Leaving the Misty Zone

Qin Fengming, standing to one side of the formation, was overjoyed when he saw the red-robed old man annihilated by the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation in the blink of an eye.

Qin Fengming was exceptionally delighted by this formation. Although he still did not fully understand the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation, he could already control most of its might with extreme ease.

With Qin Fengming's current Formation Attainment, he naturally knew that as a sect-protecting formation, the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation was far too profound to be compared with the mere formation disk in his hands.

Yet even as a simplified version of a sect-protecting formation, it certainly possessed extraordinary power. However, Qin Fengming now knew that although this formation could instantly kill a Core Formation cultivator, whether it could trap a Nascent Soul cultivator was difficult to say.

If Qin Fengming had the formation talisman for this simplified version of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation in hand, then with his current Formation Attainment, careful study would certainly allow him to more than double the formation's might.

Even so, Qin Fengming was certain that relying on this formation, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would definitely be unable to escape in a mere moment.

Drifting over to the old man's ashes, Qin Fengming swept his gaze over them and immediately discovered more than a dozen storage rings. With a wave of his hand, he drew them into his grasp.

His divine sense entered them, and after a rough scan, he tucked them away.

Although this red-robed old man had been a Peak Core Formation cultivator, there was not much inside his storage rings that interested Qin Fengming. With Qin Fengming's current wealth, ordinary items naturally could no longer catch his eye.

Looking at the two dimly glowing treasures lying on the