The villain has been playing badly for ten years

He swept his eyes over the area. The Xuanyin Jiuhua Formation was enormous, with eight long black banners fluttering in the wind. Hidden in the pine forest and mountain stream, it seemed to be surrounded by danger.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the runes of the magic circle under his feet flashed with a chilling light, causing the heavy mist to disperse a little.

A group of black-clothed Yan people wearing copper-headed ghost masks were standing at the strange gate positions, exuding murderous aura and looking extremely strange and bizarre.

Just as the ghost mask opposite him was empty, he heard a sentence:

"It seems that the people of Longyuan treated you well. Not only did they go against the wishes of the master of the temple, but they also took advantage of the situation and allowed you to learn the secret method in the Lingfeng Book, and you were reborn from a useless person..."

This person also has an extremely unpleasant voice and is standing in the northeast Gen earth position.

In theory, for the general Qimen position, the Shengmen is in Gen Earth.

But the airflow in the magic circle is surging abnormally, so the flaw must not be here.

He pondered, but remained calm:

"Really? The book contains only the method of Yi Jing marrow-burning. It's not even an entry-level technique, let alone a secret method."

The other party sneered and sneered in a voice as sharp as the wind and sand: "Tian Kuixing...you are blind and your heart is blind. Mo Chifei gave you the Lingfeng Book. It's really a waste of talent."

The man's robes were so black that they looked almost blue. At first glance, he looked no different from Mo Chifei, but he was utterly vicious and ruthless. Ning Xiusu could tell the difference at a glance.

He didn't care about the sarcasm and just said:

"The Flying Needle of the Dark Leaf belongs to the Tianzhao Mansion and is a secret weapon in the Armor Vault. It seems that some of you are from the Qinglian Guard."

"Hehehe... I did serve as a Qinglian Guard in Dayan, and I often saw you, Your Highness..."

Ning Xiu was stunned. He really had no impression of knowing any Yanren from the Qinglian Guard.

"Your Excellency is forgetful. Do you still remember those Qinglian Guard clerks?"

Hearing this, he looked towards the Xunfeng Gua, only to hear the man mention something that happened more than ten years ago:

"Just because your writing was unsatisfactory, you caused a disturbance in Tianzhao Mansion, angering the late emperor. Instead of punishing you, he had the Qinglian Guards beaten with sticks and their legs broken. Because of you, we all became rogue beggars and eventually died in the rotten grass shed..."

The Yanren seemed to be exchanging pleasantries at first, but the more he spoke, the more his emotions got out of control, and finally he showed a vicious aura.

Ning Xiusu raised his eyebrows. What this person was talking about was an old story from the previous dynasty when he injured the prefect when he was young and was deposed as the crown prince.

"The court is full of twists and turns, and it's inevitable that there will be connections. Are we going to settle this old matter now?"

The Yanren standing next to him smiled coldly under the black banner:

"Prince Xian, these may seem like the past to you, but to the resurrected Qinglian Guard, they are but a replay of yesterday."

The same sawing voice sounded again,

"Master Feng Heng is right. If it weren't for the grace of the Holy Temple, we would never stand before you in this lifetime!"

Ning Xiusu heard the meaning of revenge, but he didn't have time to study it in detail. In between the words, he was quickly observing the situation in the formation.

The Yan man standing on the Zhen Lei hexagram is the one called Feng Heng.

The flags here were also fluttering, and the murderous aura was restrained, seeming to be more calm than the others in the formation.

That’s right, cults have always gone against the grain, not going through the gates of life and death, but instead entering the realm of injury.

This person is located in the east direction, which is the injury gate.

Could it be a flaw...

His lips pursed slightly, then moved. "In any case, using such a large force against a blind man like me is a bit unfair."

"Hmph, Ning, since you're so afraid of death, why don't you kneel down and beg for your life, so you don't get hacked into pieces and die without a burial place!"

Ning Xiusu glanced sideways and saw that the person who was speaking was standing in the west, with his feet on the Dui Jin position.

He was wearing a black robe with a red lining that showed through, dark patterns embroidered on the sleeves, and an extremely ferocious brass ghost mask, looking like a cult figure.

Among the group of Yan people who were all filled with hatred, there was only this man in black clothes with a hint of red. He spoke unrestrainedly, his every move seemed familiar, and his tone was very much like someone else.

"It sounds like this is the guy from the dojo again?"

"Why, Ning Xiusu, you've done so many bad things, do you know they'll come after you?"

He frowned and said, "If there is a grievance to be avenged, there must be a name."

Upon hearing this, the other party gnashed his teeth:

"I am what I am now, thanks to you. The master of the temple gave me life, and I have no name, so I will take my life from you!!"

Ning Xiusu lowered his gaze slightly upon hearing this, and saw a few peacock feathers clinging to the waist of the black satin ribbon.

It seems that his mind has become much clearer. Yun Qun often uses this peacock feather to kill people invisibly. This person is destined to be alone, so who would keep this thing...

