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The dragon does not fly in the sky, and does not see in the cangtian, and the panju succumbs to the deep well, which is a sign of sleep. The name "Prison Dragon Well" comes from this.

The same kind of forbidden magic circle, "Prison Dragon Well" is different from other formations - like "Fan Cage Formation" or "Tie the Heavenly Seal", only one person is required to lead, and the formation can be formed; and no matter how the form of the formation changes under the manipulation of the main formation, there is only one formation eye up and down the entire formation, and as long as the formation eye is broken, the situation of the formation will also collapse.

The difference between the "Prison Dragon Well" is that the formation of this formation requires the joint efforts of nine people to take shape, and in addition to this, a dominant person is required to direct the change of the formation. In this way, the power of the formation situation is much greater than that of ordinary confinement formations, and the number and variables of the formation eyes have also changed in the formation formed by the joint efforts of nine people, and it has become much more difficult to disintegrate the formation by relying on the traditional method of breaking the formation eye.

"It's really tricky!" was Ling Ying's first thought after seeing this formation.

Ling Ying had been sitting on the Immortal Head for so many years, in addition to his own cultivation, his knowledge had also increased a lot, and after simply scanning the circle, he had already recognized the formation that Ling Xuan Pavilion was putting on right now. Moreover, Ling Xue Pavilion's formation had obviously been improved by Xu Xingzhou - the leader Xu Xingzhou was standing in the center of the formation, and nine people were outside to form a formation, but there were not only nine people from Ling Xuan Pavilion's trip, and there were two other groups of disciples waiting outside the formation.

In this way, the error tolerance rate of Ling Xuge's formation has been greatly improved—not to mention that the formation eyes of the "Prison Dragon Well" itself are extremely numerous and unpredictable, and difficult to crack; even if Ling Ying is sure to find the location of the formation eye and hit it with one hit, as long as one formation eye collapses, another group of people will immediately fill the gap, and quickly change the formation situation, hiding the original formation eye. This can consume a person's stamina more than wheel battles, and if Ling Ying can't guarantee a quick break, then the result can only be exhausted by the "Prison Dragon Well".

Ling Ying clenched the jade flute Feixue in his hand, and a little sweat oozed from his palm. He knew that it was almost impossible to quickly crack the "Prison Dragon Well", although the cultivation of several Ling Xuan Pavilion disciples in the main formation was not as good as his own, but looking at their calm body and skillful position, they were obviously not ordinary people; moreover, the "Prison Dragon Well" formation never sought to kill or inflict damage, and in terms of attrition alone, he would definitely not be able to fight the opposite group of people with his own physical strength.

The most important thing is Xu Xingzhou, who dominates the formation......

Ling Ying suddenly let out a long roar, rose up, and the jade flute in his hand turned into a ball of bright white light, waving like a clear moonlight falling from the sky, lightly dodging the resistance of the disciples on both sides, and shooting down Xu Xingzhou on the head with a move of "raising a glass to invite the bright moon". The sound of the wind under the flying snow suddenly became heavy, and Ziyang's true qi erupted violently.

The jade flute is harder than the bamboo flute, and it is lighter than the iron flute, so it is much easier to use, and the "flying snow" in Ling Ying's hand is not an ordinary thing, but a spiritual treasure made of Kunlun Qingqi, with the addition of Ziyang True Qi, where can the idle people easily receive a blow from it.

Ling Ying knew that the "Prison Dragon Well" was very powerful, and Xu Xingzhou, as the leader of this formation, guided the changes in the entire formation, and was the most important figure. He had no way to find all the formations of the "Prison Dragon Well" for a while, and he was not sure that he would be able to defeat the enemy with one blow, and the only way at the moment was to subdue Xu Xingzhou first and stifle the change in the formation; if he could further capture him as a hostage, then there would be no problem in getting out.

