Chapter 191: Setting Up the Formation

Open? Not open?

Finally, the desire for adventure overcame fear.

He carefully lit the runes and tremblingly pushed open the stone door.

Behind the door stood a group of girls with flower-like faces and moon-like beauty.

These girls had pallid faces, hollow eyes, and expressionless faces.

"Hi!"

Zhang Xingyu waved at them.

The girls did not respond.

Their eyes began to turn red.

"Ladies, hello!"

The girls still did not respond.

Thick black mist rose from their bodies.

Damn it!

These beauties are strange.

It looks like they've mostly been demonized.

The girls floated toward Zhang Xingyu.

They had no weapons. Their glossy black hair and slender, fair fingers were their best weapons.

Zhang Xingyu fled in defeat.

He could not bring himself to attack women, especially beautiful women.

Zhang Xingyu ran ahead, with the girls chasing behind.

Without realizing it, Zhang Xingyu had already passed through the hall behind the door and entered a deep corridor.

The corridor wound and twisted, dimly lit, silent and empty.

Stepping to the sound of thudding footsteps and hearing the thumping of his heartbeat, Zhang Xingyu gripped the flying sword in his hand.

He walked forward cautiously for about a hundred meters, when a stone door appeared before him.

The stone door was half-open.

From beyond the door came intermittent clanking of metal.

Upon entering the stone door, he saw a spacious hall inside.

In the center of the hall stood a high altar.

Above the altar rested a bronze coffin.

The coffin lay open, exuding thick demonic energy.

The demonic energy shot up to the heavens.

Presumably, whatever lay inside this coffin was the source of the demonic energy spreading over the Pearl Sea.

Around the altar stood eight tall stone pillars, each carved with mysterious runes.

These pillars looked somewhat familiar, and the runes did as well.

Eh, aren't these pillars the Eight Wastes Demon-Suppressing Pillars?

Back in the God-Fallen Land, I had relied on the Eight Wastes Demon-Suppressing Pillars behind me to turn the white-clad man who tried to kill me into a stone statue.

At this moment, the runes on the Eight Wastes Demon-Suppressing Pillars flickered continuously. The pillars emitted eight beams of dazzling golden light, intertwining and shining upon the bronze coffin's surface.

Below the altar, two groups were locked in fierce combat.

One side consisted entirely of women wearing the water-drop Dao robes of the DanTai Immortal Sect. Their leader, a beautiful and charming woman, was none other than Liu Yueqiao, the sect master of the DanTai Immortal Palace.

The other side consisted entirely of men wearing ferocious demon masks. Their leader, a gaunt man with icy eyes, resembled Lu Xiaofeng's father, Lu Changfeng.

The women's side blocked the altar entrance, desperately trying to stop the men's assault.

The men's side showed no mercy, desperately attacking the altar.

The situation was highly unfavorable for the women.

Besides fending off the enemy's attacks, they also had to guard against the enemy destroying the altar and the Eight Wastes Demon-Suppressing Pillars.

Zhang Xingyu sneaked into the stone door.

He originally did not want to get involved in this mess.

Who would have thought, at the end of the corridor, footsteps came rushing.

I don't know which guy, but someone is hurrying over here.

Zhang Xingyu slipped into a dark corner like a black cat, hoping to hide himself.

Eh, what did I touch!

It was soft and supple, with a hint of warmth.

Zhang Xingyu widened his eyes in alarm and quickly pulled his hand back.

At some point, a woman stood in that dark corner.

The woman had a lovely appearance and vacant eyes—she was none other than Lu Xiaofeng, who looked exactly like Bai Yujing.

Feeling guilty, Zhang Xingyu waved his hand at her, signaling her not to shout.

If people thought him a hooligan, that would not be good.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng neither shouted nor retaliated.

She seemed devoid of consciousness, merely standing there silently.

Zhang Xingyu gave an embarrassed smile to Lu Xiaofeng, then rested in the corner.

At the doorway, someone walked in lightly.

The newcomer wore a black Daoist robe, wore an evil ghost mask on his face, and held a gleaming long sword.

He touched the mask on his face with his hand, then let out a soft sigh.

