113: C113 The Six Blood Nether Formation

C113 The Six Blood Nether Formation

It was a small mountain, and the mountains were rolling all the way to the edge of Cang River.

In the morning, there were still dewdrops, wet pants, and clothes.

Chen Yi and Yun Mobing walked along the mountain path, one in front and the other behind.

"Chen Yi, there are so many small mountains here. Yu Mengzi shouldn't be in this mountain, right?" Yun Mobing said from behind.

Chen Yi's eyes were calm. He said lightly, "The Yin God Cult must have some ulterior motive for entering China."

"Yun Mobing, why do you think Yu Mengzi would appear at the foot of this mountain?"

Yun Mobing shook her head. How could she know?

"The third peak of the small mountain just happened to be at the edge of the Cang River. It is at the peak of the third peak. At a glance, you can directly see the Cang River." Chen Yi said lightly. "Do you know why the archbishop of the Yin God Cult did not hesitate to use a curse to make Ye Loongyue risk his life during the martial arts exchange meet?"

Yun Mobing shook her head again. If Chen Yi had not mentioned the Yin God Cult, she would not have known.

After all, she didn't dabble in the martial path. The Yun family was a powerful family. However, to ordinary people, a Grandmaster was already terrifying enough.

How could she know about the powers of the ocean?

Chen Yi smiled faintly. He looked at the winding mountain path.

"That day, at the Martial Exchange Meeting, if I was no match for Ye Loongyue, Ye Loongyue would have started a massacre as well. In the end, I was merely killed by a Martial Grandmaster."

"Regardless of whether I win or not, Zhu Ling has to leave the mountain."

"If I remember correctly, the Yin God Cult has a curse that can be used to cast a spell on a Martial Grandmaster. Even a Martial Grandmaster would become a puppet."

Chen Yi's expression was calm, as if he didn't care at all. "Zhu Ling challenged me to a duel. No matter who wins or loses, he will definitely consume a portion of his Genuine Qi. He would never have thought that he would be targeted by the Yin God Cult."

"If the Yin God Cult used a formation to cast a curse at this moment, Zhu Ling would most likely become a puppet of the Yin God Cult."

Yun Mobing's eyes gradually widened as she drew a breath of cold air.

"So Yu Mengzi and the Yin God Cult's target is the Grandmaster Zhu Ling?"

She was extremely shocked. She never would have thought that Yu Mengzi would be so audacious. She was a Martial Grandmaster, an existence that even the Yu family had to respect.

"Martial Grandmasters are indeed unbelievable in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Yin God Cult, they are nothing." Chen Yi said calmly. When the Yin God Cult invaded China for the first time, there were still some martial grandmasters in China. They are not as rare as they are now."

"Eight martial grandmasters fought against the Yin God Cult, and three of them became puppets. In that battle, China lost five martial grandmasters."

"However, the Yin God Cult only used four people, one sect master, and three vice sect masters."

Thinking back to the past, Chen Yi's eyes seemed to have a hint of coldness.

They were eight Martial Grandmasters. Even back then, they had trained hard for countless years. They had even had the opportunity, inheritance, and talent to be able to reach the level of a Martial Grandmaster.

In just the battle of the Yin God Cult, many martial arts experts in China had lost no less than 30 martial arts experts above the Grandmaster realm.

China was a vast land, and it was often coveted by the overseas forces. In the past thousand years, those forces overseas had always been determined to not give up.

Even if he had attacked the overseas forces by himself, and heavily injured many overseas forces, Today, the Yin God Cult still dared to let the archbishop enter China.

The Yin God Cult was only one of them.

Yun Mobing's face was full of shock. Just four people had lost five Grandmasters.

"Chen Yi, is the Yin God Cult really that terrifying?" Yun Mobing couldn't help but ask.

Chen Yi smiled faintly, "In the eyes of ordinary warriors, the Yin God Cult is indeed terrifying."

"Even the leaders of some of the countries in the South Ocean would worship the Sect Master of the Yin God Cult as if he was a god."

Yun Mobing's heart was filled with fear. She followed Chen Yi's footsteps.

