Immortal Formula

   Chapter 62 Where is the head?

The Fan Family Master stretched out his hand, and the second flag flew into his hand. When it was shown in the wind, another beam of light flew up, and a figure appeared in the air. It was the same as the previous process. Pair of knee pads fused together. After doing this three times, until the eight blood shadows were merged with the battle armor, the warrior who was originally just a phantom has gradually become materialized, but the shoulders are still empty.

   At this time, Fan Sixian had already picked up the ninth flag. Under the wind, the ninth figure appeared in the air. It was a girl dressed in Tsing Yi with an indifferent expression, it was Gu Yan! Fan Sixian shouted loudly, "Where is the head!"

   He displayed the picture in his hand, and suddenly it stretched dozens of meters long like a rainbow in the sky, and endless white light was projected towards Gu Yan's phantom, as if to completely absorb her body into the painting.

  Gu Yan only felt a splitting headache, as if countless steel needles were desperately stabbing her sea of ​​consciousness. The helmet in the magic bag was vibrating constantly, as if it was about to break through her restraint and fly out.

   At this moment, I felt that two people grabbed her wrists, one from the left and one from the right, and shouted, "Go!" Then her figure disappeared into the crowd without a sound.

   When Gu Yan felt the tingling pain in the sea of ​​consciousness weakened, he realized that he was already in a crypt. Standing beside him was Wufang in black. On the other hand, Yue Mingge stood at the entrance of the cave, with a solemn expression swinging the array flags in front of him, and laying a small array in front of him.

   The wind was miserable outside the cave. Several flags swayed in the wind, trembling under the cold wind, as if they were in danger of falling at any time.

  Gu Yanqiang stood up, thanked Wufang, and said, "What the **** is going on?"

   Wufang said in a deep voice: "He wants to collect the soul of the Xinghai Demon Lord and bring him back from the dead!"

   Gu Yan exclaimed: "How is this possible!" A cultivator, no matter how advanced his cultivation was during his lifetime, after his death, his body will turn into dust. A powerful cultivator can leave his spiritual sense in the world, but it is only a wisp of spiritual sense, far less powerful than the main body. Usually, as time goes by, or the original task is completed, it will fade away with the weather and become a space between heaven and earth. The most fundamental vitality. Resurrection from the dead is just a legend of those mortal fools. As a cultivator, Gu Yan clearly knows that there is no such thing in the world!

  Yue Mingge, who had already arranged the array, said in a deep voice, "It's not impossible!" He sat cross-legged on the ground and let out a long sigh, as if he had just set up the array, which cost him a lot of energy.

"This is a very sinister spell among demon cultivators. The Xinghai Demon Lord died here, and this is the ancient battlefield left behind. He was besieged by more than a dozen monks, and in the end, his corpse was smashed with knives. Dissipated, but the resentment left behind could not subside. Attaching to his armor, it needed to be suppressed with Taoist mysterious techniques, and it took tens of thousands of years to be able to dissipate.

"Fan Sixian used the blood sacrifice method to let the battle armors divided into nine parts recognize their own masters and find a master that best suits them. Then, the resentment on the armor is refined into divine consciousness, and finally this phantom is condensed into a real life. This is the method of nine blood refining soul!"

Yue Mingge finished this series of words in one breath, and then looked at Gu Yan intently, "Fellow Daoist Yan, I don't know if this is your real name. But just now Fan Sixian searched the soul array with nine bloods in the air, and he couldn't find you. Divine Soul, are you a cultivator, do you have a secret method to escape his control?"

Gu Yan said with a smile but not a smile: "Brother Yue is really smart and can see so many things, but I don't know, do you want me to be, or not?" She also looked at Yue Mingge, "Brother Yue claims to be from overseas. , the origin is unpredictable, but I know the story of this place very well, but I have some doubts, are you an undercover agent sent by Fan Sixian?"

   Her eyes were fixed on Yue Mingge, holding the lamp in her palm, the purple flame kept flashing on the wick, and the other palm held three sharp golden arrows, clanging loudly. Although Wu Fang on the other side did not speak, he also looked at Yue Mingge with very sharp eyes, obviously ready to attack at any time.

  Yue Mingge was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "You two, now we are in the same room, both friends in need, do you still have any doubts about me?"

  Gu Yan said indifferently: "If you don't tell the history and explain the problem just now, I don't mind eradicating an unknown scourge first."

  Yue Mingge said with a wry smile: "Young Daoist Yan really acted decisively. To tell the truth, I am not an overseas monk." He said with a solemn expression, "I am from the Shangqing Palace, and he is a disciple of Master Mingyu."

  Gu Yan's expression was instantly moved! She came to Luodi not long ago, but when she was overseas, she heard from the monks in Luodi that the headmaster of the Shangqing Palace, Mingyu Zhenren, had the realm of the late stage of the formation of pills, and was the most advanced monk in Luodi. For nearly a thousand years, the most hopeful person to have a successful baby. His direct disciple, at least comparable to the patriarch of an immortal clan, would sneak in here without a sound!

  Wufang also looked at him in surprise, "The so-called son of a thousand gold cannot sit down in the hall. As a direct disciple of the real master, Brother Yue will dress up as a nameless qi cultivator and come here to fight for life and death?"

Yue Mingge sighed: "I have a heavy responsibility here, so it's okay to say more at this time. Tens of thousands of years ago, immortal cultivators and demon cultivators had fought countless battles, and Luodi was one of the main battlefields. This Taihua Mountain was the main battlefield where the Xinghai Demon Lord fell. Originally, there was no Taihua Mountain on the shore of Xuanshui. It was those monks who had earth-shaking supernatural powers. They used their great magic power to flatten countless numbers of people. The land, this mountain that has been pulled up abruptly!"

Gu Yan couldn't help being fascinated. She seemed to be back in the chaotic space. Countless sights impacted her mind. Those monks who could overturn the river and overturn the sea were unbridled in their battles. It erodes, the heaven and earth are overwhelmed by it, and the wind and clouds change its color.

Yue Mingge continued: "The founder of the Shangqing Palace was a monk who survived the war. He supported the Fan family in the land of Xuanshui, and his main task was to let them guard Mount Taihua. Firmly hold onto the magic formation set up by the nine monks using the Mysterious Sect Secret Technique, and suppress the sky-covering armor!"

   (end of this chapter)