563: C563 Zhu'er

C563 Zhu'er

Feng Yimo heard the old man's question and raised his head to look at the black moon that had almost merged with the sky. He said, "Perhaps it has something to do with this black moon. You guys can rest for a while. Perhaps you won't be able to be quiet tonight."1

"Yes!" The old man bowed respectfully and pulled his grandson to sit beside the bonfire.

Feng Yimo turned his gaze to the position of Earth City. The sea of lightning was still trying its best to kill the demon beasts. The Bloodthirsty Vine happily devoured the flesh and blood of the flying tiger's corpse and continued its reckless slaughter. It had never had such a hearty slaughter before.

However, even Feng Yimo himself did not notice that after using the Lunar Shadow Chopping, a streak of blood climbed up his eyes.

"Grandpa, you called him senior. Could it be that this person is a Soul Formation Patriarch?" Beside the bonfire, the young cultivator stole a glance at Feng Yimo and asked the old man in a soft voice.

"Zhu'er, you can't talk about senior! This was an expert. This is not something that you and I can imagine. Do you know now? There is always someone better than you. The senior is not much older than you, but his cultivation is already above your grandfather's. I wonder who has such good fortune to take him as a disciple. "If grandfather had such a disciple, he would die in peace." The old man said enviously.

Grandfather, Zhu'er is also considered your disciple. She has only cultivated for thirty years and is already a Golden Core Early Period warrior. Isn't this embarrassing? " Zhu'er tugged at her grandfather's sleeve in a coquettish manner and shook it a few times. Her expression was filled with the coquettishness of a little girl, and she didn't look like a man.

"You have the best potential, but you don't know how to cultivate diligently. In the future, you have to cultivate diligently. Do you know that?" The old man patted Zhu'er's hand with pity and said.

"I know, Grandfather. Zhu'er also wants to prove that she is not much worse than him!" Zhu'er looked at Feng Yimo again, waved her small fist, and said, "Grandpa, why is it so cold tonight? Let's add some fire."

Grandpa looked outside. Under the efforts of the Bloodthirsty Vines and the sea of lightning, most of the demon beasts were destroyed. His heart was shocked. The yellow-faced man and the spirit vine that saved him were both so powerful. As the master, there was no need to mention who this person was. When did the Homo Clan produce such a powerful man?

Initially, he wanted to rest for a while and then lend a helping hand. But now, it seemed like he didn't need it anymore.

"Master!" The sea of lightning fought for more than an hour, yet it didn't show any signs of fatigue. Instead, it was extremely excited. He had eaten many medicinal Demonic Cores, and they were extremely beneficial to his own cultivation.

"Good. Your performance isn't bad. Let's take a rest first. The battle will become even more intense in a while." Although the surroundings were pitch black, he could see countless demonic Qi slowly approaching him. The golden demonic Qi had increased by a lot.

He thought for a moment, then took out dozens of formation flags and threw them around the city. With a buzz, a large formation surrounded by mist appeared. This was a high-rank five illusion formation that he had replicated according to the Thirteen Spiritual Formations. Although he had mastered the Thirteen Spiritual Formations, he was limited by materials and strength. He could only replicate a high-rank five formation and could not truly refine the pillars of the formation.

One should know that cultivation was already very difficult. If he divided his attention to study the formation, it would definitely delay the advancement of his cultivation. Who knew that this mysterious young man was actually proficient in the formation, which made him even more curious about Feng Yimo's identity.

"Old man, are you good at formations?" Feng Yimo asked the old man. The old man quickly stood up and cupped his hands, saying, "A little bit, I wonder if senior..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Feng Yimo handed over a flag. He said, "Old sir, please preside over this formation to display the greatest power of this formation. This way, it'll be beneficial for us to persist. In a while, there will be tens of thousands of demonic beasts attacking. Furthermore, there would be no less than ten fifth grade demonic beasts in the middle. The four of us will be buried in the belly of the demonic beasts! " He said it in a more serious manner. If we can't defeat them, then we will die in the stomach of the demon beasts! With the Hundred Miles Step, it wouldn't be a problem for him to escape with the sea of lightning. However, he didn't want to watch the two of them die in front of his eyes, so he exaggerated a little.

The old man trembled in fear. Tens of thousands of demonic beasts! There were still more than ten Fifth Grade demonic beasts, could they block it? However, when he received the array flag, he was instantly stunned. This was clearly a high grade formation of the Fifth Grade. It could be said to be the highest grade formation of the Cultivation World. How could it appear in the hands of the young cultivator in front of him?

"Grandpa, I want to help too!" Seeing this, Zhu'er stood up and said.

Feng Yimo heard his voice. It was clear and melodious. He took a second look and realized that the young cultivator didn't have an Adam's apple. He immediately understood that it was a woman in male makeup. He quickly looked away.

Zhu'er's face was full of filth and blood because she was running for her life. After she was safe, she cleaned up a little and revealed her pretty face. She was very delicate and pretty.

"Zhu'er, listen to me. Just stay here obediently and help!" Grandfather knew what his granddaughter was thinking. He wanted to display his formation talent in front of this young cultivator, but even a hundred granddaughters couldn't catch up to this young cultivator. With a serious expression, he said, "This concerns the life and death of these few people. You can't be careless!"

"Oh, got it!" Zhu'er pouted unhappily and sat down again. She used a wooden stick to fiddle with the bonfire.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, countless demonic beasts flocked over. Each of them had red eyes and rushed into the formation. They immediately became headless flies, running around everywhere. They couldn't find a way out, so they attacked wildly.

"Old man, an illusion formation!" Feng Yimo shouted and rushed into the formation along with the sea of lightning. With a flash of his second clone, he appeared not far away from the formation and headed straight for a Fourth Level High Rank demonic beast.

The old man quickly waved his array flag and the formation changed. The demonic beasts felt that their surroundings had changed. It was as if they had returned to their home, and their violent emotions had become much slower.

Now, all the demonic beasts that had rushed in were below the fifth grade. It was perfect for practice. The second clone took out Jian Chen's Silver Snake Sword, and an astonishing sword Qi soared into the sky. Before this, he had not completely inherited the inheritance, and was unable to control and unleash the greatest power of the Silver Snake Sword. Now, after more than ten years of hard work, he had finally fully grasped the Silver Snake Sword, and its power was even greater than the Rainbow Wind Chasing Sword.

The three of them, together with the Bloodthirsty Vine and the Rainbow Wind Chasing Sword, instantly killed a group of demonic beasts, causing blood to flow like rivers.

The old man was shocked to the core, and he was dumbstruck. A fourth grade demonic beast under their hands had been completely wiped out in less than three moves like they were cutting melons and vegetables!

However, there were too many demonic beasts that had charged into the Cloud Fog Grand Formation. Feng Yimo pointed his finger, and three hundred thousand demonic bugs flew out of the ten thousand bug nests in the sky. They swarmed toward the herd of demonic beasts in all directions. The low-level demonic beasts screamed miserably. After the cloud of bugs blew, they turned into piles of white bones. The white bones were everywhere, making one's hair stand on end.

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