I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

In just a short moment, Mingchuan broke two of the Moon Wheel Formation's members, and the remaining Lu Jingming and a cultivator looked extremely ugly!

Lu Jingming looked at his injured companions and the hostage-taken monks on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Mingchuan, you dare to hurt someone from Yuelun Pavilion. Aren't you afraid of our Yuelun Pavilion's revenge?"

"Revenge?" Mingchuan sneered and thrust the Nine Dragon Sword forward, pressing it against the back of the kidnapped monk.

"You plotted against me first, and now you dare to ask for revenge? Now, I ask you, where is my companion? How do we break the Soul Separation Formation? If you dare to say no, I will kill him right now!"

The monk being held hostage was so frightened that he shouted, "No, no! Don't kill me! If the Holy Son doesn't tell me, I will!"

"The core of the Soul-Splitting Formation is under the huge rock on the east side of the canyon. As long as we destroy the core, the formation can be broken!"

"Those people in the Spirit Realm have been trapped in three areas of the formation by Senior Brother Zhao and the other two. They are not in danger for the time being!"

Lu Jingming's face turned pale, but he was helpless.

He couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples die at Mingchuan's hands, nor could he let the secret of the Soul Separation Formation be buried forever.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mingchuan, if you dare to hurt my fellow disciples, I will not let you go even if it costs me my life!"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't play tricks, I won't kill innocent people." Mingchuan said coldly, "Now, take me to the center of the formation. If you dare to play any tricks, you know the consequences."

As he spoke, he escorted the abducted monk and walked towards Lu Jingming step by step.

Lu Jingming clenched the jade-handled longsword in his hand, his eyes filled with reluctance, but he could only nod: "Okay, I'll take you there. But remember, sooner or later, I, Yuelun Pavilion, will settle the score with you for today!"

Mingchuan ignored his threats, escorted the monks and followed Lu Jingming towards the east side of the canyon.

On the way, he could clearly feel the spiritual power fluctuations of the soul-splitting array becoming stronger and stronger, and he became more and more anxious.

I wonder what happened to the others in the formation, and whether they are in danger...

Soon, they arrived at the east side of the canyon, where a huge black boulder suddenly appeared before their eyes.

A faint silver spiritual power was emanating from under the boulder, which was the center of the soul-splitting formation.

"It's right here. As long as we use our spiritual power to smash this boulder, the soul-splitting formation can be broken." Lu Jingming pointed at the boulder and said in a cold tone.

Mingchuan glanced at him, then looked at the held monk. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he let go of the monk, gripped the Nine Dragon Sword tightly, and walked towards the boulder.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body burst out again. The Nine Dragon Sword glowed with golden light and chopped towards the boulder fiercely.

"Boom--" With a loud noise, the huge rock was hit by the sword shadow and shattered in an instant!

As the boulder shattered, the spiritual power fluctuations of the soul-splitting formation suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding air became unobstructed.

Mingchuan was delighted. Just as he was about to turn around to look for his companions, he heard Lu Jingming's cold laugh from behind him: "Mingchuan, do you think you'll be alright just by breaking the Soul Separation Formation?"

"I've already sent a signal to Senior Brother Zhao. He'll be here soon with his men. By then, neither you nor your companions will be able to escape!"

Mingchuan's eyes sharpened, and he turned to look at Lu Jingming: "It seems that I can't keep you here today."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Lu Jingming, and the Nine Dragon Sword, with a fierce murderous intent, went straight to Lu Jingming's chest!

Lu Jingming was not willing to be outdone, and he rushed forward with a jade-handled sword shining silver!

The two sword lights collided with each other, making a sharp sound of metallic collision, and a spiritual power storm instantly set off in the canyon!!!

"clang--!"

The golden and silver swords collided again, and violent spiritual power spread in all directions, sweeping up the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground, and the rock walls on both sides of the canyon were shaken to the point of falling dust.

Mingchuan's arm was slightly numb, but he had no intention of retreating. The golden light on the Nine Dragon Sword became more and more intense, forcing Lu Jingming's jade-handled long sword down half an inch.

Lu Jingming's face flushed and sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't expect Mingchuan's strength to be so powerful. Although his cultivation level seemed to be almost the same as his, the strength of his spiritual power was far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator in the late Jindan stage!

"Impossible! You are just a wild cultivator from the Spirit Realm, how can you have such strong spiritual power?"

Lu Jingming gritted his teeth and roared, trying to regain the initiative, but his wrist was shaking constantly due to the shock of Mingchuan's sword energy, and he could hardly keep up the strength to hold the sword.

Mingchuan's eyes were cold, and without any unnecessary words, he suddenly turned his wrist, and the Nine Dragon Sword slid along the sword body and cut towards Lu Jingming's wrist.

Lu Jingming was so scared that he quickly put away his sword and stepped back, but he was still a step too slow. His sleeve was cut by the sword light, leaving a shallow blood mark on his wrist.

"You hid quickly."

Mingchuan snorted coldly, tapped the ground with his toes, and rushed forward like an arrow. The Nine Dragon Sword slashed out three golden sword shadows in succession, blocking Lu Jingming's forward, backward, left and right evasive routes.

Lu Jingming was forced into a corner and had no choice but to raise his sword to fight back.

But with a crisp "crack", his jade-handled long sword was actually cracked by Mingchuan's sword shadow!

This sword is a magic weapon specially made for him by Yuelun Pavilion, but it can't even withstand Mingchuan's three swords!

"My sword!" Lu Jingming's eyes turned red with heartache, but more of it was fear.

Without the support of magic weapon, he is no match for Mingchuan!

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard from a distance, accompanied by several fluctuations of spiritual power.

It was Senior Brother Zhao who came with his men!

Lu Jingming's eyes lit up, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and he shouted into the distance: "Brother Zhao! Come over here and help me kill this man!"

Mingchuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw three figures running towards the canyon. Leading them was none other than Senior Brother Zhao, who had set up the Soul Separation Formation earlier. The other two were holding someone captive...

It was Ye Chuhan!

Ye Chuhan had his hands tied and a cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Mingchuan, his eyes lit up instantly. He twisted his body desperately and made a "woohoo" sound, as if reminding Mingchuan to be careful.

"Boy, your companion is in my hands!" Senior Brother Zhao stopped and grabbed Ye Chuhan's neck, looking at Mingchuan with a sinister look, "Now, put down your sword and surrender! Otherwise, I will strangle him to death right now!"

Seeing this, Lu Jingming also laughed triumphantly: "Don't you care about your companions? Now, let's see how you can fight me!"

Mingchuan's eyes turned cold in an instant, and his hand holding the Nine Dragon Sword tightened, his knuckles turning white.

He looked at Ye Chuhan, whose face turned red from being pinched, and felt anxious and angry, but he did not dare to act rashly.

Ye Chuhan's cultivation level is not as good as his. If Senior Brother Zhao really wants to kill him, Ye Chuhan will not be able to withstand it at all.

"What? You don't dare to move?" Seeing Mingchuan's hesitation, Senior Brother Zhao became even more arrogant, and the hand that was pinching Ye Chuhan's neck tightened a little bit. "I'll count to three. If you don't put down the sword, I'll attack! One... two..."