51: C51 Tiangang Yin Wind Formation

C51 Tiangang Yin Wind Formation

A disciple of the Feng Family came in just in time. When he saw this scene, his eyes nearly split open as he roared, "Daoist Thief, let go of my sister!"2

The sloppy cultivator's face darkened. He shook his right hand and a pair of chopsticks shot toward the disciple of the Feng Family like two lightning bolts. The chopsticks landed on the disciple's shoulders with two popping sounds. The chopsticks pierced through his shoulders and nailed his body to the door frame.

"It is her fortune that I have taken a liking to her. This brat doesn't know what's good for him. If he dares to insult me, I will punish him. If he dares to spout nonsense again and disrupt my plans, I will tear you into pieces!" The sloppy cultivator's voice was cold and stern. All of a sudden, his voice became much more dignified. The Feng Family disciples were angry but didn't dare to say anything. They hurriedly went forward to treat the injured Feng Family disciples.

"Senior, please calm down. The disciples don't know how powerful you are. Please don't take offense. Come, let Senior drink another cup! Right! "Senior, what spirit medicines do you need? Please tell this junior that this junior is ready to deliver them." Feng Yimo respectfully handed over a pair of chopsticks, poured another glass of wine, and then said.

The slovenly cultivator nodded his head in satisfaction and took the chopsticks. He picked up a piece of meat and said, "Only a kid like you is sensible here. Not bad, I like it very much. From now on, follow me. I guarantee that you'll be able to successfully build your foundation!" He called this lord one after another. Feng Yimo's lowered eyes were full of disdain. "I can only be called a Golden Core Patriarch. He was merely a Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior, yet he still shamelessly called himself' I '. If his grandfather was here, he would have slapped him to death long ago.

Feng Yimo revealed a pleasantly surprised expression. "Really? "Thank you, Senior!"

All the disciples of the Feng Family looked at Feng Yimo with hatred and disgust. Feng Yimo acted as if he did not see them, and his expression became even more respectful. He retreated out of the hall and closed the door.

"You, you traitor, bastard, bastard!" The injured disciple of the Feng Family pointed at Feng Yimo and cursed.

Feng Yimo was unmoved. He rushed towards Feng Shanquan who was running towards him. He took over Feng Shanquan's hand. The formation pestle signaled Feng Shanquan to take the other disciples of the Feng Family away. Then, it formed a seal and the Divine Sense entered the formation pestle. The formation pestle emitted a shocking golden light. Thirty-six beams of light shot out from the thirty-six positions around the courtyard. A chilly wind blew, causing sand and stones to fly all over the courtyard. The scene three feet in front of them couldn't be seen clearly.

The sloppy cultivator who was eating in the courtyard was startled. He left the unconscious female cultivator behind and flew out. He felt as if he was alone in the desert. The surroundings were filled with sand and wind. There were waves of chilly wind, and the sound of wailing and wailing could be heard. He couldn't help but feel shocked. He had already fallen into a certain kind of formation. Moreover, a powerful Divine Sense swept across the place, shocking him. There was actually a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator here. With the help of this unknown formation, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to obtain any benefits.

"I wonder which Fellow Daoist is here. Please show yourself. I was just joking with the younger generation. Song Che pays his respects. Fellow Daoist, please disperse the grand spell formation and allow me to leave. There won't be any delays!" The slovenly cultivator clasped his hands.

Hmph, how can the Feng Family come and leave as you wish? How can you just leave after injuring our disciples and insulting our female disciples?" A voice drifted over from time to time. It was impossible to find the exact location of the voice.

"What do you want?" Song Che was both shocked and furious. He thought that if he admitted his mistake and gave in, the other party might be able to let him go. After all, he was a Foundation Establishment Late Period cultivator, and the other party was a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had forced him into a desperate situation, and neither side would be able to gain anything from it.

Feng Yimo snorted coldly and said, "What else can I do? I'll take your life!" As he spoke, the powerful Divine Sense completely controlled the formation pestle. The Tiangang Yin Wind Formation was fully activated. Gray Wind Blades emerged from the Yin winds and flew toward Song Che. It turned out that Feng Yimo had just come into contact with the Tiangang Yin Wind Formation and was not very familiar with it. That was why he had argued with the slovenly cultivator Song Che to buy time. Now that he had completely controlled the formation, he started to attack Song Che.

Song Che was shocked and angry. He hurriedly took out an oval shield. The gray Wind Blades landed on the shield and were blocked. It was actually a high grade spiritual weapon. Feng Yimo sighed in his heart. If he was at the Foundation Establishment stage, the Tiangang Yin Wind Formation would be another kind of power. Now, it could only threaten Song Che in the formation, but it could not hurt this person.

"I must think of another way to get rid of this person as soon as possible!" Feng Yimo was anxious. He activated the formation and attacked Song Che with Wind Blade while searching for a way to prevent this person from escaping the formation. Otherwise, hundreds of people from the Feng Family would die at the hands of this person!

Now, he could only use that strange rusted blade.

The Tiangang Yin Wind Formation had the effect of blocking the Divine Sense. He could see Song Che clearly through the pestle, but Song Che could not see him. Therefore, Feng Yimo quietly took out the rusted blade, took out a wisp of Divine Sense, and controlled the rusted blade to approach Song Che bit by bit.

Song Che, who was in the middle of the numerous Wind Blades, felt very sullen. He could feel that the gray Wind Blades contained waves of cold energy. He could only defend himself. If not for the high grade defensive shield in his hand, he would have been injured by the Wind Blades. If it wasn't for the formation, he would have rushed out a long time ago.

Just as he was thinking about how to break the formation, he felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned around and saw a long blade covered in rust. He almost thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. When he saw that it was really a rusty steel blade, he immediately laughed. "Hahaha, fellow Daoist, could it be that you are so poor that you are in such a state? Without a spiritual tool, I will just give you one. How about the two of us treat it as a friend?"

However, what answered him was a swift saber wind. The rusted saber actually sped up and stabbed towards his chest.

Song Che laughed coldly and raised the shield in his hand to meet the rusted blade. He wanted to crush the rusted blade and give it a little bit of color.

However, in the next moment, his eyes widened because the rusted saber actually pierced through the shield in his hand and into his chest!

"How... how is this possible?" Song Che's mind went blank. His shield was a high-grade defensive spiritual shield. Even if the other party was also a high-grade spiritual shield, he still wouldn't be able to pierce through it in an instant. He raised his head in fear and looked around. Suddenly, he felt all the life force in his body rush towards the rusted saber. It was as if his soul and flesh were sucked into it and he instantly lost consciousness.

Feng Yimo rolled up his Divine Sense and took back the rusted knife. Suddenly, he found that the rust on the rusted knife was missing a piece. Although he didn't pay much attention to the appearance of the rusted knife before, he knew the number of rust spots on the knife. There were a total of 231 rust spots. Now, after killing Song Che, a Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior, one of the rust spots was missing. Could it be that he had to kill another 231 people to reveal the original appearance of the rusted knife?

He shivered and quickly put away the saber. He felt that the rusted saber was missing. It was like a living creature that could devour the life of a cultivator, not a weapon.

The Divine Sense rolled around again. The shield and the Storage Bag at Song Che's waist immediately flew back. Feng Yimo calmly put away the shield and then removed the Tiangang Yin Wind Formation.

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