The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

After the intense duel, Gu Yanqing felt a bit exhausted. Miao Yimo quickly summoned his Gu insects, forming a protective circle around them. Holding a long whip, he stood firmly in front of Gu Yanqing. Seeing this, Gu Yanqing immediately sat down cross-legged and quickly began to recover his spiritual power.

This place had just experienced a fierce battle. Although the surrounding ghost kings were filled with greed, they could only suppress their desires and lingered on the edge, not daring to advance rashly. They seemed to be waiting for the departure of these two, then they would seize the opportunity to fight for control of this land.

"The performance of these two young men is truly impressive!" Ming's eyes fixed on the two unexpected juniors. She knew the ghosts of the Nine Netherworlds like the back of her hand, but she had never expected these two to be able to defeat them. "You underestimated their strength," Ying Ni said from the side. "One of them is the Shushan Sect's senior disciple, and the other is the future young priest of the Miao people. You know, to surpass everyone, their abilities are naturally extraordinary." Ying Ni understood the hardships of leadership. As the eldest sister of the Xuantian Sect, she not only assisted the Sect Master with daily chores but also led disciples in external training. She knew the difficulties involved.

"Oh, look, that young Taoist priest is trapped in a formation." Ming noticed that Tian Suanzi had stepped into a formation, and his interest was immediately piqued. This formation was the legacy of an ancient formation master, left behind after his resentment dissipated. It contained his legacy and countless mysteries. "This formation is truly fascinating. Now it depends on whether the young Taoist priest can use his wisdom and courage to break out of it." Ying Ni recognized it as a formation from the ancient formation sect at a glance. She had a deep understanding and research of these ancient formations, and was well aware of their complexity and dangers.

Ming and Ying Ni stood aside, quietly observing Tian Suanzi's every move, their hearts filled with anticipation. They knew this formation wasn't just a test, but also a rare opportunity. If Tian Suanzi could successfully break the formation, he would inherit the legacy of an ancient formation master and greatly enhance his strength. Everything depended on whether he could overcome this challenging formation with his own wisdom and courage.

Tian Suanzi paused, his expression suddenly changing. He felt an ancient, weathered aura wash over him. The scene before him distorted and shifted, and he had unknowingly stepped into an ancient formation. A hazy gray mist enveloped him, and the space seemed distorted by an invisible force. The stars shifted, the sun and moon lost their light, and a vast chaos reigned.

He was startled, knowing this was no ordinary place. He quickly pulled an ancient compass from his sleeve. This compass was his master's most precious treasure, capable of predicting fortune and fortune, determining direction, and his ultimate reliance on it as he journeyed across the land. At this moment, the compass's light flickered, and its needle spun wildly, as if resisting the power of the ancient formation, attempting to find a way out.

Tian Suanzi frowned, his gaze solemn. He gripped the compass tightly in both hands, muttering to himself as he activated the runes on it. As his incantation intensified, the compass's light grew brighter, and the needle gradually stabilized, pointing in a single direction. He felt a surge of joy, knowing this was the key to breaking free from the formation.

However, at this moment, the long, ancient chime of a bell suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the chaotic space. Tian Suanzi's face changed drastically, and he felt a powerful pressure descending from the sky, as if an ancient power was watching him. He knew that the formation left by the ancient formation master was no joke; the slightest mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

But Tian Suanzi was no ordinary man. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and activated his compass once more, preparing for the next challenge. He knew that only by forging ahead could he find hope of breaking free from the formation. The formation before him was constantly shifting, like a living thing, each movement carrying with it endless power and mystery.

He gently raised his hand, his fingers tracing a mysterious path through the air, muttering something to himself, as if communicating with the heavens and earth, seeking guidance. A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of determination in them, and once again calculated his position. This time, his movements were more determined, each gesture imbued with boundless power. His figure flickered in and out of view within the swirling formation, as if drawn into an endless vortex.

As Tian Suanzi stepped into the gold formation within the Five Elements Formation, the scene before him suddenly changed, as if he had stepped into an endless golden world. The sky, the earth, and even the surrounding air were filled with an indescribable golden light, blinding and dazzling.

Suddenly, amidst the utter silence, a fierce sword force erupted, like thunder blasting in his ears. Tian Suanzi's heart tightened, and he looked up to see countless golden sword shadows whistling in from all directions, like meteors streaking across the sky, carrying with them an endless sense of killing intent.

Each of these golden swords gleamed with a cold light. Wherever their tips pointed, the air seemed to slice through, emitting a subtle hissing sound. They intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable sword net, crushing Tian Suanzi mercilessly, as if to completely devour him in this boundless golden torrent.

Tian Suanzi moved slightly, trying to avoid the overwhelming golden sword shadows, but the sword formation was too dense. Every sword seemed to have eyes, locking tightly onto his body. No matter how he dodged, he could not escape this death trap.

At this moment, Tian Suanzi sensed an unprecedented crisis. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, fixed on the impenetrable golden sword formation before him. Each flying sword shone with dazzling golden light, and the tangible sword energy intertwined in the air like an invisible net, firmly trapping him.

Tian Suanzi's face was solemn. He knew that if he couldn't break the golden sword formation, he would surely perish. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within him surged like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. His hands quickly formed seals, and he muttered something. Mysterious runes appeared in the air, flashing with brilliant light.

With a furious roar from Tian Suanzi, the runes on his chest coalesced into an earthen dragon. He unleashed the runes, and they burst forth like a flooded dragon from the sea, unstoppable, colliding fiercely with the sword energy of the Golden Sword Formation with a deafening roar. As the Golden Sword Formation trembled violently, Tian Suanzi seized this fleeting opportunity. With a flash of his body, he weaved through the sword shadows like a ghost, finally discovering a flaw in the Golden Sword Formation. He exerted his strength, and a rune shot forth, radiating golden light and a whirlwind of sword shadows. Finally, he had shattered a gap in the Golden Sword Formation.

However, before Tian Suanzi could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his feet go empty and he fell uncontrollably. Startled, he quickly looked around and saw that he had fallen into a formation composed of countless wooden stakes. The stakes seemed to have life, rapidly moving around him, forming complex paths that trapped him.