My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

As the old man surnamed Yang spoke, he stood in front of Yurong and Peng Qi without hesitation, looking confident and ready to show his skills.

He opened his hands slightly, with a faint spiritual power flowing through his fingertips, as if he was ready to break the formation at any time.

Chu Ci was observing all this quietly from the side, but he was muttering to himself: Could it be that I could have fooled the two of them so easily? Could the Millennium Dark Spirit Fruit really be obtained so easily?

Peng Qi had previously described Xu Zihao's memory in detail to Chu Ci. The formation was hidden on the seemingly ordinary mountain wall. Only by breaking the formation could the dark spirit fruit tree inside be revealed.

Chu Ci stared closely at the old man surnamed Yang's movements, afraid of missing any details.

The old man surnamed Yang stared at the mountain wall in front of him with full concentration, pacing back and forth on the platform, as if looking for a suitable position. His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of seriousness and concentration.

Yurong and Peng Qi's eyes followed the movements of the old man surnamed Yang closely, and their feet unconsciously stepped back.

At this moment, something strange happened. A yellowish-brown light suddenly flashed where Yu Rong and Peng Qi were standing, and then a formation appeared out of thin air around them, completely enveloping the two of them.

"Hahaha!" As the laughter echoed through the valley, the old man surnamed Yang seemed to have released all his depression and laughed wildly.

His laughter was full of arrogance and complacency, as if everything was under his control.

Yurong looked flustered, with shock and confusion in her eyes. She looked at the old man named Yang in front of her as if she were a stranger.

She asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Yang! What...what do you mean?"

The old man surnamed Yang did not answer immediately, but put his hands behind his back and looked at the two people in the formation smugly. He said coldly:

"What do you mean? Of course it's for this Dark Spirit Fruit Tree. Xu is not here, so if I kill you two, the fruit tree will belong to me!"

Yurong's expression changed drastically, her eyes were filled with disappointment and anger:

"Brother Yang, we have been friends for hundreds of years, and we always share the dark spirit fruits equally. Why do you suddenly turn against us today?"

The old man surnamed Yang was not moved by Yurong's words. He snorted coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes:

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know. Who among you doesn't want to take this fruit tree? It's just that I can't deal with the other two people by myself, so I haven't made a move yet."

Yurong heard this, her voice filled with endless grief and sorrow:

"Brother Yang, I've known you for a hundred years, but I never realized you were this kind of person!"

The old man surnamed Yang was indifferent and said coldly: "Humph, the treasures of the world of cultivation must naturally be in our own hands."

As his voice fell, the entire valley fell into silence again.

Yu Rong took a deep breath: "Brother Yang, please stop. Even if you kill us, can you still move this dark spirit fruit tree? Once Brother Xu finds out that his son has not returned, he will definitely come here to look for him. How will you deal with him then? Don't forget that he has already reached the perfect realm of strength!"

When the old man surnamed Yang heard this, he laughed disdainfully.

There was a hint of pride in his eyes: "To tell you the truth, since I dare to do this, I naturally have a way to move the dark spirit fruit tree. To be honest, as early as thirty years ago, I had already researched the method of replanting, and I have only been looking for a suitable opportunity."

When Yurong heard this, her eyes lit up slightly.

"Okay, Yurong, you don't have to persuade me anymore." The old man surnamed Yang continued, "You should blame yourself for being too naive. To tell you the truth, I came to Lingxi City a year ago and spent 300,000 spirit stones to buy this set of sky coffin and ground coffin formation. This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the feng shui is excellent. It is just right for your burial place."

After saying this, his expression became ferocious, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes. He stared at Yurong and Peng Qi in the formation, as if he was looking at two poor creatures who were destined to become victims.

After hearing what the other party said, Yurong seemed to have suddenly realized something. Finally, she shook her head helplessly, closed her eyes and stopped talking. It seemed that she had accepted her fate.

"Okay, go to hell!" Before the old man surnamed Yang finished speaking, a spiritual light condensed in his hand and struck the khaki formation without hesitation. The spiritual light roared out like a giant dragon, as if to devour everything.

Chu Ci had been hiding aside and observing the few people quietly. He found that with the infusion of spiritual power, the light of the sky coffin and earth coffin formation became brighter and brighter, as if it would illuminate the entire valley.

The old man surnamed Yang let out a light exclamation and looked at the formation with a puzzled look, with a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly he screamed in horror and tried to contain the spiritual power in his body, but found that he was unable to do so no matter what, and the spiritual power in his body still gushed out continuously.

“What’s going on!” the old man surnamed Yang screamed, and it seemed as if he was using all his strength to struggle free.

In just a moment, the old man surnamed Yang's face became extremely ugly, and at this moment a woman's sweet laughter was heard.

"Haha, Brother Yang, Brother Yang, it's a pity that you think you are so smart. Don't you even realize that the formation you set up has been tampered with?"

The person who spoke was Yurong. She no longer looked pale as before, but had an expression that showed she was confident and had won.

The situation of the old man surnamed Yang had become extremely critical. The spiritual power in his body was like a flood that had been opened, pouring out uncontrollably.

"Yurong, you..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice full of disbelief.

Yurong looked at him with contempt, curled her lips, and said coldly:

"Do you think you are very smart? Let me tell you, I came here three years ago, and I saw everything you did when you bought the formation and set it up."

After hearing this, the old man surnamed Yang was shocked. He widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "You came so early?"

Yu Rong raised her lips and said, "You are right. Who hasn't thought about this dark spirit fruit tree? Since I am not as strong as you, I have to be more careful."

Her words made the old man surnamed Yang's face change. He took a deep breath and tried to forcibly break the restraint of the formation.

However, no matter how he struggled, the invisible suction force always bound him tightly.

"Don't waste your energy, Brother Yang. My one million spirit stones were not wasted in vain." Yu Rong said lightly as she watched him struggle in vain.

The old man surnamed Yang struggled a few times, but still did not move. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "What do you mean by one million spirit stones?"