Ling Zheng listened to Zhao Yanran's words, and then glanced at the spirit corpse of the ancient cultivator who was slowly walking towards him and Zhao Yanran, and saw the violence and killing intent in the eyes of the spirit corpse, and understood that it would definitely be a vicious battle next.

Zhao Yanran saw that there was no fear on Ling Zheng's face, and she slowly relaxed her heart. She took advantage of this opportunity and continued: "This kind of psychic corpse is much stronger than the zombies we met in the tomb of the predecessor of the Thief Pill Wind Demon before, not to mention the stronger body, and it can better maintain part of the cultivation, spells, and combat instincts before death, and because it only knows killing, it is simply a veritable killing machine." ”

"We have to be cautious about what follows. Because the power of the evil here can replenish its power continuously, we must find the right opportunity to kill it with one blow, otherwise it will be in vain. ”

Ling Zheng nodded, estimating how big the space of this cave was, and then began to dance the Xuanwen pen, and laid a formation around it that was similar to the one seen in the Xuansha Emperor's Palace at that time, which sealed the dark blue hall. It's just that because of Ling Zheng's cultivation limitations, the effect of this formation has naturally shrunk a little.

But Rao is like this, this formation still has an effect that is incomparable to that of a second-level or even third-level formation in terms of banning other things, because it can isolate all qiē, including strength, breath, and other things.

"Buzz!"

With a trembling sound, the flickering crystalline patterns that flew out from the end of Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen instantly merged into the void, and then, within the range of Ling Zheng, Zhao Yanran, and the corpse of the ancient cultivator, a formation with flashing mystical patterns suddenly appeared.

After that, after Ling Zheng swallowed a Yellow Dragon Pill, he successively arranged a series of formations that restricted action, such as the Mountain Pressing Formation, the Stagnation Formation, the Ground Trapping Formation, the Wind Prison Formation, and so on, in this formation, a total of fourteen.

Ling Zheng hadn't thought of arranging the phantom array, but he thought that the other party was just a corpse after all, and it seemed that the spiritual intelligence possessed by this ancient monk's spirit corpse was not very mature, and it didn't seem to be of much use to attack other people's minds and use it to derive an illusion array.

A total of fifteen formations of size sealed the surroundings to the point that they were no different from iron buckets. The spirit corpse of the ancient monk who was psychic again only walked for a while, and Ling Zheng was able to arrange fifteen formations in a row, and this terrifying formation speed made Zhao Yanran feel a little unbelievable again.

If Ling Zheng's cultivation is higher, when he fights against others, he may not wait for the other party to react, and he may have been trapped to death by Ling Zheng's formation. It's a scary scene to think about.

The psychic ancient cultivator corpse didn't seem to care about Ling Zheng's formation at all, and soon, he walked to a distance of less than two zhang from Ling Zheng with heavy and slow, but powerful steps. As soon as it took its first step within a distance of two zhang, Ling Zheng picked up the Xuanwen pen and rushed forward.

The spear-like Xuanwen pen brought out a dazzling crystal streamer, not to mention the speed, and the strength was also amazing.

But before Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen could touch the ancient monk's spirit corpse, the other party reached out his right hand like lightning, reached out and blocked Ling Zheng's powerful Xuanwen pen, and then let Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen pierce his palm.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, after piercing the palm of the ancient monk's spirit corpse, the Xuan Wen Pen went all the way forward, and after the Gu Monk's spirit corpse's body turned strangely, Ling Zheng felt that the true yuan and power he had poured into the Xuan Wen Pen seemed to be canceled out a large part.

It can't be said to be offset, to be exact, the force is channeled.

Without waiting for Ling Zheng to be surprised, the ancient monk's spirit corpse poked out his right hand again, ignoring the fact that there was still a Xuanwen pen in his left hand.

After he stretched out his right hand, he directly clenched his fist and smashed it into Ling Zheng's shoulder, and the wind whistle was much harsher than when Ling Zheng stabbed out the Xuanwen pen before.

