The villain has been playing badly for ten years

At this moment, Hua Jianbai suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure not far away.

On the huge dragon head, the snow-jade eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, then instantly turned into panic, and then roared at the top of its lungs.

"Ow—"

The roar was deafening, as if it had something it wanted to tell, but after transforming into a dragon, it was unable to convey its meaning at all.

Hearing his painful howls, Ning Xiusu's heart suddenly tightened. The moment he approached the Dragon Locking Banner, he could keenly feel that the other party's body was trembling.

The originally mirror-like scales were now pale like water, and the smooth parts seemed to have been ravaged, becoming dull and lifeless, and even had deep cracks and blood stains.

At this moment, anger and heartache intertwined together, as if thousands of sharp arrows were piercing through... It was almost hard to breathe.

Ning Xiusu's face was solemn, and without the slightest hesitation, the color of the Nine Netherworlds instantly ignited in his palm, and the flickering flames turned from cyan to dark blue.

He had something on his mind, so naturally he was eager to save people.

The flag on the black banner was ignited, and the green chain as thick as a plate was gradually wrapped in the dark fire, revealing a trace of moonlight.

This Dragon Locking Banner was forged by gathering ghosts, supposedly belonging to the ghost cultivators of the Tongshan Daochang, so it was nothing special. The Dark Lotus Spirit Fire, mixed with the pure and righteous Taixuan Energy, could instantly shatter and annihilate it.

But for some reason, this power that was intended to break the confinement of the magic circle made Hua Jianbai twist his huge body as if in great pain.

How could it be that the power of the dragon bone seal on his body disappeared?

Suddenly, he felt an ominous premonition lingering in his heart, and he secretly thought that this was not good.

The green chains on the Dragon Locking Banner are no ordinary objects. They have been used to smelt the blood body. This time they replace the dragon bone seal and are driven into the flesh and blood veins. If they are destroyed directly, it will be a serious blow!

What a cruel plan...

He reacted at the critical moment and restrained his internal breath.

The spiritual fire was withdrawn too quickly, and the trickle of fire in the body turned into a wild horse that broke free from its reins, and the spiritual veins were violently rammed several times.

At this moment, the green chain broke in an instant, and a dazzling scarlet light burst out from it, and a rune was faintly visible.

The chain had obviously been tampered with for this attack.

Oops!

Ning Xiusu was startled, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he gathered a dark fire to block it like a wall.

The talisman hit the shimmering light exactly, and he was thrown out by a powerful force.

The spiritual veins were hit by a double impact, just like countless sharp blades piercing into the internal organs.

Ning Xiusu's face turned pale in an instant, his body tilted, and he almost fell from a height of ten thousand feet.

Hanamibai, who had transformed into a giant dragon, was shaking his head in extreme pain, and was almost struggling to break free from the green chains.

It raised its head and howled again, and a mournful dragon roar resounded through the sky.

Hua Jianbai, bloodstained, attempted to soar steadily, but the strength within him seemed to dissipate, and he collapsed toward the cliff. The force of the dragon's landing crushed a pine forest.

The earth shook and a huge deep pit was smashed into the ground. Sand, rocks, snow and mud rushed into the sky like a tsunami, covering half of the sky.

Ning Xiusu was horrified and didn't care about anything. He leaned down and rushed down according to the falling momentum, but he had not yet gotten close to the place where Hua Jianbai fell.

Then he heard a "ding-dong" sound, which made his ears buzz, as if something had hit his soul, and the psyllables floating around him dispersed.

At this moment, in the air above the mountain valley, a faint yellow light suddenly appeared, like interwoven candle flames, and a huge magic circle rose from under their feet.

Countless beams of light suddenly appeared, shooting straight into the sky like pillars of heaven, with runes flickering on them. A bar of light formed on all sides, connecting the eight dragon-locking banners and unexpectedly trapping him alone.

His eyes fell into a foggy darkness, and he only felt a repressive force acting on his body. He finally suppressed the fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat, and almost flipped in the air before he could stand still in the air.

Ning Xiusu couldn't see anything. He took a deep breath, and his cuffs trembled slightly when he raised his hand.

Until the floating butterfly shadow appeared beside him, and the ink smudged the picture, he could see that the magic circle was like a cage, with a light purple haze and a faint yellow light beam that looked particularly turbid.

The powder of Yuguizhi floated in the air, as if mixed with turbid air that had been deposited for thousands of years, and a mixture of decay and fragrance entered the nose.

He was prepared and was not attacked by Yu Guizhi, but the strangeness in the magic circle made the turbid air thicker and the fog covered the mountain stream.

A huge pressure seemed to gnaw at his spiritual veins. Ning Xiusu could hardly control himself in the severe pain, and his whole body was as if covered with frost.

But... he still has the Star Stone on him.

The power of the magic circle has been weakened, and there is no big problem for the time being, but the impact just now was not light, so he looks very embarrassed.

