Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Killing formation, killing formation, who can escape?

If he weren't the one holding the formation, he would probably have died inside too. Master, what a powerful being he is.

Under his prompting, the chess pieces gradually grew larger and larger, almost reaching half a person's height.

Jing Li stood indifferently in one corner of the chessboard.

His expression visibly turned serious.

In this era, there are actually people who can create formations. With a thought, they can manifest and form their own formations. This is something that ordinary people cannot do.

Ten thousand years ago, only extremely talented people could transform arrays for the use of others.

Dinyi, a place with a small population, is full of secrets.

She took a step back with her right leg, her upper body suddenly leaned forward, her eyes flashed with coldness, and her hands formed a beautiful hand seal.

The Buddhist robes propelled Yun Qi forward at great speed, with a blood-red butterfly above him, its antennae tightly gripping the suspended Yun Qi.

Looking at the tentacles, one can clearly see a stream of air being channeled towards Yun Qi.

When Bianling saw the Buddhist robe, his expression clearly changed.

Those are his things!

Let her use it for a bit; she won't have the chance to enjoy it later.

Die, all of you die!!!

With a livid face, Bian Ling exhausted all the spiritual energy he could muster to strengthen the killing formation.

The only way to break the formation is to avoid the damage from the pieces and find the core of the formation.

For most mystical practitioners, putting aside whether they can dodge these huge, densely packed chess pieces, the most important thing is that they don't understand what the array's core is, let alone find it.

The chess piece scurried past Jing Li.

She skillfully dodged it, but another one hurtled towards her at an even faster speed.

......

Only when all the chess pieces rushed towards Jing Li from all directions did she leap into the air and kick away the huge chess piece in front of her, her foot faintly flashing with yellow light.

"how come!!"

"This is impossible!!!"

This behavior has once again refreshed our understanding of zero identification.

How could a young girl touch a chess piece? The rule of this formation is to avoid it; touching it means death. Yet she actually kicked a chess piece.

The chess piece was thrown through the air in an arc before shattering and splashing onto the ground.

What followed was a series of commotions from the girl.

She tiptoed, quickly kicked back the chess piece that had been flying towards her, and walked onto the debris still remaining in the reception room after it had been struck by lightning.

He crossed two fingers back and forth, finally placing them in a half-kneeling position on the Xun position, tapped it, and whispered, "Break!"

Everything froze for a moment.

Like a mist, it gradually disappeared.

"How could you!"

"Why would you do that!"

With the formation broken, Bian Ling suffered a backlash, coughing up a mouthful of blood violently. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, his hair stained with sticky blood and matted together, no longer displaying his dashing appearance.

How could Master's formation be broken!

it's out of the question!

It must be a coincidence, a coincidence. It's just that I don't have enough spiritual power to support this killing formation.

She took my Buddhist robe.

That's a great idea.

They tore at his Buddhist robes from the start, trying to cut off his source of spiritual power.

Only then did he begin to properly look at the nonchalant young woman in front of him.

Jing Li didn't give him much time to be shocked.

She stepped on Bian Ling's chest, bent down, and only spoke slowly when she was at a comfortable distance: "Where did your array come from? You can't conjure an array from an object!!"

Bian Ling was completely dumbfounded; she understood!

She knew this was a formation that could be activated at any time, so everything she had just done was no coincidence; she knew how to break the formation!

This is incredible; he's been with his master since he was a child.

In my more than twenty years of life, I have never met anyone who could break my master's formation.

In his view, his master's formations were at a level that others could not access.

Few people know what a formation is.

But she not only knew about the formation, she also knew how to break it.

How did a girl who looks to be under 20 years old know how to break the formation?

A mix of emotions flashed across Bian Ling's face. He raised his head and said defiantly, "You are not worthy to know!"

"Is that so?" Jing Li pressed down harder on her feet.

"puff--"

Bian Ling spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Ugh—" he groaned as Jing Li grabbed his hair.

"Say or not?"

Jing Li's expression turned displeased, and she stomped on the ground a few more times in frustration.

Bian Ling suddenly burst into laughter, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Why should I tell you about this evil spirit? If you want me to tell you, you'll have to kill me."

That boy was also poisoned by Gu, killing him would be the same as killing him.

"Don't think you're hiding it well; you still care about him, don't you!"

Bianling struggled to raise her arm to support her body, trying to reduce the pulling sensation on her hair and alleviate the pain.

"I didn't expect you to have such backbone. It's a pity you won't have it soon."

Jing Li let go of the distinction.

He clapped his hands and then wiped the stains off his body with obvious disgust.

"Do you dare kill me?!"

Bianling is provoking again.

"You know Si Yan, right?" Jing Li stopped using force and started to build suspense. "He should be your younger brother, your biological brother!"

The moment Si Yan's name was mentioned.

Bian Ling's expression slowly faded, and her gaze towards Jing Li became complex and unpredictable. The knuckles of her fingers, gripping her chest, had turned slightly white.

He blurted out, "How did you know!"

Jing Li turned around and chuckled, "Of course I know. He's my best friend. Didn't he tell you? Maybe he's not that close to you, so he didn't tell you."

"Do you think if I approach him directly, he might tell me how to break the curse? After all, he invited me to the incense offering ceremony at Jinzhen Temple."

If it were the previous words, Bian Ling wouldn't have believed them so easily, but the last sentence completely shattered his hope. How could he let this woman, who was shrouded in evil aura, stay by his brother's side?

The incense offering ceremony is known only to the invitees and internal staff.

They don't disclose it to the public; they have their own principles and won't discuss it with others, so it's very confidential.

Since Jingli knows all this, it means that she really does know her younger brother.

"Perhaps you can tell me who gave you this formation, and I won't look for him anymore."

The girl suddenly lowered her head, her eyes filled with a strong sense of amusement.

The threat was self-evident.

She has always kept her word. If she knew the origin of this formation, perhaps she could understand the things at Jinzhen Temple.

It seems I absolutely have to visit this Jinzhen Temple.

Her second piece of information probably didn't come from an easy process.

But she absolutely had to have it.

"So what you care about most is this formation!" Bian Ling coughed up two mouthfuls of blood violently, his chest heaving rapidly as he gasped for breath.

With a pale face, he said, "That boy is still insignificant to you."

He had just realized that the girl wanted to kill him.