Chapter 119: Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire Formation (1)

Forty Foundation Establishment cultivators controlled magic treasures to attack the Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire Grand Formation, the momentum astonishingly large, half of Cloud Net Mountain was illuminated.

Fire bird, water dragon! Black giant python, blade light and sword aura several zhang long repeatedly smashed down.

A black four-legged great cauldron suddenly overturned, a stream of black-blue icy flow directly froze a formation light wall a hundred zhang square.

A tiny flying needle repeatedly pierced the formation light wall at extreme speed.

Wang Ping stood inside, dazzled by the sight; the scene before him bore the flavor of an immortal battle.

Tie Lanshan looked at the trembling formation light wall, his face solemn, and said: "An hour will soon pass; afterward the formation light wall will feign weakness, then shatter completely—everyone get ready!"

"Hehe! I've long been prepared; the spiritual energy of Cloud Net Mountain is so rich, it truly is a blessed place for cultivation. Such a fine spot—if others occupied it, I'd be heartbroken!" Wang Ye laughed hehe.

"From now on it's real confrontation; even with formation aid we mustn't be careless—the world of cultivation has plenty of cultivators with strange tactics; we must watch out, lest we capsize in a gutter!" Zhang Zuo reminded.

Wang Ping nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, your words are mature and prudent."

As they spoke, the second-tier Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire Formation boomed, then creaked, on the verge of shattering.

"Hahaha! This bird formation is truly fragile! Everyone fall back; let me deliver the final blow!" A mighty roar echoed around.

All the cultivators stared; in view was an eight-foot-tall man wielding a red iron staff about a zhang long, approaching with fierce vigor.

"Ha!"

The man said nothing more; with a great shout, a surge of scorching blood qi spread, his muscles bulged, his physique instantly swelling several times over; he swept the red iron staff sideways, its force great, its speed swift—one swing sent a red fan-shaped blade of light clearing all obstacles before the staff, heavily striking the formation light wall.

Crack!

A faint sound rang out, then a series of cracks echoed one after another; after only three breaths, the formation light wall boomed and vanished outright.

The summit of Cloud Net Mountain was laid bare before all the cultivators' eyes.

Gazing at the summit of Cloud Net Mountain, shrouded in silver moonlight and gathering copious spiritual mist, all the cultivators' faces showed greed.

Who wouldn't want to possess such a spiritual land?

"Hahaha!"

The eight-foot-tall man laughed loudly and shot straight toward the summit of Cloud Net Mountain!

His entire body flowed with robust qi and blood; at the very least he was a mid-second-stage body cultivator, equivalent to mid-Foundation Establishment.

The man gazed coldly at Wang Ping and his six companions, eyes flashing with malice, and barked rudely:

"You lot, hurry up and scram—just a bunch of early Foundation Establishment cultivators daring to claim a spiritual land? Do you wish to die so slowly?"

Wang Ping and his companions remained silent, watching him arrogantly fly into the area shrouded by the Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire Formation; in their hearts they all passed a death sentence on him.

"Still not leaving!"

Seeing Wang Ping's group unmoved, the man's eyes flashed with menace; his red iron staff was already swung down from above.

Wang Ping's eyes turned cold; he stepped forward, extended his right hand, and a blue light circle appeared beneath his palm, nine sword lights merging, sixty percent spiritual power and twenty percent divine sense also merging therein.

Wang Ping also wanted to know just how strong that blue light circle was!

Hum!

The blue light circle moved so fast that even the divine sense of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't catch it; that red long staff was a rare six-pattern magic treasure, wielded by a second-stage body cultivator, fully exhibiting its mighty and heavy nature.

The blue light circle was only six cun in size; colliding with it head-on was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

But what shocked all cultivators was that the blue light circle merely flashed a blue gleam and vanished; the next moment, that six-pattern red long staff snapped silently into two pieces.

Immediately after, the eight-foot-tall man let out a miserable cry and fell straight from the sky; the Foundation Establishment cultivators entering saw this, all stopped in their tracks, staring in astonishment at Lan Ming standing on the peak.

Even Tie Lanshan and his companions wore looks of astonishment—this power is too strong, right?

A second-stage body cultivator was slain with a single strike!