Suddenly, a trace of worry appeared on Yun Mobing's face. "Chen Yi, can you defeat the archbishop of the Yin God Cult?"

She knew that Chen Yi was not an ordinary person, but the Yin God Cult was so terrifying. Chen Yi was severely injured by the heavenly tribulation. She did not know how strong he was now.

Chen Yi could not help but chuckle when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Yun Mobing, but he did not respond.

Even the Yin God Cult was not in his eyes, let alone a mere archbishop!

Crossing the mountain peak all the way to the peak of a small mountain's third peak.

On this peak, there was a observatory. However, when Chen Yi and Yun Mobing approached, suddenly, there were a few sounds of breaking through the air.

In the dark, there seemed to be a human figure and a ghost. They attacked the two of them.

Chen Yi's hand moved slightly and swept past Yun Mobing's neck. It was as if he was reaching out to pluck flowers, causing Yun Mobing's long black hair to flutter.

Before Yun Mobing could react, Chen Yi had two drunken darts in his hands.

Chen Yi glanced at the forest. With a shake of his wrist, the two anesthetics shot out explosively.

Wherever they came from, they would go back to where they came from.

In the blink of an eye, there were two muffled sounds. Someone fell not far away.

Yun Mobing's expression changed abruptly. She looked over and saw that someone had fainted on the ground with two long spears in hand.

"Looks like it's here!"

Chen Yi smiled indifferently. He looked at the stage and saw that the stage was like a ghost drawing a talisman. There was a faint bloody aura.

"Six Blood Nether Formation!?"

Chen Yi looked at the formation. His eyes were as calm as water.

This was what he had guessed. He had seen this formation several times, and it was one of the core formations of the Yin God Cult.

Yun Mobing looked at the ghost-like stage in front of her and could not help but feel a chill run down her spine. A layer of goosebumps appeared on her snow white skin.

"Chen Yi, what is the Six Blood Nether Formation?!" She asked in a low voice.

Chen Yi looked at Yun Mobing and said slowly, "Using the blood of six kinds of intelligent beasts, mixed with some medicinal powder and jade powder to form a formation, it can make the curse's effects several times more effective, and it can descend from the sky and curse people."

"After all, both Zhu Ling and I are not ordinary people in this battle. It will be very difficult for us to use the curse."

"By using this formation, we will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort. The Yin God Cult will also use it frequently."

"However, the materials used to draw this formation are not so easily found. It seems that the archbishop of the Yin God Cult has long been plotting against a Martial Grandmaster."

After saying that, Chen Yi walked straight to the edge of the platform. On a stone bench that did not look like a ghost drawing a talisman, he looked at the distant Cang River.

"Just you wait. Since this formation is here, the archbishop of Yin God Cult will come sooner or later."

Yun Mobing looked at Chen Yi. She sat beside Chen Yi, but there were still waves in her heart that could not be stopped.1

Ever since she met Chen Yi, she felt as if she had seen another world.

They were clearly in the same heaven and earth, but they were like people from two different worlds.

Chen Yi looked at Yun Mobing and smiled. "Since you're free, I'll teach you some breathing techniques."

"Breathing technique?" Yun Mobing was stunned. There was a trace of doubt and confusion in her eyes.

"You are usually tired from work. This breathing technique can help you relieve your fatigue and calm your mind."

As he spoke, he gestured for Yun Mobing to sit down and breathe according to the breathing technique he told her.

In the beginning, Yun Mobing could not find a way, but with Chen Yi's guidance, she sat cross-legged and closed her eyes, her five hearts facing the sky.

Gradually, Yun Mobing's face became calm. It was as if she had fallen asleep. She forgot everything and did not have anything on her.

Only her chest heaved slightly and she breathed evenly.

Chen Yi looked at Yun Mobing's appearance and revealed a faint smile.

He also sat cross-legged on the bench with Yun Mobing, quietly waiting for Yu Mengzi and the Archbishop of Yin God Cult to come.

Time passed quickly and the night sky gradually descended. On this mountain peak, there was a faint fog that gradually became hazy.

Suddenly, faint footsteps could be heard. Chen Yi's eyes slowly opened.

"Are you here?"

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