation that Nan Zhi had obtained from the Locust God dungeon!!
“Woooooo...”
“Woooo...”
“Woooooooo...”
The eerie sound of ghostly wailing, enough to give anyone goosebumps, rang out from the formation. The pill ghosts and formation ghosts collided. Sounds of slaughter, crying, and wailing erupted instantly as the greater ghosts devoured the lesser ones, and the lesser ones tore at the greater ones.
For a moment, the air was filled with ghostly howls, and the sky grew dark.
If anyone else were to see this, they would never believe this was a battle between two righteous cultivators.
That formation had been refined by a deity transformation stage cultivator. In just a short while, the formation ghosts completely devoured the pill ghosts, and the Hundred Ghosts Heart Demon Pill turned into dust, scattering across the ground.
Nan Zhi panted heavily as she hurriedly retracted the formation flags and stuffed a handful of Qi-Augmenting Pills into her mouth.
Though this killing formation was powerful, it consumed an immense amount of spiritual energy and essence blood. She likely wouldn't be able to use it a second time in a short period.
“A formation? I didn't expect a rogue cultivator like you to actually have some treasures in your hand.”
Seeing his refined ghost pill destroyed, the streak of crimson at the corners of Daoist Qinglong’s eyes grew even deeper.
“This formation is somewhat mysterious, but you are truly foolish. Killing you only requires a bit of effort. How many more of these life-saving treasures could you possibly have?”
Isn't that a coincidence?
Thus, Nan Zhi, having recovered some strength, immediately pulled out an Eight-Treasure Necklace Shirt and put it on. She then took out a Bronze Shield to protect her front, wore two jade rings embedded with defense formations on her left hand, held the Bronze Soul-Chasing Bell, and gripped three Thunder Bombs in her right hand while holding a Purple Bamboo Dragon-Carved Brush Pot.
Every single one was a treasure she had looted from the Locust God’s tomb.
Never mind withstanding a few attacks from a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Even if she just wore him down slowly, she could make Qinglong cry.
You know nothing about the Savior.
Daoist Qinglong’s expression suddenly stiffened.
Was he getting old, or had the world outside changed?
They called this troublesome thing in front of him a rogue cultivator?
With this set of gear, she was barely any different from a core disciple of the Qingjing Sect!
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