Ling Ying's battle against the hundred schools of Xuanmen to win the position of immortal head in Lingyundu in the Immortal Sorrow Yuan can be said to be known to everyone in the Immortal Gate. He was able to defeat dozens of good players in a row with the strength of one person a thousand years ago, and his cultivation after a thousand years is even more immeasurable. At the moment, this trick of "raising a glass to invite the bright moon" is full of the strongest Ziyang true qi, and it seems to be light and fluttering in every move, but when it really falls, it will be a shocking blow. This has to be replaced by someone else, and nine times out of ten you have to avoid its edge, and the remaining tenth, only someone like Ye Wuxin dares to take his tricks head-on.

Ling Ying didn't have a killer in the end, but he didn't slack off in the slightest in the luck of this move. He estimated in his heart that Xu Xingzhou would inevitably dodge when facing his move, and he had already come up with several back moves in his mind, if the other party dodged or retreated, he could seize the other party's flaws and take advantage of the momentum; Xu Xingzhou only fell behind when he took the lead, and there was no chance to turn the tables later.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xingzhou showed no signs of dodging. Ling Ying was not slow to act, and in an instant, the jade flute "Flying Snow" had already fallen in front of his head. In an instant, I saw Xu Xingzhou's right foot move slightly, and he moved back half a step without a trace, and at the same time, the folding fan in his hand was folded into a short stick, which was worthy of a frame, blocking the downward pressure of the flying snow.

Only a "bang" was heard, and there was a cracking sound on the stone pavement under Xu Xingzhou's feet, and cracks appeared on the soles of his feet, spreading around.

Ling Ying did a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect Xu Xingzhou to really dare to take his move. At first, he thought that the other party was just a false shot, but in fact, he still had a back hand, and when the jade flute was on the folding fan, and the true qi drumming on the two of them collided in mid-air, he realized that the other party was really fighting with him. In this way, the situation suddenly became simpler, and none of the tricks he had in mind were used.

Although Xu Xingzhou's cultivation already has the height of the Nine Heavens, he is still a distance behind Ling Ying, and if he wants to fight for internal strength, he is definitely not Ling Ying's opponent. Therefore, it stands to reason that in the face of the latter's first blow, he should have to dodge, as if he was facing it head-on, almost no different from suicide.

But he did just that, and he took it!

The moment the jade flute and the folding fan collided, Ling Ying only felt that a force came from the opponent's blade, although it was not as strong and domineering as his own Ziyang True Qi, relatively speaking, it was much softer, but at the beginning, if there was nothing, it was long and long, like a soft cloud;

Ling Ying only felt as if his heart had missed a beat, for fear that the other party would also have some backhand, so he hurriedly retreated, his feet were lucky, and his body swung backwards.

How did he know that the long strength was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it spread up with the force when he retreated, as if he had to hit his chest before he would stop. Ling Ying couldn't help but feel angry in his heart: "This seat wants to let you go, but you come to entangle this seat instead!" He turned with his thoughts, and his right palm swept outward, and the palm force was as far as it could reach, shaking away the opponent's strength;

"Cloud Vein?!" Ling Ying spat out two words with a dark face.

Xu Xingzhou picked up the folding fan and arched his hands: "The immortal head will let it." ”

"No wonder you are so fearless, it turns out that you still have such a hand. Ling Ying said coldly, "This is a miscalculation on the part of this seat - I didn't expect that after so many years of the Taiyin Immortal Alliance falling apart, there are still people who can master the use of the 'Cloud Vein'." ”

Xu Xingzhou said: "The founding patriarch of this sect was originally a disciple of the outer branch of the Taiyin Immortal League, and he was separated when the alliance was in turmoil, and founded the current Lingxu Pavilion. At that time, the exercises about the 'cloud vein' went through several rounds, and now there are only a few fragments left, and the contemptible people only know a little bit about it, and they show off in front of the immortal head, but the connoisseur laughs shamefully. ”

Ling Ying looked at Xu Xingzhou, who was smiling in front of him, sneered a few times, and said: "The pavilion master is too modest, if your level is only called a little understanding, then it seems that there is no need to stay in this immortal head position longer, abdicate as soon as possible and let Xian!"