"...Tian Kuixing, aren't you usually so cautious? Don't you know the function of the Flying Soul Lock? It's ridiculous that you lost your composure so quickly just because of a sissy."

Suddenly, in the thick fog, an extremely unpleasant voice was heard, like a saw cutting wood.

That's right, the Flying Soul Lock is a magic weapon from the Tongshan Taoist Temple. It can contain hidden talismans to hurt people. He was too anxious just now and ignored this point.

He straightened up calmly, stepped on the void and looked towards the mist.

"Oh, you evil people are really good at scheming."

Another person laughed wickedly, with a sarcasm filled with hatred:

"Mr. Ning, when it comes to scheming, who can compare to you? I never thought a demon like you would have such a weak spot. It's truly ridiculous."

In this purple mist, one can only hear the voice but not see the person.

The aroma is complex and decadent, mixed with a hint of mineral taste.

When the thick fog pushed away the picture, in the hazy light, one could see that this group of Yan people all had copper heads and ghost masks, dressed like the cult members in the mine.

The leader among them was dressed in black with a blueish color, and he was full of hostility. Compared with Long Yuan, he was even more terrifying.

Ning Xiusu didn't show any particular expression. "The mine, like the Three Flowers Temple, is an experimental base. Now it's appeared in the cracks again. The strangeness here is probably related to you..."

He tilted his head slightly to the right, and beneath the hollow of his hideous mask, he said perversely:

"We only act on behalf of the master of the temple. You don't need to know too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yanren next to him, whose black clothes were tinged with red, shot out a dark light from his hands.

Countless dark airs were as sharp as needles and shaped like thin willow leaves, and the temperature around them dropped sharply.

At the same time, several black shadows flashed by as fast as ghosts, and a group of Yan people suddenly attacked them.

Ning Xiusu's eyes narrowed, and his body turned quickly like flowing wind and returning snow. As he dodged, countless thin willow leaf needles flashing with dark light passed by his shoulders and waist.

It's the Flying Needle Leaf...

It turned out to be Yanren from Tianzhao Mansion.

He retreated a distance, but was still in a strange magic circle.

Purple mist and dark yellow merged into one, and it was difficult to tell where Yanren was, but a sneer could be heard:

"Tian Kuixing, it seems you are on guard. Yu Guizhi can't do anything to you, but you will definitely not gain any benefits in the formation."

"If you don't want to die in a humiliating way, be smart and hand over the Spirit Meeting Book."

This magic circle was strange. Ning Xiusu looked towards the source of the sound vigilantly, and the air around him was distorted.

Then, the Yanren in the dark blue robe made hand gestures, and instantly transformed his hands into huge devil claws, attacking him with purple air.

Ning Xiusu suddenly stood up, his clothes fluttering wildly, like a startled wild goose moving gracefully.

As he dodged several attacks from the demonic claws, he raised his hand and unleashed a blue aura. Ghostly flames leaped like celestial spirits, suddenly rising from all directions and dimming the yellow light within the magic circle.

The purple devil's claws slammed into the sparkling light, making a deafening sound.

Ning Xiusu's entire body trembled, and he felt a force returning to his body, causing his internal energy to become disordered.

It felt like my whole body was heavy, as if I was sinking into a quagmire and couldn't breathe.

This magic circle is weird... I have some internal injuries, so I shouldn't just fight it.

He almost took advantage of the momentum to retreat a few steps, made a feint to release the force, and flew towards the sky, intending to leave this strange magic circle first.

Unexpectedly, another swirling black light suddenly appeared above his head, and in an instant, the void seemed to solidify into a solid wall of gold and iron.

Countless sharp spikes suddenly appeared on the wall, and the air turned into countless extremely sharp knives.

The blade was covered with wolf fang barbs and exuded a chilling aura, like the souls of countless evil spirits, tearing through the air and leaving dark cracks.

His pupils trembled, and his body bent slightly. After raising his head to avoid the attack at an almost impossible angle, he flipped in the air and retreated several feet as if walking on the wind, as if falling from a high altitude and being forced to land on the thick snow.

When he returned to the formation, the wall of gold and iron disappeared along with the rolling knife.

Ning Xiusu steadied himself. The ice and snow in the pine forest had not melted, and the biting cold wind roared wantonly in this open space.

He looked at where his feet were. The faint yellow light on the snow was dim. Although he had landed on the ground, he was still at the center of the formation.

This magic circle is linked together, and it seems that if you leave the center position, you will be attacked.

At the same time, a group of Yan people stood on one side of the magic circle and were divided into eight strange positions according to the eight black banners in the magic circle.

There is a person standing under each black banner, reflecting the power of the magic circle.

It is the technique of the Taoist temple, the Xuanyin Jiuhua Formation.

Ning Xiusu understood. He vaguely remembered that this magic circle was also a secret of the cult.

Now with the addition of the Dragon Locking Banner, it has been improved...