erall combat strength had declined somewhat, but this was only relative. For the vast majority of Qi Refining cultivators, Lu Xia Tian's current strength was still exceptionally terrifying. However, w...“You’re just a stand-in, what can you do to us” the one-armed Taoist nun sneered.
"Hanguang, Hanjing, prepare for battle!" The ancestor of the Cold Dragon Clan was too lazy to say any more nonsense and directly ordered.
“Yes, Ancestor!” The two men in blue robes emitted a chilling aura, with wisps of mist swirling around their faces, obscuring their true appearances.
Each of them brought out four battle flags. On each flag, there was a crescent-shaped, crystal-clear and strange weapon.
As the two figures waved their banners, the banners swelled in the wind empowered by magic, enveloping everyone within.
Flags fluttered in the sea breeze.
Two men in green robes sat cross-legged under a battle flag, their hands constantly changing various incantations.
The originally humid sea breeze now carried a bone-chilling coldness, cutting through people like blades. Even cultivators felt an indescribable discomfort all over their bodies.
Numerous crescent-shaped blades, shimmering like ice crystals, flew out from the swirling battle flag. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens, perhaps even hundreds of them. While each blade possessed only moderate power, their sheer number was overwhelming.
From every flagpole, they surged forth, in all directions.
Ding ding....
Zhou Qian'er and the others each took out their Dan Yuan magic weapons to block these hooked blades. The air was filled with the sound of clashes. Although they could hold on for a while, these hooked blades would only curve after being struck and then return, their power undiminished.
A scream pierced the air. One of the bald men cried out as a hooked blade slashed across his face, severing his ear and nearly cleaving his head in two. However, where the ear had been cut off, small patches of ice had already formed. The bald man felt a chill spreading through his head, numbing him on one side.
There was a slight pause in the action, and then several hooked blades emerged from behind him. The bald strongman was struck by lightning, and in an instant, several holes appeared on his body, blood spurting out like a column. The bald man's body lost control and plunged straight into the sea.
“Big brother!” Another bald man was heartbroken, but at this moment, under the attack of the formation, he could only barely protect himself.
"Lu Dao-you, is there any way to break the formation Otherwise, we'll all be finished here." Zhou Qian'er protected Fu Jiajiao anxiously and looked towards Lu Xiaodao.
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"I want to attack, help me defend against the formation attacks." Lu Xia Tian simultaneously transmitted sound to Zhou Xian'er and the one-armed Taoist nun.
The two nodded in succession. Even though the one-armed Daoist nun had had a falling out with Lu Xia Tian before, at this time she couldn't care less about that.
With a flick of her duster, the one-armed Taoist nun sent countless silver threads flying. Like long but incredibly tough silver needles, they formed an impenetrable barrier against the curved ice blade.
This Qi Men formation is truly formidable. Lu Xia Tian, even with his own strength, found it extremely difficult to break through this formation controlled by two people simultaneously. It would take a long time, and the other party wouldn't give him that chance at all.
Lu Xiaitian flew to a corner of the formation, near the banner facing north. With a tap on his spirit beast pouch, a pitch-black worm flew out.
The Voidworm writhed with excitement, ignoring the biting wind from the flagpoles. It opened its maw wide and took a bite.
Two hosts of the green-clad cultivators' formations shuddered, feeling the entire formation tremble. Their eyes fell on the dark, broken boundary insect, their expressions filled with disbelief.
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“Die!” This formation was the foundation upon which these two cultivators had built their lives in the cultivation world; it couldn't be destroyed. The murderous intent in their eyes surged from the array master, unleashing a multitude of curved blades that hacked towards the Boundary-Piercing Worm.
Lu Xia Tian let out a cold snort. The Broken Realm Worm was his prized possession, how could he allow these two to get their hands on it easily With a hand gesture, the Demon Suppressing Pagoda moved at will, rapidly enlarging in mid-air and shrouding the Broken Realm Worm. The enormous pagoda protected the worm within its embrace.
A large number of curved blades slashed at the Town Demon Pagoda. Lu Xia Tian's face paled as well. To withstand such attacks against the formation, even with his current cultivation level, he couldn't hold out for long.
When the two saw that their combined formation power was being blocked by Lu XiaTian alone, a hint of fear arose in their hearts. However, they didn't have much time to worry. The flag of the formation that had been gnawed by the boundary worm suddenly burst into a plume of blue smoke, and its spiritual energy greatly diminished.
The entire formation, like a solid iron barrel, suddenly had a hole. Lu Xiaoteng reached out and retracted both the Broken Realm Insect and the Demon Suppression Pagoda simultaneously.
The one-armed Daoist nun and others were overjoyed, and they escaped the formation together with Lu Xiaoteng.
“Ancestor Hanchi, please forgive our incompetence. We failed to kill all of them!” Two cultivators in blue robes retracted the remaining formation flags with pained expressions, their faces filled with frustration and shame as they bowed to Ancestor Hanchi who remained expressionless, his gaze fixed upon a point beyond the visible world.
“Trash, even the formation was destroyed. Since that's the case, keeping the two of you is useless. Come with me.” The ancestor Han Chi’s eyes suddenly widened, and within their depths, snowflakes seemed to flutter.
The ancestor of the Cold Dragon, with a flick of his sleeve, sent out a gourd from within. The gourd's mouth opened, and on the surface of the sea, a howling wind arose, causing waves to surge once more.
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Waves crashing within dozens of miles roared in the air, yet solidified amidst their fury. The sea surface transformed into a sheet of crystalline white ice as vast billows of frigid air surged from the gourd within the sleeve of the ancient Ice Dragon ancestor.
“Yin Chi Bing Wu!” The one-armed Taoist priest saw the swirling white mist and couldn’t help but change her expression.
The cold mist howled in the wind, but it did not dissipate. In an instant, it enveloped a radius of dozens of miles.
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The bald man and the others cried out in alarm, their teeth chattering violently even with their protective spirit shields. Despite the shields, they were being assaulted by a terrifying cold that made them shiver uncontrollably.
The bald man's face was ashen, his body moving stiffly and uncontrollably, his speed gradually decreasing.
The two Qingyi cultivators who had previously set up the formation were, as array masters, not known for their prowess in magic power. Under the onslaught of Yinchi's cold mist, they reacted much like a bald man, desperately channeling their magic to resist, but under the seemingly inexhaustible Yinchi cold mist, their magic power gradually dwindled.
"You think that since my true body is not here, you can handle me This avatar greatly restricts my power. It cannot even contain the Yin Chi Ice Mist I have cultivated, so I can only store a portion in this Haoyin Gourd. Even with its diminished power, it should be enough to deal with you little Golden Core cultivators."
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The ancestor of the cold dragon, Han Chi, let out a sinister smile. Standing amidst the howling wind, he remained completely unaffected.
In a fleeting moment, the remaining bald monk's power waned, unable to withstand the chilling aura within the white mist. His eyelids grew heavy, and in an instant, he was engulfed by the Yin Chi ice mist. The blood within his body, even his consciousness, solidified. The man who was previously vibrant and full of life was now frozen into an ice statue, floating in mid-air like a humanoid sculpture.
Lu XiaTian's eyelids twitched a few times. What impressive ice mist, it was on par with some spiritual fires and even surpassed them. This Han Chi ancestor hadn't arrived yet, but his power was already so formidable. His methods were a level stronger than the previous Ghost Venerables and Xiong Ao.r her to cultivate to the Golden Core stage. Shao Mingcui couldn't help but feel curious. She had grown up with her mother since childhood, and she knew all the people who were familiar with her mothe...