This was still under the combined influence of the fifteen formations arranged by Ling Zheng, and he made such a terrifying fist.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and a dark blue streamer flew out of Zhao Yanran's hand, like the sharpest and coldest sword, stabbing into the eyes of the ancient monk's spirit corpse.

Only then did the ancient monk spirit corpse give up attacking Ling Zheng, and instead his figure flashed, standing at the very edge of this space shrouded in fifteen formations.

Luckily dodged a terrifying punch, but Ling Zheng didn't have any ease. He jumped to Zhao Yanran's side, and immediately inserted the Xuanwen pen beside him, and his hands began to form obscure, but extremely skillful handprints.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, Ling Zheng's hands were completely enveloped by the crystal streamer, and an extremely strange aura was released, which made the turquoise eyes of the ancient monk spirit corpse attached to the formation barrier more stunned.

After that, Ling Zheng let out a low snort, and with a sharp push of both hands, the symbolic white handprint phantom of the empty remnant seal appeared again, flying towards the ancient monk's spirit corpse at an extremely fast speed.

When he first met the zombie in the Tomb of the Wind Demon of the Thief Dan, Ling Zheng had seen with his own eyes the terrifying effect of his empty remnant seal on something like a zombie. Ling Zheng felt that since this ancient monk's spirit corpse also belonged to the ranks of corpses, then the empty remnant seal should be very effective.

After Ling Zheng hit the empty remnant seal, the strength in his body was suddenly consumed by ninety percent. He hurriedly took this opportunity to take out the pills in the storage ring, threw the three pills into his mouth in one go, and swallowed them without even chewing, preparing to restore the true yuan as much as possible.

Ling Zheng's white handprint phantom made by the empty remnant seal did not fly slowly, but when he was about to hit the ancient monk's spirit corpse, there was a strange smile on the ancient monk's stiff face.

When the ancient monk's spirit corpse was about to hit him in the empty remnant seal, his body disappeared directly in place, so that the empty remnant mark that was about to hit the ancient monk's spirit corpse fell into the void. The next moment, when the ancient monk's spirit corpse appeared, it was already standing in front of the formation eye in the air and threw a punch violently.

This scene made Ling Zheng frown directly.

How did this ancient monk spirit corpse suddenly know the formation he had arranged, and the location of the formation eyes that had been deliberately hidden by him?

The Formation Eye is the biggest weakness of the formation, once the formation eye is destroyed, the formation arranged by the formation mage will collapse.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the eye of a wind prison array arranged by Ling Zheng was shattered by the ancient monk's spirit corpse with a punch, and the entire formation also exploded.

In the next few breaths, this ancient monk spirit corpse threw more than a dozen punches one after another, and each punch accurately hit the eye of the formation arranged by Ling Zheng.

After the fifteen-fold formation was completely broken, when the ancient monk's spirit corpse hit the ground, Ling Zheng was surprised to find that the eyes of the spirit corpse turned from turquoise to brilliant golden yellow without knowing when.

After breaking through the fifteen-fold formation arranged by Ling Zheng, the ancient monk's spirit corpse turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Ling Zheng wanted to catch up, but the other party's speed was too fast, although he only relied on running, his speed was much faster than Ling Zheng, who had also not cultivated his body technique. Moreover, because it takes time for the Flash Array to be activated, there is no need to rely on the Flash Array alone to catch up with the ancient monk's spirit corpse.

Seeing that the ancient monk's spirit corpse was about to leave, it disappeared in front of the two of them. Zhao Yanran, who had never intervened in the battle, suddenly screamed, and immediately after, a transparent blue light shot out from her palm, with an aura that made Ling Zheng feel extremely cold, like a meteor that suddenly appeared and flashed with edge, nailed to the heart of the ancient monk's corpse that was running quickly.

"Poof!"