Looking at his expression, he seemed somewhat nervous, somewhat helpless, and somewhat unwilling.

This person's eyes seemed familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere before.

"Since you're here, why not come over quickly to help!"

Before the altar, Lu Changfeng saw the newcomer and shouted loudly at him.

The black-clad person nodded, raised his sword, and joined the battle.

The situation became even more unfavorable for the Dan Tai Immortal Sect side.

Soon after, Lu Changfeng seized the moment and slashed his sword at one of the Eight Wastes Demon-Suppressing Pillars.

Crack!

The pillar was covered in cracks.

Not good!

If the Demon-Suppressing Divine Pillar shatters, the protection of thousands of years will be destroyed in an instant.

Liu Yueqiao shouted at the several women behind her: "Form the Dan Tai Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation!"

Behind her, the other elders of the Dan Tai Immortal Sect showed hesitant expressions.

The Dan Tai Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation, it is said, was created by the founder of the Dan Tai Immortal Sect, Dan Tai Xianzi, and it can merge the magical power of everyone in the formation into one.

This formation is usually composed of eight disciples, with one person as the formation eye, who receives the magical power of all the others and is responsible for external attacks.

Although this formation's attack power is great, it inflicts heavy damage to the Dao foundation of the person serving as the formation eye.

After using this formation, the cultivation realm of the person serving as the formation eye usually cannot advance any further.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, the Dan Tai Immortal Sect will not lightly use this formation.

But now the time has come when it is absolutely necessary.

"Set up the formation!"

Liu Yueqiao took her place at the formation eye.

The other elders exchanged glances, then each took their positions and stood firm.

The Dan Tai Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation was thus completed.

Liu Yueqiao exhaled gently.

She drew another flying sword from her waist.

This flying sword is named "Magpie"; it was once the personal sidearm of the founder Dan Tai Xianzi, and it is also the token of succession for the sect leaders of the Dan Tai Immortal Sect through the ages.

The sword Magpie was forged from extraterrestrial refined gold and has been nurtured by successive sect leaders; it is now a flying sword that is virtually a spiritual artifact.

Although the Dan Tai Immortal Sect also possesses another spiritual-artifact flying sword, whenever the Dan Tai Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation is formed, it is always this sword that is used.

Within this sword is condensed the steadfast will of successive Dan Tai Immortal Sect sect leaders to suppress demons and defend the Dao.

Thus, "Magpie" is both a sword of peace and a sword of slaughter.

At this very moment, the blade of Magpie emitted a blinding sword light.

Wherever the sword light passed, all flying swords, Dharma treasures, and enemies were reduced to flying ashes and annihilated.

Opposite Liu Yueqiao, Lu Changfeng spat out a mouthful of blood while looking up to the heavens.

Before him, his personal flying sword had snapped clean off at the hilt.

This flying sword was one he had cultivated together with his life, their spirits intertwined.

The flying sword had accompanied him for over a thousand years; his primordial spirit and essence-energy had long since merged into the sword.

The breaking of the flying sword caused him to suffer an unprecedented severe injury.

As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, such a severe injury was something he had never encountered before.

"You lowly servant, I will have you die!"

Lu Changfeng waved the sword hilt and cursed at Liu Yueqiao.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Liu Yueqiao's mouth.

That sword strike just now also inflicted great harm on her.

But no matter how great the injury, we cannot let a single one of those enemies escape.

Liu Yueqiao's eyes flashed with resolute determination.

She shouted to the elders beside her: "Again!"

Lu Changfeng's cultivation is profound.

But facing such a sword, he dare not meet it head-on.

Lu Changfeng tapped his toe and lightly dodged aside.

Behind him, less than half of his masked companions remained.

"Damn it!"

Lu Changfeng cursed silently.

"Again!"

Liu Yueqiao spat out a mouthful of blood and loudly shouted to her companions.

"Sect Leader, no. If you continue, you will die." an elder shouted loudly.

"Again!"

Liu Yueqiao's expression was firm, her tone unquestionable.

The elders, tears in their eyes, stirred their magical power.

Just then, Lu Changfeng opposite suddenly shouted loudly.

If we don't strike now, when will we wait!

Black Wind, attack!