"Don't dare. Xu Xingzhou remained silent, just responded indifferently.

The "cloud vein" in Ling Ying and Xu Xingzhou's mouths was not some kind of true qi that had been cultivated, but an internal strength method created by Yin Rutan, the leader of the Taiyin Immortal Alliance. The operation of the "cloud vein" is also not completed by one person, but several people connect their internal forces with each other, and can flow and gather on a person's body at any time.

From this point of view, it is not so much that the "cloud vein" is a unique internal strength method, but rather that it is some kind of extremely linkage formation.

Xu Xingzhou, as the master of the Lingxu Pavilion, is not the kind of reckless man who has no brains. He knew that the "Imprisoned Dragon Well" could only trap Ling Ying for a while, and as the leader of this formation, he would inevitably be the opponent's primary target, so he placed a "chain buckle" here—first put out the "Imprisoned Dragon Well" formation, and then ran the "Cloud Vein" through the circulation of several formations, transferring the power of the formation to himself. In this way, he can not only control Ling Ying's actions, but also ensure that he will not be defeated in a short period of time, which can be described as "killing two birds with one stone".

Ling Ying knew that his situation was becoming more and more difficult - Xu Xingzhou led his troops to stop him here, but he didn't make any big moves, he just besieged him here, obviously delaying time; on the road ahead, it was estimated that the people of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference had already made arrangements, just waiting for Ye Wuxin and them to enter the trap.

Tonight's Jingshan is a murderous chessboard, and everyone here is a chess piece. And he was trapped in this place by the "Prison Dragon Well" and couldn't break through, and he relied on the "Cloud Vein" to protect his body on the other side. This game of chess has reached this point, and it is already half a dead game.

Ling Ying's personality is calmer than Lin Xiao's, but not as lively as Lin Xiao's. When he encounters something, he is quite calm, but he can't come up with any effective strategies in a short period of time, so although his face is quiet, his heart is secretly anxious.

What Ling Ying was thinking in his heart, Xu Xingzhou didn't know, at this time, in his heart, there were other plans. After the secret agents of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference ambushed in the Forbidden City investigated the purpose of Lin Xiao and his party's visit, the people in the Immortal Gate did make some arrangements on Jingshan, and the task he received from Ling Xuge was to drag Ling Ying and Ye Wuxin at the five pavilions on the ridge, put Lin Xiao in front, and hand it over to the people behind the mountain to deal with.

But the current situation is a little different from the original plan, he set up the "Prison Dragon Well" here, but he smoothly stopped Ling Ying, but let Ye Wuxin go; this is not the most deadly-the most fatal problem is: the young man that Ye Wuxin took with him in the past does not seem to be the Sword Demon Lord in Ethereal City!

In this way, the ambush behind the mountain is set up in vain. With the sword idiot Ye Wuxin's kendo skills, I am afraid that I can kill it again without a single cup of tea. And he is still trapped in another big Buddha here, once the sword idiot kills a horse pistol and attacks inside and outside with the immortal head, he and these Lingxu Pavilion disciples he brought, I am afraid that none of them will be spared!

The more Xu Xingzhou thought about it, the more panicked he became, he was still a little happy to be able to trap Ling Ying, but now he looked at Ling Ying in a daze directly in the center of the formation after making a move, but he was scared for no reason, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was delaying time, waiting for Ye Wuxin to come back and annihilate them together......

Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhou's hand holding the folding fan trembled uncontrollably. The next moment, he picked up the fan, and the fan made of fine iron was broken into a short stick, and with a move of "smiling dumbly", he poked at the "Yingxiang Point" on Ling Ying's face first.

Ling Ying didn't actually think about it that much, the reason why he stood in the center of the formation in a daze was just because he couldn't think of any strategy to deal with it for a while, and he was worried in his heart, but there was no color on his face, so he looked like he was in a daze. He didn't know that he had become a "conspirator" who delayed time in Xu Xingzhou's mind, he only saw the expression on Xu Xingzhou's face change a few times, and before he could react to what was happening, he had already picked up a folding fan and called over.