"Uhh

A soft sound came out, and immediately, Ling Zheng and Zhao Yanran both heard a terrible roar from the ancient monk's spirit corpse. But Rao was like this, and the ancient monk's spirit corpse still escaped.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft sound, the transparent blue light that Zhao Yanran had shot out before suddenly turned back, and with a blue streamer, it flew back into Zhao Yanran's body.

Zhao Yanran's expression suddenly became a little aggrieved, and the look in her eyes dimmed a lot. Ling Zheng saw that her body shook for a while, and seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, Ling Zheng hurriedly rushed over to support her.

After being supported, Zhao Yanran couldn't support it at all, and her delicate body fell softly in Ling Zheng's arms, panting heavily. Only then did Ling Zheng realize that Zhao Yanran's body had almost been soaked in cold sweat.

Obviously, the transparent blue light just played out was extremely expensive to Zhao Yanran.

Ling Zheng hurriedly took out the elixir from the ring and gave it to her, after that, Zhao Yanran's wrinkled forehead began to gradually stretch, she glanced at Ling Zheng, as if she wanted to reach out and touch Ling Zheng's face. But as soon as the hand was raised, it drooped.

Ling Zheng saw that Zhao Yanran fell into a coma, thinking of the previous scene and her actions, and immediately understood that Zhao Yanran probably thought that the ancient monk spirit corpse was going to kill Ling Zheng after breaking the formation, so she used that trick that seemed to be difficult for her to bear.

Ling Zheng hugged Zhao Yanran, looking at her quiet pretty face at the moment, and his mood was a little complicated for a while. But he couldn't tell where the complexity was.

At the same time, in a very ordinary cultivator's market in the western part of the Northern Regions, there was a middle-aged man dressed as a shabby and Taoist man, carrying four long swords of different styles side by side, sitting by the window of a restaurant, eating a bowl of somen noodles with relish.

The middle-aged man looks about the same age as Ning Qianhe, but the temperament of the two is completely different, Ning Qianhe is the kind of person who maintains a Confucian demeanor no matter when and where, but this middle-aged man is not trim and does not look particular at all. While the middle-aged man was eating noodles, a pair of thief-like eyes kept looking at the female monks coming and going below the restaurant, and while eating noodles, he was still muttering words such as "beautiful", "okay", "too ugly", "pretending to be high" and so on.

Soon, a bowl of somen noodles that was not worth much money was eaten by middle-aged people, and they didn't even let go of the soup. The shopkeeper of the restaurant, who was also a cultivator, saw it and cast a disdainful gaze unabashedly.

The middle-aged man met the gaze of the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and habitually wanted to reach out and touch the sword to cut this short-sighted one, but after thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and sighed, and then threw down a piece of four-grade spirit jade, ignored the surprised eyes of everyone in the restaurant, and slowly walked out of the restaurant.

"Alas, Master Dao, I'm out again. The middle-aged man walked outside the Fang City and said to himself: "That poor and sour bird scholar sealed the Taoist for three years with one sentence, so that I can only use the incarnation to teach the Taoist master." Alas, I don't know what happened to my good boy who could inherit the mantle. ”

The more the middle-aged man talked to himself, the more he felt aggrieved, and he walked out of the market with a scolding, followed by many cultivators who were interested in making money because he had just taken out the four-grade spirit jade.

After that, the middle-aged man stood on a hillside, looked at the sun that had just risen, and stretched hard. After that, with a playful gaze, the middle-aged man looked at the group of cultivators who were standing not far away, staring at him like a fat sheep.

"Alas, there are a lot of guys who don't have long eyes. ”

After that, the middle-aged man reached out and touched one of the four swords behind him, but he did not draw the sword, but the sword light flickered.

The bones of the cultivators are gone.

On this day, the long-disappeared immortal Taishou reappeared in the Northern Regions and shook the cultivation realm.

After Ning Qianhe, who had just set foot in the Northern Regions, learned of this, he turned around and walked towards the southern regions of the mainland.