Chapter 216 Yang Mingmu (Subscribe, Collect)

"Everyone, the Yang family's sacred mountain is within reach. We only need to destroy the formation, and the spiritual objects of the Yang family will be distributed according to their performance in the battle." A big reward will bring brave men, and Yan Jianhong naturally understands the truth.

The nine foundation-building cultivators came across hundreds of thousands of miles. In addition to the call from the Beast Taming Sect, they also had a great motivation to seize a sum of cultivation resources.

The Yang family is indeed a tough nut to crack, but as long as the tortoise shell of the first layer of the formation is broken, it is not a luxury to seize a precious cultivation resource from it.

"According to the plan, prepare to take action, everyone, use thunderbolt means, don't hold back." Yan Jianhong is also quite decisive.

The nine cultivators in a row have serious faces. For them, they can only make the best of it and use their own proud means to launch the most fierce attack.

"It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Fellow Taoists, if our Yang family doesn't welcome you, wouldn't it be a loss of face?" A gentle voice appeared, and white auras rose up around the nine people.

"The Yang family has been prepared for a long time. Fellow Taoists, be careful and take action immediately." Before the words fell, a roar came, and it was obvious that the two sides had started fighting.

From the current situation, the Yang family has obviously been prepared for a long time, and even the scope of the family protection formation has been quietly expanded.

Yan Jianhong and his party have rashly entered the formation. Before the battle really started, they have been under the influence of the illusion formation and fought on their own.

This situation is obviously very unfavorable for them. After all, in a single fight, no one can compete with Yang Mingmu head-on.

As time passes and the cultivators suffer heavy injuries or even death, this situation will become more and more serious. The most important thing now is to break through quickly and regroup, and completely suppress the foundation-building cultivators of the Yang family with sufficient numerical advantages.

"Swoosh" With the flash of a sword light, a flying sword with a length of about a foot and carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes appeared silently behind him.

For a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, this is already a very dangerous situation. A sword light shot out from the flying sword and directly cut through his outer clothes on his abdomen.

Sun Mingsheng subconsciously moved his body to the side, and at the critical moment, he gained a little buffer time, leaving only a shallow wound.

A big knife with blades on both sides appeared across the sky and chopped fiercely on the flying sword with carved dragons and painted with phoenixes. Unfortunately, there was no direct contact. Under the cover of a white breath, the figure of the flying sword had completely disappeared, and the double-edged big knife could only chop on the rising white breath.

This feeling is like a punch on a cotton ball that has been charged for a long time, which makes people feel weak and powerless.

"Since it is a large formation blocking, in the absence of special means, we can only break the formation with force. How much force can a temporary extended formation withstand?" Soon a thought rose in his mind.

This is also a helpless choice and common sense for most cultivators in the cultivation world. After all, there are very few cultivators who specialize in studying formations, and various tools used to break formations are extremely expensive. The only choice is to break the formation with force.

With a second-level low-grade double-edged sword hovering around him, he was in a state of being ready to attack at any time and was on full alert. Twelve fire beads were ejected.

This time, the attack method of the fire beads was completely different from before. Under the condensation of mana, it was almost condensed into a giant fire bead the size of a human head and hit a white giant wall not far away.

In addition to brute force, the fire beads also had a stream of hot fire attribute mana attacks. If it was a second-level high-grade formation, it could certainly withstand it, but this formation was originally a temporary extension.

After barely blocking this attack, the wall of white mist around Sun Mingsheng had cracks that seemed to be there and not there. It seemed that as long as he attacked again on this basis, he could break it in one go and join other cultivators.

"Be careful, mobilize the formation to make up for the defects of the formation and prevent the cultivators from joining and escaping." An angry voice flashed by, as if it had never appeared before.

The reason why Sun Mingsheng could use the Fire Flame Pearl to hit the formation and cause cracks in one go was, on the one hand, due to his own strength, and on the other hand, the fierce battle between the two late-stage foundation-building cultivators occupied the main power of the formation.

This attack completely exposed his strength. Before he could make further efforts, a strong white aura appeared again, constantly strengthening the strength of the surrounding formation.

Another knife and a sword attacked again, slashing fiercely from two completely different positions in front and behind him. The knife and sword auras were approaching him, wishing to kill him in one fell swoop and completely eliminate the threat.

Borrowing the power of the formation, each attack came quite suddenly. Fortunately, Sun Mingsheng had been sufficiently alert after the last sword energy, otherwise he would have suffered a great loss.

"Yang Mingmu, why don't you dare to come out and fight? You only know how to manipulate the formation and fight with spirit insects. You really can't be called a hero." In the center of the formation, Yan Jianhong, a seventh-level foundation cultivator, was covered with bloody wounds.

Opposite him were a group of finger-length spirit insects and butterflies and more than a dozen palm-sized flying knives, which appeared and disappeared from different positions under the cover of the formation, and were the culprits for the large and small wounds on his body.

"I am famous for my illusions, so I naturally need to use illusions to fight the enemy. If you have the ability, just break the formation." Yang Mingmu's voice floated around, as if it was omnipresent and changing positions all the time, and it was impossible to lock it by sound.

"Hmph" Yan Jianhong saw that his goal had not been achieved, so he didn't continue to dawdle. He opened his mouth and spit out a black bead that didn't seem to be too special on the surface. It was the directional bead awarded by the Beast Taming Sect to deal with illusions and formations.

This is a very special spiritual weapon, which was jointly refined by the formation master and the weapon refiner. It can determine a fixed direction in the formation, which can be regarded as another form of compass.

"Stop" Yan Jianhong's cultivation is certainly inferior to Yang Mingmu, but he is also a genuine seventh-level foundation-building cultivator. If he wants to leave, others will naturally be difficult to stop.

The directional bead continued to spin wildly in the formation with the support of magic power, and a strange breath was ejected. Then it seemed to have determined the direction, and it rushed forward with a "whoosh".

The surrounding white breath kept hovering around Yan Jianhong, but it never played the role it should have. Under the traction of the directional bead, it quickly moved to the periphery of the formation.

"Since Fellow Daoist Yan is here, why are you in a hurry to leave?" Seeing this scene, Yang Mingmu naturally couldn't feel at ease to continue hiding in the formation and attacking from a distance.