The Soul-Binding One in the distance sensed the presence of several Core Formation cultivators, but they vanished in an instant.
He frowned slightly and raised his hand to instruct the two Core Formation Devil Cultivator behind him, "Heh, a bunch of ants running away with their heads in their hands, daring to attempt to oppose the Demonic Palace. Go after them, don't let a single one escape."
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The two Core Formation stage Devil Cultivator respectfully responded with a "yes," and with a smirk, they chased after the direction where Bai Lan had just disappeared.
Bai Lan kept her Divine Sense focused on the outside world, paying no attention to the two escaped fish, and calmly waited in the desert.
The two Core Formation cultivators ahead flew smoothly, and even the Soul Binding Soul's own Divine Sense did not detect anything unusual ahead, so no one would suspect that someone had set up an ambush formation ahead.
After all, Fuhun was an Infant cultivator, and Core Formation cultivators would only run away when they saw him. They wouldn't dare to trip him up. Fuhun never thought about it from the beginning.
He was thinking about how much of the fortuitous opportunity he could obtain from the Corpse Refining Sect this time.
Before the calculations in their minds could stop, a surge of spiritual energy rushed in from all directions, followed by layer upon layer of magic arrays appearing beneath the feet of the Devil Cultivator.
Bound Soul's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to raise his hand to use the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator to destroy these low-level magic arrays, two powerful magic arrays suddenly rose up beneath his feet in the next instant.
Amidst the howling wind, a sea of fire rose with the wind, containing a wisp of Bai Lan Purple Firmament True Fire. The sea of fire, rising with the wind, was frighteningly bright in red and purple hues.
Wind blades and fire swords flew everywhere, with fierce winds in the air and lava on the ground. Occasionally, a few Sword Qi were mixed in. The disciples of Soul Binding Valley who were inside the formation had almost nowhere to escape or stand.
Using swords to dodge only accelerates their consumption of spiritual energy. Even if a genius cultivator who is proficient in array formations instantly breaks through the core of an array, the surrounding scene does not change at all, which is alarming.
Because there were thirty layers of fire array, and even after breaking through one layer, there were still twenty-nine layers left.
As they broke through layer by layer, the formation was destroyed, but the people were long gone.
In this moment of panic and fear, cultivators with unstable minds are most easily pulled into the Illusion Array. In an instant, several disciples who were bewildered by the illusion died under the screen full of wind and fire.
At this very moment, the Soul Binding Ancestor was also struggling within two high-level magic arrays.
A seventh-order formation corresponds to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Principle corresponds to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
The two formations were activated simultaneously, and Bai Lan outside was pouring Spirit Stone into the formation as if they were free. Hong Xiao and True Lord Xu were also replenishing the formation from a distance, leaving the Soul Binder no time to breathe.
"Could it be Han Xuqian's doing? Hmph, how cunning! Don't think that just because you spent so much effort setting up two layers of formations, you can keep me here today!" After struggling frantically for a while, the Soul-Binding Demon finally spoke in a deep voice with a livid face, but no one around answered.
Bai Lan remained silent, intently observing the situation on the field, not missing a single change, and judging the extent of damage from the speed at which the formation killed enemies.
After Soul Binding Valley cultivators present were wiped out, Bai Lan would reload her save to go back to before setting up the formation, change the formation combination, and then continue to record the damage and study the combination.
They are also studying the state of soul binding.
As expected of the Old Devil Old Devil, even when Bai Lan brought out two trump cards, he remained clear-headed and handled the situation with ease, gritting his teeth and searching for a way to break the deadlock.
Talismans Law Treasure artifacts, mechanical puppets, spirit beasts, and so on—the treasures he took out of his Storage Bag were countless.
Bound Soul was betting that Bai Lan's Spirit Stone would eventually run out, so he kept holding on. Bai Lan was also betting that Bound Soul's spiritual power would eventually be exhausted, so she hardened her heart and continued to use her spiritual power to maintain the operation of the formation.
Once we eliminate the Soul Binder, we can, in a sense, also sweep through the Soul Binding Valley.
Just then, within the formation, Fuhun suddenly gritted his teeth, took out a high-grade Spirit Stone, and intended to replenish his spiritual power. This action instantly energized Bai Lan.
" Elder Fu, scan him with your Divine Sense, then recite the lines I wrote for the 'Illusion'," Bai Lan secretly transmitted to Elder Fu.
Elder Fu chuckled and agreed to do as he was told.
It's obvious that Bai Lan is playing psychological tactics. After scanning the area with the Divine Sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Soul Binding Realm cultivator will sense the Nascent Spirit Transformation aura and will definitely start having all sorts of wild thoughts.
In such a perilous situation, if one's mind is not calm and one's breath is not steady, then death is not far away.
However, when the Nascent Soul cultivator swept over it with his Divine Sense, the Soul-Binding cultivator, who was focused on breaking the formation, trembled and his face turned several shades pale.
"What a charade! If Nascent Soul cultivator were here in person, they would have already made their move. How could I be alive now?"
"Hmph, I am indeed not here. What I am saying is merely a wisp of my spirit left here. But even so, you will remain here today." Elder Fu said in a deep voice, "How dare you harm a member of my Myriad Poisons Sect! You have no guts!"
"Ten Myriad Poisons Sect, the Ten Myriad Poisons Sect of the Far West Land? Senior, could you be the founder of the Myriad Poisons Sect, Myriad Poisons Ancestor?!" Fu Hun's expression changed, and his movements to break the formation slowed down.
"Hehehe, since you've heard of my name, I might as well leave you with a whole corpse today." Elder Fu chuckled.
He wouldn't believe it if it were just another name, but he knew that the Corpse Refining Sect originated from the Myriad Poisons Sect.
As the saying goes, the person who understands a person best is often their enemy. The Soul- Corpse Refining Old Ancestor very well, and he knows even more clearly where he came from.
I thought the corpse refiner was a defector from the sect, but I never expected that he would have a connection with the patriarch of the Myriad Poisons Sect.
If the two are indeed connected, it is highly likely that a Nascent Soul cultivator left behind a wisp of their spirit here.
He had never seen Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he knew that a Nascent Soul cultivator could kill him as easily and effortlessly as he could kill a Core Formation cultivator.
If that's the case, he's doomed today.
"Ancestor, why don't you just take action and give him a quick death?" Bai Lan said coldly, joining forces with Elder Fu.
"This person has managed to withstand the formation I set up for so long, which shows he has some skill. I will keep his physical body and refine it into Corpse Puppet."
"Your insight is profound, Ancestor."
The conversation between Bai Lan and the mysterious old man was terrifying to the ears of the Soul-Binding One.
His expression flashed, and with a determined look, he gritted his teeth and resolutely gave up on breaking the formation.
Then, a golden light flashed between his brows, and the Soul-Binding Body exploded violently. The immense power directly tore a hole in a corner of the magic array, and then a golden light shot into the sky from the explosion, disappearing in the blink of an eye before Bai Lan's eyes.
"Wait, could this be..." Bai Lan looked surprised but not flustered, because she had saved the game beforehand.
"We can't catch up. Nascent Soul Nascent Soul Cultivator are incredibly fast. Even if Nascent Soul Cultivator were to chase them, they might not be able to catch up." Elder Fu shook his head.
Bai Lan frowned. "If we make preparations in advance, are we confident we can imprison a Nascent Soul's Nascent Soul?"