The grass in the factory should be plucked

Over the martial arts arena, the clouds were very low, the mountain breeze blew past, the eave bells jingled, and the Taoist flags fluttered in the wind.

Hundreds of disciples from various sects crowded under the arena, looking at the several sect leaders confronting each other in the arena, whispering to each other.

"I heard that Master Qiu of the Quanzhen Sect just had a breakthrough last month, and his momentum seems to be stronger than before."

A young disciple shrank his neck and stared at Qiu Mingzi, who was holding a whisk and seemed to be surrounded by an aura.

The older brother beside him lowered his voice and said, "I think the Wutou Master from the Lushan Sect is the more difficult one. Look at the black mist condensed on his staff. I wonder how many evil creatures he has killed!"

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Xuan Ling Zhenren looked around at everyone with a fake smile: "Brother, you have been in seclusion for ten years. Now the demon tide is about to rise. Someone has to carry the banner of Taoism. Since you are interested in challenging my Longhu Mountain, then come together!"

Li Shuanghua sneered, "Who are you looking down on, Master? Everyone, step back. I will meet him first!"

She raised her jade hand lightly, and seven green swords flew out instantly, forming a sword formation, with the cold sword tips all pointing at Master Xuan Ling.

“Hahahaha…” Master Xuanling suddenly laughed wildly, and the Bagua floor tiles under his feet trembled slightly.

Suddenly, countless blood-colored runes spread out from the ground like hideous blood vessels, interweaving into a huge blood net that enveloped all the leaders.

In an instant, the sky was dyed blood red, and only the shrill cries of ghosts could be heard one after another, and a disgusting stench was emitted all around.

"Oh no! It's the Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Array!" Qiu Mingzi's face suddenly changed.

The Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Formation, as the name suggests, uses the blood of living beings as a sacrifice to summon the Netherworld Blood Sea and trap the people in the formation in the blood sea.

Once you are contaminated by the sea of ​​blood, your body and soul will gradually be corroded, causing your body to rot and your spiritual power to dissipate, eventually turning into a wronged soul in the river of blood, suffering eternal torture.

However, in the eyes of the disciples below the stage, they only saw a sudden rise of golden light that surrounded everyone on the stage, and had no idea what was happening inside.

"Is this a formation?" a disciple exclaimed.

Some disciples also complained: "I wanted to watch how the teachers competed, but now I can't see anything!"

Xuan Ling Zhenren's two disciples, Sun Boyu and Zhou Boguang, watched coldly and thought to themselves, what are you looking at? Once your leaders are dead, your death will also come.

In the formation, all the sect leaders were horrified when they heard that it was the "Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Formation".

"Xuan Ling! How dare you use such vicious means to plot against us!" Li Shuanghua shouted angrily.

He had no idea how many lives he had sacrificed before he created this evil formation!

Lin Xuan sneered: "No one would have thought that there would be an evil cultivator in the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain!"

Wu Jiuzi's face was heavy: "Today, my Maoshan sect will enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

Xuan Ling Zhenren laughed grimly and said, "You don't know your own limitations!"

He made a hand gesture and waves of blood swept towards everyone like a tide.

The Maoshan Sect bit his fingertips, quickly drew a talisman on the peach wood sword, and shouted: "Break!"

Several golden lights shot out from the sword, trying to break through the blockade of the blood waves.

The blood surged, instantly swallowing up the golden light, making it even more scarlet and dazzling!

Lin Xuan hurriedly summoned the evil spirit from his staff.

The phantom was formed from the evil spirits of the evil creatures he had killed. It opened its bloody mouth and tried to swallow the huge waves that were attacking it.

Unexpectedly, countless evil ghosts and spirits suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​blood and instantly submerged the evil spirit!

Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Friend Lin, please step back and take a rest. Let me take over!"

Li Shuanghua raised her jade hand slightly, and the seven green swords turned into a dazzling sword light and stabbed towards the center of the formation.

However, the blood waves in the formation surged and condensed into a huge blood blade, colliding with the sword light.

With a loud bang, the Qingfeng Sword was knocked back. Li Shuanghua's face turned pale and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Xuan Ling Zhenren stood at the center of the formation and laughed wildly: "You will all die here today!"

Qiu Mingzi shouted angrily: "Xuanling old villain, stop being so rampant!"

He took a deep breath, made hand gestures and cast the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation. Seven phantom stars flickered above his head, and the starlight turned into chains, trying to lock up the blood wave.

Wujiuzi was not willing to be outdone. He sacrificed the Nine Heavens Peach Wood Seal, with runes flowing on it, and smashed towards the blood wave with the force of destroying the world.

Lin Xuan forcibly suppressed the surging blood and energy, and drove the remaining evil spirits to attack the blood wave together with Li Shuanghua's Qingfeng sword formation.

For a moment, the energy between heaven and earth surged, and golden light, blood waves, ghost energy, and sword energy intertwined together.

But the power of the Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Array was too strong, and the attacks of the crowd were just a drop in the bucket.

The blood wave was getting closer and closer, and the stench was overwhelming...

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound coming from far away, and the disciples below the stage exclaimed.

"What is this?"

"Bugs! Such a huge swarm of bugs!"

It turned out to be a group of insects with small blue wings, flying over in an overwhelming manner.

Then, a clear flute sound suddenly pierced through the blood waves, melodious yet a little weird. The disciples below the ring were unable to move when they heard the sound.

Sun Boyu and Zhou Boguang's eyes rolled wildly, and they were filled with fear.

"Who is it?" Xuan Ling Zhenren's face changed suddenly.

I saw a black figure, who appeared out of thin air amidst the dense swarm of insects, and suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The man held the piccolo across his lips and played a strange melody.

In an instant, thousands of insects rushed forward like a tide and drilled into the blood net one after another.

Master Xuanling hurriedly strengthened the formation. The evil spirits in the formation roared and waves of blood surged, trying to devour the insects.

"Master Xuanling, your evil formation is only this good!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, Chen Lie, the red-headed wizard of the Lushan School, rushed out from one side, the magic knife in his hand flashing with a strange red light, and slashed fiercely at the blood net!

Master Xuan Ling bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the formation. The sea of ​​blood suddenly surged into huge waves, and insects fell one after another, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

The man had a calm expression on his face, and the rhythm of the flute sounded fast and slow, controlling the swarm of insects to change their formation.

One of the largest blue-winged insects suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the center of the formation. Countless insects followed closely behind it, gnawing at the blood patterns that supported the formation.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Master Xuanling wanted to recall the power at the center of the formation to fight back, but he found that the talisman at the center of the formation was being eaten away by poisonous insects, and the power was lost faster and faster.

"Impossible! How could this Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Formation be destroyed by a mere bug..."

Before Xuan Ling Zhenren finished speaking, Chen Lie's magic knife chopped down again. There was a loud bang, and the blood net was shattered. The blood mist in the sky dissipated, revealing the miserable people in the formation.

Xuan Ling Zhenren spat out a mouthful of black blood. His face was terribly gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait for me!"

He used the "escape" technique, turned into a streak of blood, and fled in a panic.

Everyone in the formation took a breath and looked up at the person who came.

"Chen Lie? It was you who saved us?" Lin Xuan widened his eyes, his face full of shock.

Chen Lie laughed and said, "Masters, this is the leader of the Jiulian Sect. I heard that you are in trouble and came to help you!"