The reason why he was worried was because the people of Ling Xuge had always adopted a defensive formation, using the "Prison Dragon Well" and "Cloud Vein" to cast the entire defense line into a water, so that he could not attack and attack, and he could not retreat. At present, Xu Xingzhou, as the leader of the formation, took the lead to attack, which was equivalent to tearing a hole in the defensive line. Ling Ying couldn't wait for the people of Ling Xuge to abandon the formation and rush up, seeing Xu Xingzhou coming, he hurriedly waved the jade flute to meet the enemy, and between the three moves, he caught a flaw in the opponent's moves, followed by a series of moves, forcing Xu Xingzhou to take a few steps back.

Xu Xingzhou was able to confront Ling Ying's Purple Sun Divine Sect through the "Cloud Vein" in terms of internal strength, but he was far inferior in terms of tricks. He was forced back by Ling Ying a few moves in a row, and gradually calmed down, after thinking about it carefully, he probably realized this problem, and hurriedly transported the "cloud vein", and the feminine true qi surged like a sea of clouds, forcing Ling Ying to take a step back.

Ling Ying only felt that the true qi pushed by Xu Xingzhou was like a needle hidden in the cotton, and in the endless true qi, there seemed to be a few sharp silver needles hidden in it, and as soon as it entered the body, it was cold to the bone marrow, as if the blood in the whole body was about to freeze, and the meridians were stabbed with pain. Ling Ying was taken aback for a while, mobilizing the purple yang true qi in his whole body to run rapidly, pressing that cold energy into the dantian to eliminate it, and at the same time secretly said in his heart: "This true qi yin and cold is abnormal, it is definitely not something that can be achieved by the power of ordinary 'cloud veins', I am afraid that there is another way!"

Ling Ying was surprised in his heart, and Xu Xingzhou was even more shocked: "It's really worthy of being a generation of immortal heads, it's really amazing." My 'Yin Yun True Qi' has been practiced to the seventh level, and with the 'Cloud Vein', ordinary people only need to take a palm from me, if there is no internal strength of this sect to help it unwind, the blood all over the body will coagulate into a lump within a moment or three. He was hit by my trick, and he didn't even tremble, the exercises of the Purple Sun Divine Sect are really unique. ”

The two slapped each other and each took a step back. Xu Xingzhou only wanted to be able to restrain Ling Ying and then evacuate the scene with the men, while Ling Ying wanted to break through the encirclement and go to Ye Wuxin to rendezvous. Both of them have their own thoughts, and the runes in their hands are also rapidly condensing and forming, and it seems that they don't plan to delay, and they are ready to decide the outcome with one move.

The spiritual power of the disciples who formed the "Prison Dragon Well" surged wildly, lighting up the formation seal of the formation, while strengthening the coercion of the formation in an attempt to suppress Ling Ying's power, and on the other hand, gathering the true qi on the body of their own pavilion master through the "cloud vein", urging Xu Xingzhou's "Yin Cloud True Qi" to run rapidly.

Xu Xingzhou sealed in front of him with one hand, and the "Yin Yun True Qi" was driven by the power of the "Cloud Vein" in the palm of his hand like a snake letter;

Both sides stood in place, motionless, only the true qi of their whole bodies was constantly stirring, and the air around them seemed to be frozen for a few points because of this.

At the moment when both of them were about to make a move, a silver light suddenly came into everyone's eyes, piercing the stagnant air around them. The next moment, Xu Xingzhou's strength was discharged, and he took two steps back with a dead face, and the talisman in his hand unconsciously loosened.

I saw that after the silver light flashed, a long sword hung in front of Xu Xingzhou, and the tip of the sword was no more than an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

"Huang ...... Huang Quan?!" Xu Xingzhou spit out two words in a dejected manner.

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wuxin emerged from the shadows, and his pretty face was clouded: "Do you want to live?" or do you want to die!"

【To be continued】