"Senior Brother Zeng."
Li Xiaoyu's eyes fell on Zeng Shushu.
"Do you have any way to break this ghost formation?"
Zeng Shushu looked at the large formation and frowned.
From his arms, he took out a magic weapon that looked like a compass, but it was engraved with various Qimen Dunjia runes.
He injected Spiritual Energy into it, and the indicator on the compass began to rotate rapidly.
After a while, Zeng Shushu's face became extremely solemn.
"Senior Brother Li, I'm in trouble."
He looked at Li Xiaoyu and said in a deep voice.
"This ghost formation, named Nine Nether Soul-Locking Array, is a vicious trapping and killing formation among the ancient Ghost Path."
"This formation can not only activate the Yin Qi of the earth's veins and create endless illusions, but it can also imprison people's souls, turning them into walking zombies without knowing it."
"It is almost impossible to forcefully crack it from the outside."
"The only way is to find the nine formation eyes hidden in the formation and destroy them at the same time."
"It's just," Zeng Shushu had a troubled look on his face, "These nine formation eyes are constantly changing their positions under the cover of the formation. Finding them is as difficult as climbing to the sky."
His words made everyone's hearts sink.
If they can't break the formation, they won't be able to get close to the altar.
Without being able to get close to the altar, they can't stop Styx Sect Master's ritual.
Could it be that they really could only watch helplessly as the catastrophe befell?
At the moment when everyone feels despair.
Li Xiaoyu's face was still calm.
He looked at the huge ghost formation full of evil aura and slowly shook his head.
"Who said we were going to crack it?"
His words stunned everyone.
Not cracked?
How do they get in?
Li Xiaoyu No explanation.
He just slowly took off the ordinary-looking, gray Wine Gourd from his waist again.
Li Xiaoyu held the gourd in his palm and looked at the large formation with a sneer on his face.
"Playing formations in front of me?"
"Just do what you do best."
He murmured softly.
Immediately, Li Xiaoyu poured his Upper Purity Realm and Cultivation into the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his hand without reservation.
"Buzz."
A roar that seemed to come from ancient times resounded throughout Ancient Battlefield again.
In everyone's shocked eyes, the dusty Wine Gourd once again burst into bright golden light.
Golden light rose into the sky and dispersed Blood Moon.
The entire Ancient Battlefield, at this moment, was dyed a sacred golden color.
The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Array, which was originally ghostly and full of evil aura, seemed to have met its nemesis the moment it came into contact with this golden light.
Within the formation, there were bursts of shrill howls of ghosts and wolves.
Those illusions formed by the condensed resentment, under the illumination of this golden light, collapsed like ice and snow.
And the nine formation eyes that were constantly changing their positions, illuminated by this golden light, were nowhere to be seen and were clearly exposed in front of everyone.
"The formation eye appears!"
Zeng Shushu looked at the nine White Bone Banner that were flashing black light and shouted excitedly.
"Now!"
Li Xiaoyu gave a low drink, and the Autumn Water Sword in his hand was already unsheathed.
"Xueqi, you and I are responsible for destroying the five central formation eyes!"
"The remaining four are left to you!"
"Yes!"
Everyone responded in unison without any hesitation.
Dozens of sword lights shot up from the same spot into the sky at the same time, like arrows from a string, shooting towards the nine exposed formation eyes!
On the altar, the Styx Sect disciples who were protecting the Dharma were also shocked by this sudden turn of events.
They never imagined that the mountain-protecting formation that they were so proud of could be cracked so easily.
"Not good! Someone broke the formation!"
"Quick! Stop them!"
They exclaimed and took out their magic weapons one after another, trying to stop it.
However, it's too late.
The figures of Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi are as fast as lightning.
Their sword lights, one green and one white, criss-crossed in the air, like two scythes of death.
"Poof! Poof! Poof!"
A series of soft sounds.
The five White Bone Banner in the center were easily cut off like rotten wood under the sword light of the two men.
On the other side, Zeng Shushu, Chu Yuhong and others have also arrived.
With their combined efforts, they also destroyed the remaining four formation eyes.
"Boom!"
In an unwilling cry.
The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Array that enveloped the entire altar completely collapsed.
The formation was broken, and those Styx Sect disciples who were maintaining the formation suffered huge backlash.
They spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their bodies flew out uncontrollably, and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Blood Soul Altar was opened wide and there was no longer any protection.
"Kill!"
Li Xiaoyu didn't give them any chance to breathe.
He took the lead, turned into a stream of cyan light, and was the first to rush up to the hundred-foot-tall Blood Soul Altar.
"Revenge those innocent people!"
The people of Lu Xueqi and Dawn Squad followed closely behind, charging towards the Styx Sect disciples who were still resisting with overwhelming fury.
However, just when Li Xiaoyu was about to rush to the top of the altar to stop Styx Sect Master who was performing the ceremony.
His steps suddenly stopped.
An invisible and strange wave suddenly spread from the forming space crack.
Li Xiaoyu felt that his soul was shaken violently.
The scene in front of me began to become blurry.
The bloody altar, the fighting comrades, the ferocious demon...
Everything is fading and distorting rapidly.
In front of me is a familiar scene, full of sunshine and bamboo waves.
Morning Sun Peak.
He actually returned to Morning Sun Peak.
Li Xiaoyu saw his simple wooden house and the dusty stone table in the courtyard.
He even saw a familiar figure that made him feel heartbroken, standing pretty in the courtyard, smiling sweetly at him.
"Brother Xiaoyu, you are back."
It's Tian Ling'er.
Her voice is still clear and moving.
"Brother Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. It was all my fault in the past. I was blind and wrongly blamed you."
She walked up to him and held his hand, her eyes full of regret and love.
"Let's make up, let's start over, okay?"
Li Xiaoyu looked at her and listened to her words, feeling in a trance.
He could even smell the familiar faint fragrance coming from her body.
All this is so real.
It was so real that he almost fell into despair.
However, just when he was about to nod.
But another white figure suddenly flashed in his heart.
That figure was as cold as snow and as firm as iron.
She will fight alongside him when he is most in danger.
She will give him silent support when he is most confused.
For him, she would risk her life and her path to become the enemy of the whole world.
That figure has long been imprinted on his soul and can no longer be erased.
"No, you are not her."