Wang Ping's exterior remained calm, but inside he was greatly astonished; the light circle formed by the fusion of nine sword lights, after merging with divine sense and spiritual power, had a power surprisingly great.

However, while this method yields great power, its consumption is astonishingly large.

The blue light circle fused with twenty percent divine sense and sixty percent spiritual power can barely be used three more times!

Such power could likely slay even late Foundation Establishment cultivators!

This also made him eagerly anticipate the moment when the Vajra Pestle would be refined into his natal magic treasure!

"Fellow Daoist Lan Ning, Fellow Daoist Lan Ming! You six cannot swallow all of Cloud Net Mountain; you only hold six of its ten core peaks—why not cede four to my five of us, so we can jointly resist external foes? What do you think?!"

Seeing Wang Ping's ferocity, a Foundation Establishment cultivator changed his mind, wanting to join Wang Ping's team to resist the other Foundation Establishment cultivators present.

Upon hearing this, many Foundation Establishment cultivators spoke up.

"Formation Master Lan Ning, we eight are willing to jointly resist the cultivators present, as long as you are willing to yield the five left mountain peaks!"

"Alchemy Master Zhang Zuo! We four have some acquaintance with you; we only number four, we need not ask you to yield another mountain peak—if you agree, we four will surely join your six in resisting external enemies!"

Tie Lanshan and his companions exchanged glances, involuntarily turning their gazes to Wang Ping; this change was provoked by Wang Ping, as the cultivators present obviously feared his blue light circle, prompting them to volunteer to join his side.

Hum!

The blue light circle reappeared, silently hovering above Wang Ping's head.

All Foundation Establishment cultivators were shocked, and some even stealthily retreated.

Wang Ping lightly shook his head; these cultivators are not a competent lot—letting them join us against external foes makes him uneasy, especially since they also possess a three-level Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire True, rendering any supposed alliance unnecessary!

Moreover, although there are many peaks, the spiritual energy is limited; even if the six of them split it, it's unclear whether it would suffice, and adding four more would simply be delusional!

Seeing Wang Ping shake his head, all the cultivators' faces darkened, and some even threatened:

"Fellow Daoist Lan, you'd better think clearly—your six cannot possibly withstand the over two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators present!"

Among the six Foundation Establishment cultivators brought by the Sima Clan, the one who had clashed with Wang Ye snorted coldly and said: "Just relying on you six, with no background or backing, you dare to covet Cloud Net Mountain's spiritual land? You're utterly clueless!"

"Hmph! Don't be afraid—such an attack he absolutely cannot unleash three times; with so many of us casting spells together, we can blast him to fragments!"

Hearing this, the eyes of all Foundation Establishment cultivators lit up; yeah! Even if you're strong, how could one person possibly oppose over two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators? Obviously impossible!

Wang Ping paid no heed to this, but turned his head to Tie Lanshan and said:

"Over two hundred people—is that enough?!"

Tie Lanshan's mouth curled into a smile as he said, "Almost enough!"

After saying that, Wang Ping and the six others suddenly flew up into the sky, each crushing a piece of jade stone.

Boom—!

A thunderclap suddenly sounded above Cloud Net Mountain, and immediately the earth shuddered.

Then, the eight peaks of Cloud Net Mountain were suddenly shrouded in a great white mist, and all Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly discovered that the many cultivators around them had vanished.

Boom—!

The thunder grew louder and louder, and all Foundation Establishment cultivators instinctively looked up toward the sky.

"That's heavenly thunder!"

Some cultivators recognized what was above, screaming as they fell toward the ground.

"Damn it! The Three-Tier Grand Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire Formation, we've been tricked!" the Refining Soul Hall cultivators said through gritted teeth.

"We must get out quickly; if the formation fully activates, even Golden Core cultivators will fare poorly!" Sima Wuming also recognized the formation and immediately spoke up.

"Well said! Everyone, hear the order: concentrate all power and blast at one point to break the formation!"

The Refining Soul Hall cultivators spoke loudly.

"Heh heh! I'm afraid you don't have a chance!"

Wang Ping's voice suddenly came from afar, and as the sound rang out, an azure sword light whistled out of the mist.