Qingyuan Immortal Palace

"How is it possible? The defensive formation of Yanmu Immortal Island was jointly set up by us. It is extremely powerful. How could it be broken by the people of Biling Island?"

Fang Yang and the others were puzzled.

But they did not dare to neglect and immediately escaped and flew to the island where the formation was.

Only He Dong was seen, being besieged.

He was injured, and red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The Jindan monks from Biling Island and the Sanren of Biling were watching the battle from the air.

He had a fierce look on his face.

These days, he, a dignified Jindan monk, led his troops to besiege a small Yanmu Island, but they were unable to capture it for a long time.

He was holding back a lot of anger in his heart.

"These little bastards from Yanmu Island are really good at setting up formations." Biling Sanren said viciously.

"If it weren't for the limited defense of this formation and the many mortal villages outside, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to succeed!"

"Senior Bi Ling is indeed far-sighted!"

"These little bastards from Yanmu Island can certainly form formations, but the seniors have figured out a way to use mortal blood as a blood sacrifice, which can not only break their will, but also shock the cultivators on the entire island. Naturally, they don't dare to resist! "

A short monk next to him said flatteringly.

"Haha, this method of blood sacrifice is not used under normal circumstances, but Yanmu Island is just a few little bastards in the foundation-building stage, and they dare to be disrespectful to Bi Ling Island, and even kill my eldest disciple. Such a Blood feud, no matter what method is used, of course it cannot be excessive!"

Biling Sanren shook his head and said with a serious face.

It turned out that everyone on Bi Ling Island was unable to attack for a long time this time, making them unable to advance or retreat.

If they retreat, their reputation will be greatly damaged, but continuing to attack will only scratch the itch of the formation.

In the end, they chose to capture the mortals outside the nearby formation, bring them to the edge of the formation, kill them, and use their blood to defile the formation.

Of course, the formations arranged by Fang Yang and the others will not be greatly affected.

But He Dong would never allow them to do this, but there was nothing he could do.

Just when He Dong was distracted, the opponent took the opportunity to throw out a few formation-breaking beads.

For a time, He Dong was in a hurry.

However, the formation was still breached by the formation-breaking beads.

Then, the monks from Bi Ling Island rushed in.

In an instant, Yanmu City Lord Shen Chun was also restrained and tied tightly with a rope-shaped magic weapon.

He is just a monk at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training, and he cannot compete with these monks at the foundation level.

"Dad..." At this time, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old ran over from a distance.

He is Shen Lin, the son of Yanmu City Lord Shen Chun. He is a monk at the third level of Qi training.

In the city lord's palace, he saw through the glare mirror in the formation that his father was captured and dying, so he rushed over regardless of the danger.

"Haha, doesn't he not want to see us killing mortals?"

"After catching these monks, we will kill all the mortals on Yanmu Immortal Island. Didn't Senior Bi Ling plan to refine an immortal flag recently?"

"It would be nice to use these mortal souls to nourish you!"

A long-faced monk also said aggressively.

Bi Ling Sanren smiled noncommittally, with amusement in his eyes!

"How do these little minions know what I'm planning!" Biling Sanren sneered and thought to himself.

"I finally got a map of the treasure-hunting monks. It marked several places where there may be treasures, and Yanmu Immortal Island is also one of the possible places."

"As long as I capture Yanmu Immortal Island soon, I can start secret collection! By then, my immortality will be limitless!"

Bi Ling Sanren pointed at Shen Lin who was running over and said: "Catch this child who is seeking death, execute the father and son together, and then refine the soul for me!"

Bi Ling Sanren was in a great mood and said extremely arrogantly.

While Bi Ling Sanren was dreaming of spring and autumn dreams, they heard a few monks flying out of Yan Mu Dao.

The leader was extremely tall, with muscles on his arms bulging, and he held a huge axe-shaped high-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.

"You bastard of Bi Ling Island, come and die!" Nuopo roared, and his voice sounded in the air like thunder.

"Well, it's obvious that I'm just a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, so why do I feel wary? Could this monk pose a threat to me? It's impossible, I'm a real Golden Core cultivator!"

Bi Lingsan said feeling rather strange.

In fact, he didn't know that Nuopo was born with divine power and had a very special physique. Coupled with the fact that he had practiced body refining techniques in the spiritual world, he naturally improved by leaps and bounds.

Back then, when Nuo Po was in the early stages of foundation building, he was able to use barbarian secret techniques to stimulate and challenge the Golden Core monks.

Now his momentum was even more extraordinary. He rushed directly into the group of monks besieging Ho Tung, raising his ax and falling down.

"Swish...swish..." After a few sounds, the spiritual weapons and magic weapons of the mid- to late-stage foundation-building monks were all chopped into pieces.

There was also a red-clothed monk who was directly split in half.

"Run!"

Someone yelled, and the other monks didn't dare to resist anymore and ran away.

And in this way, Nopo's giant ax became a terrifying talisman.

"Boom boom..." After several strong winds, several more Bi Ling Island monks fell to the ground with their heads.

"Senior Bi Ling, help me!"

These few minions of Biling Sanren naturally want to run back for help when they meet powerful people.

"Hmph... be brave!"

Bi Ling Sanren knew that if he didn't take action, who would be willing to take action for him again.

Bi Lingsan took out a red flying sword in his hand, raised tens of feet of fire, and rushed towards Nuopo.

The sword of Bi Ling Sanren is called Huoling Sword. It is made from thousands of years of fire crystals from undersea volcanoes. It can control fire with water. It is very strange and very powerful.

