After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

Since you insist on dragging me into this, then this battle is unavoidable.

Since all my explanations have been useless, then... let's fight!

Ancestor Yuwen, I'll be waiting for you in Qinghai!

For Qin Chuan, Qinghai was the most advantageous battlefield.

Therefore, Qin Chuan annihilated the Western Sea Alliance clansmen of the ten major markets.

To create a battlefield in Qinghai, rather than fighting in Mohe.

"Since you, Ancestor Yuwen, have forced me to start a war, then I, Qin, will also force you to fight me here!"

Despite his raging anger, Qin Chuan remained calm.

He believed that news from this place would spread very quickly.

Then Ancestor Yuwen must know of my arrival.

Qin Chuan swung his demonic spear, which emitted a towering cloud of mist as it roared.

They headed straight for the Ninth Market District ahead with a roar.

This demonic spear has been in Qin Chuan's hands for over a year.

Although Qin Chuan has been in seclusion for more than a year, its dissipation still exists.

However, precisely because of its more than one year of seclusion, although it is fading away, it has not disappeared.

At this moment, the formation of the Ninth Market has been activated.

All the cultivators of the Western Sea Alliance within the formation were on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They didn't even know how the Western Sea Alliance had guided the situation, resulting in the presence of cultivators from outside the Western Sea Alliance in this area.

They were all inside, staring intently at Qin Chuan, their killing intent intense, and their eyes filled with greed.

There were more than 700 people in total, and at this moment, they all wanted to kill Qin Chuan.

Clearly, they did this because they were instigated by the Western Sea Alliance.

Others were motivated by the benefits they could gain from killing Qin Chuan.

Just as the demonic spear was about to strike.

An arrogant voice echoed through the market.

"Maintain the formation with all your might. Ancestor Yuwen is aware of this fellow and is on his way!"

boom! !

The words were still echoing within the formation when they were abruptly interrupted by a deafening roar.

The demonic spear touched the array, causing the entire Ninth Market to tremble violently.

At the same time, a large amount of black gas spread out.

Not only does it corrode the formation, but countless ferocious faces also tear and devour everything.

That is, within a few breaths.

The formation weakened instantly under the corrosive influence of the demonic spear.

Those faces, filled with excitement and determination, pierced through the formation in an instant and headed straight for the cultivators inside.

In an instant, the shrill screams of more than seven hundred people echoed out.

Suddenly, the formation was corroded, creating a hole.

With a bang, the demonic spear turned into a thick black mist.

A human face was faintly visible inside, the very face of the demonic thought from back then.

Driven by greed and bloodlust.

The demonic intent instantly enveloped all areas of the entire Ninth City.

The only safe place here is the one where the Golden Crow tribe members hang their banners.

Qin Chuan stood in mid-air; this was the first time he had completely annihilated a market town.

All because the monks in this market chose death.

As the black mist from the demonic spear churned violently, intense screams rang out.

A moment later, suddenly, seven or eight figures rushed out of the black mist.

But as soon as they took off, Qin Chuan coldly waved his hand, and their bodies immediately collapsed with a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Qinghai Lake roared and surged, creating huge waves that completely submerged the market town.

At the same time, the black mist contracted, carrying the Golden Crow tribe members back in an instant.

After treating the wounded members of the tribe, Qin Chuan observed that only eight of them were still alive.

The murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.

When he turned around, he led all the members of the Golden Crow tribe with him.

Riding atop the Blood Qilin's head, amidst towering waves, they headed straight for the last market town on the Qinghai Sea in the Western Regions.

Almost simultaneously with Qin Chuan's journey, at this moment, on Qinghai Lake, near the direction of Mo Tu.

A black rainbow, traveling at a speed surpassing that of a Xuanzong master, teleported out.

Within this black rainbow was a clone of the middle-aged Yuwen Ancestor, dressed in a black robe!

His face was cold and he didn't say a word, his body flickering.

In an instant, they were getting closer and closer to the Tenth Market!

"Qing'er, today, your father will avenge half of your grievances."

Before long, I will truly annihilate your enemies, reducing them to dust.

"Qing'er, in this world, no one has the right to kill you except me... only I have that right!"

Ancestor Yuwen murmured softly, a kind look appearing in his eyes.

But for some reason, this kindness had an eerie quality to it.

It's something that will send chills down your spine and make your hair stand on end...

The tenth market town was on high alert, and all its formations were activated.

It was already late at night, and the light from the array was not gentle, but dazzling.

The surrounding sea, reflected in the sunlight, was also a kaleidoscope of colors.

The formation shimmered with light, emanating a sharp aura.

Judging solely from the aura, it is clear that this formation is significantly stronger than the other nine markets.

They are not even comparable.

The formation of this tenth market looks even more powerful.

Unlike the previous formation, Qin Chuan broke through it in the blink of an eye.

Within this formation, all the cultivators were on high alert, holding their breath and remaining vigilant.

Sixteen Xuanzong cultivators sat cross-legged in this tenth market.

Among them, there are three people at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuanzong realm.

The three people sat in three different directions, sharing the backlash from the formation.

Most of the cultivators were busy maintaining the formation, and the entire market was silent.

They already knew of the destruction of the nine major markets and the massacres committed by Qin Chuan.

They knew they were about to face an extremely terrifying being.

But they were not too afraid, simply because Ancestor Yuwen was about to arrive.

They had made up their minds not to leave the formation.

They had great confidence in this formation.

I believe that as long as everyone chooses not to go out, but instead focuses on deploying the formation.

It would take Qin Chuan a long time to break through.

As long as Ancestor Yuwen arrives, everything will be fine, and the other party will surely die!

In this tenth market town, almost everyone shares this view.

Right in the center of this formation, there is a tall frame.

On this shelf hang the corpses of fifty members of the Golden Crow tribe.

No one lived, everyone died…

They had already died several days ago.

Especially noteworthy is the head hanging among the corpses, devoid of a body.

The head appeared to belong to a middle-aged man.

His face was rather long, as if he had lost his cultivation, resembling the head of an ordinary person.

At the same time, there were two huge war chariots inside this formation.

Like a crossbow, it radiated a black light and faintly exuded a sharp aura.

Within this formation, it is controlled by cultivators.

Time passes slowly.

As night falls and the sky turns pitch black, only the surrounding seawater crashes and pounds.

Suddenly, a red light appeared in the distant sky.

The appearance of this red light immediately attracted the attention of everyone inside the formation.

"coming!"

"Qin Chuan is quite bold; I didn't expect him to actually dare to come."

However… it's impossible for him to break through this formation!

When everyone looked over, many people immediately shook their heads, a cold smile appearing on their lips.

……