So, he glared at the other person and said sarcastically:

"So, Master Buyeo, you're not dead yet?"

The Yanren didn't answer, as if he had touched upon something in his heart. He suddenly intertwined his fingers and let out a vicious low roar:

"Mr. Ning, you should have died on Qianluo Mountain. You should have also experienced the feeling of swallowing iron balls raw!"

As he spoke, a faint yellow light began to rotate under his feet. From the banner, a huge devil's claw appeared, carrying a billowing purple and dark light. The finger blade cut through the air like a knife and grabbed him fiercely.

Although Ning Xiusu was shocked, he remained calm and tapped the air with his feet, as if he was stepping on an invisible ladder in the clouds.

Just as he dodged it and had no time to catch his breath, the air in the magic circle twisted and moved, and a devil's claw appeared, shining brightly, and its size doubled in an instant.

The dark power on it became thicker and more viscous, as if it could swallow everything.

The devil's claws were moving with a desperate momentum, mixed with dark light feathers like flying blades, bringing with them a chill as cold as a pool in the underworld, like the howling of ghosts.

Qinghui's decree flashed, and the talisman turned into a huge shield, blocking the devastating blow.

Like countless slender peacock feathers, they collided with it, creating sparks of light and sounds like breaking jade.

Ning Xiu moved with his clothes rustling, not intending to waste any more time.

In a moment, he quickly made hand gestures, and a blue light flashed across his fingertips. It seemed as if an ancient divine formation suddenly appeared behind him.

The wind and rain poured down violently, and the faint blood-red light tore through the sky with an unstoppable force, turning the gloomy sky into a sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, thick blood mist was rising all around, and blood shadows like lively murderous intentions gushed out from his body, flashing with strange light, defeating countless devil claws.

In the purple mist, this group of Yan people were like shadows, and they would turn into debris if they came into contact with them.

But in the next moment, it will reappear from the flag and rush towards you endlessly.

Only the Yanren named Feng Heng stood motionless in the fog. It was dead silent here, and the flow of breath was slightly different from that in other places.

The flag behind him was facing due east, at the injury point.

Ning Xiusu understood, it was indeed the flaw...

He was so focused on breaking the formation that he suddenly turned around and rushed towards him without any warning.

The bloody rainstorm was like a flying blade scraping against bones, whistling sharply with the strong wind. The movement that was trying to break the formation swept over with the power to crush everything.

Before he could make any move, his mask shattered in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that the crystal face had no facial features, he would have had a look of horror as he saw the ghost fire approaching the flag.

"Destroy Xumi, and activate the formation!"

Feng Heng saw this and immediately shouted a curse.

The long black banner was like an awakened ancient evil beast, with hidden arcs of electricity and turbid mist within it, emitting a strange, dim yellow light.

With a few "crackling" sounds, the eight long banners exploded, and several green chains emerged from the formation. The Flying Soul Lock snaked out like a spirit snake, and its sharp hook flashed with a cold light.

Ning Xiusu's waist suddenly bent, and he leaned to the side like a willow in the wind, and the green chain almost brushed past his clothes.

The cold aura passed through several blood-red shadows and cut countless fine cracks on the edges of their sleeves, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The magic circle was filled with thick purple mist, and a group of Yan people appeared from nowhere, led by Yun Qun, whose clothes were red and transparent. Their relentless attacks were like a torrential rain.

Ning Xiusu's heart trembled. Now that he was in danger, he couldn't lose his composure.

The dark yellow light under his feet was dazzling. When he made a hand gesture, his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

All the Yan people were startled, their eyes anxiously searching for his traces. Before they could see clearly, they saw countless swirling blood-red lights and shadows bursting out from all directions, like demonic shadows that had escaped from the underworld.

In the blink of an eye, the blood shadow pounced like a maggot on the tarsal bone, rushing towards the group of Yan people wearing ghost masks with endless gloom and terror.

Even though Yun Qun was determined to have revenge, his desire only lasted for a moment. At this moment, he had nowhere to hide and was wrapped like a cocoon.

Accompanied by several people's shrill roars, before they could even struggle, they had already shattered into crystal powder, leaving only a strong mineral smell.

Feng Heng saw that this man was like a god of death in the magnificent blood rain, and he knew that he might not be able to defend the flag.

He couldn't help but feel extremely terrified, and even his featureless crystal face revealed a hint of fear:

"No... No, with the Xuanyin Jiuhua Formation and the Dragon Locking Banner, even the Canglin people who claim to be divine veins can't resist. A half-mermaid like you can't possibly escape the suppression."

Ning Xiusu's hand gestures changed, and he suddenly appeared behind the other party.

"You're all calculating, but you don't realize that no matter how powerful this pivot formation is, it's still not as powerful as the Heavenly Star Stone."

He shouted in disbelief:

"Prince Xian, you actually have a Sky Star Stone on you! It's a rare treasure from the Desolate Sea, how did you get it?"

Ning Xiusu curled his lips: "You don't need to know."