This thing is difficult to resist with ordinary defensive weapons.

Moreover, it is obvious that Bi Ling Sanren has also seen that Nuo Po is very powerful in close combat.

Therefore, he chose to use flames to defend against the enemy. The purpose was also to prevent Nopo from getting close and to take advantage of long-distance attacks.

"Leave this old ghost to me, you guys must kill these minions first!"

Fang Yang shouted loudly, took out an ordinary water-attributed spiritual weapon in his hand, and flew out.

Although Fang Yang did not directly take out the psychic treasure, his swordsmanship actually contained a lot of star power.

Every time he waved, the huge aura was extremely powerful, so much so that Bi Ling Sanren did not dare to be careless at all.

"How is it possible that a monk in the middle stage of foundation building can actually incorporate the power of the stars into swordsmanship? With such strength, is he a young monk from the legendary sect?"

Although Bi Lingsan was a little worried.

But he is a Jindan monk after all, and his cultivation level is much stronger than Fang Yang's, so he can naturally deal with it calmly.

The other half, Nuo Po, Zhang Lin, and He Dong, were like wolves among sheep, chopping melons and vegetables against the monks of Biling Island.

Nuopo was holding his breath because he had been in the cave for nearly two years.

Hearing that these monks dared to go on a killing spree on Yanmu Immortal Island, they became even more furious.

Of course, Nopo was merciless in his attack. In an instant, six or seven monks were cut in half by Nopo.

"Little friend, you first killed my eldest disciple, and now you are going on a killing spree. Aren't you afraid of the Bihai Qingtian Sect and the Immortal Alliance?"

Seeing that Fang Yang and the others were no ordinary monks in terms of strength, the Bi Ling disciples changed their expressions and said with a righteous look.

"Hmph, you are such a sanctimonious guy, how dare you threaten a mortal's life, I won't let you stay on Yanmu Island today!"

Fang Yang said angrily. Bi Ling Sanren couldn't accept this statement.

He felt that as a dignified Jindan monk, wanting to settle the matter was already a huge concession. He didn't expect that the other party would have such an attitude, and he was extremely angry.

"You shameless guy!" Biling Sanren shouted.

"One sword splits the peak and covers the sky with a sea of ​​fire!"

In an instant, billowing waves of fire shot out from the sword's edge.

This move is Bi Ling Sanren's unique skill, covering the sky with fire and sea.

These true essences turned into fire, which is comparable to hundreds of foundation-building monks firing out fire spells at the same time.

The sea of ​​​​fire came out overwhelmingly, causing the temperature of the entire area to rise sharply.

The sky-wide sea of ​​fire flooded Fang Yang's head, leaving no trace of life for Fang Yang.

When Fang Yang saw this, he knew that he could not resist the magical power of the golden elixir monk with his own strength.

He then turned the Sky-Suppressing Mountain Token into a three-foot square and placed it on his head.

Borrowing the powerful defense of the Hongtian Zhenshan Order, he actually came up close and hit Bi Ling Sanren.

"What is it that has such a strong defense that even my sky-shattering sea of ​​fire can't stop it?"

Bi Ling Sanren was shocked and immediately struck a sword in the direction Fang Yang was coming from.

In his opinion, what Fang Yang used should be a water-attributed spiritual weapon of good quality, so it could withstand the sky-shattering sea of ​​fire.

With a sound of "Clang...", Bi Ling Sanren's flying sword struck the extremely hard Hongtian Zhenshan Token.

The sword in his hand immediately appeared damaged, and even the fire that covered the sky began to become messy.

"How...how is it possible!"

Taoist Bi Ling screamed, he did not believe that his sword with all his strength did not break the opponent's spiritual weapon, but his own spiritual weapon was damaged.

"Could it be...that it's a psychic treasure?"

In fact, because Fang Yang and Tai Xuzi worked together to suppress the fluctuations in the spiritual power of the Hongtian Zhenshan Order, Taoist Bi Ling accidentally failed to notice.

Fang Yang was seen continuously condensing the power of the stars in his body, and a vague aura gathered at his fingertips.

The increasingly intense power of the stars suddenly transformed into a small dagger.

Fang Yang suddenly swung his sword, and in an instant the dagger with the power of the stars suddenly burst into glory.

It instantly became dozens of times larger, and the sword light and starlight shone brilliantly.

When he swung the sword, the sword light stretched out a long sword tail like a shooting star.

This is exactly the magical little star sword that Fang Yang created using the "Pictures of Stealing the Sky".

Fang Yang actually used the protection of the Hongtian Zhenshan Order to complete the energy gathering of the Little Star Sword.

Suddenly he swung out Starlight Glimmer, this sword light merged with the power of the stars.

After it exploded, the powerful spiritual pressure made everyone in Bi Ling feel their hearts stagnate.

He immediately mobilized all his magic power and withdrew even the sky-shattering sea of ​​fire, and struck Fang Yang's little star sword.

"Boom..." There was a sound, and both sides were suddenly shocked back.

Just when Biling Sanren suffered a big loss, Fang Yang's Sky-Suppressing Order had already hit his chest.

With a roar, Biling Sanren was hit by Fang Yang's Heaven-Suppressing Order and flew dozens of feet backwards, falling rapidly.

Fang Yang naturally refused to let it go. Ling Ran struck out with his sword and the Little Star Sword struck again, thus cutting off all hope for Bi Ling Sanren.