Fusion of Immortal Mansion Formations

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Song Qingyuan, seated cross-legged atop the altar, swayed violently and nearly fell straight off!

"You... what did you do..." Song Qingyuan asked in horror.

Lin Chuan did not answer Song Qingyuan. His own condition was not good either. The Immortal Mansion's formation was terrifying beyond measure; even just a corner of its formation core was enough to deliver a powerful blow to Lin Chuan's consciousness. If he had not cultivated the Maha Sutra, one of the three primordial scriptures, any other cultivator would likely have been turned into an idiot by such an impact.

Dense blood threads spread like a fishing net, blanketing the entire Immortal Mansion. At this moment, Lin Chuan seemed to be overlooking the whole Immortal Mansion from another perspective.

Ninety-nine percent of these blood threads emitted a pure light-attribute aura, belonging to Song Qingyuan. Yet in one corner, the blood threads were connected to Lin Chuan by bloodline. They contained a purplish-golden hue, with seven-colored radiance rippling around them. Those belonged to Lin Chuan himself.

Compared to the Immortal Mansion formation controlled by Song Qingyuan, the tiny portion of the formation Lin Chuan had forcibly seized seemed utterly insignificant and fragile.

"You... you actually dared to lay hands on my Immortal Mansion... You must die!" Song Qingyuan had also realized what was happening. His face twisted with madness, and he was nearly hysterical!

He had long regarded this Immortal Mansion as his own. Even though there was still a small part of the formation he had not fused with, that was only a matter of time. Yet Lin Chuan's sudden interference had forcibly interrupted the fusion. At this moment, the Immortal Mansion's formation had been completely torn into two parts—most of it under Song Qingyuan's control, with only a