Now that the big drama has begun, Xu Yao naturally has nothing else to say, a handful of autumn water in his hand, his face is so pale in the fog, there is no intention to strike first, after a while, his expression moved slightly sideways, and a fluttering fog leopard flashed, as soon as the autumn water crossed, the body of the fog leopard exploded, scattered into a cloud of mist, but the cloud and mist then surged, and two slightly smaller fog leopards appeared.

The look of surprise in Xu Yao's eyes flashed when he saw this, he originally thought it was just a simple maze, but he didn't expect that there were some quite subtle changes in it, thinking that this formation was not as simple as he thought, thinking of this, Xu Yao slightly put away a trace of his contempt.

Since Xu Yao descended to this piece of heaven and earth, he found that the martial arts between this piece of heaven and earth were extremely strong, but the rest of the immortal cultivation skills could only be described as rough, and suddenly seeing this rather subtle formation, Xu Yao couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart. Xu Yao had studied the formation path in Nancang Sect before, this mist beast condensed by clouds and mist, although its strength was low, it would basically not cause any damage to itself, but if it had to be chopped down without a head and no brain, it would only make this mist beast become more and more, except for increasing the consumption of some spiritual materials in the hand, there was no point in it.

And Xu Yao would not be naïve enough to think that the other party was just using these methods, this was just a careful test of the young monk on himself. After thinking about it for a while, Xu Yao had a plan in his heart, and with two talismans in his hand, he did not stand in place, but walked slowly to the place where he came.

Looking at Xu Yao from outside the formation, it seemed that he wanted to make a move, the sarcasm on the young monk's face flashed, and under the pinching of his hands, he had disappeared in the same place, and Xu Yao kept cutting off the fog beasts that were constantly gushing out around him, and kept moving forward, and after a while, he actually returned to the front of the Zhu Gate, Xu Yao's face was not angry, and he turned around without saying a word and began to move forward again.

Seeing Xu Yao's left branch in the formation, it seemed that he wanted to break free but couldn't, the young monk who had been hidden in the clouds and mist did not reveal a trace of breath, and even his eyes seemed to be as restrained as possible, and his hands had already been put on a pair of strange-shaped magic weapons that looked like claws and not claws, like hooks and not hooks, and the surface of the light flowed, obviously not good. And Xu Yao was still shuttling through the seemingly boundless fog, seemingly unaware of everything that was coming.

At the same time that Xu Yao's face was as usual and he cut off a fog tiger in front of him, a pair of ghost claws that seemed to penetrate from the netherworld had already cleared the clouds and mist at some point, and reached Xu Yao's back. Seeing this, Xu Yao finally frowned, and the bruises on his face flashed, this set of formations turned out to be a rare formation within a formation, the poisonous array was embedded in the trapped array, and the degree of trickiness suddenly increased several times, and the young monk who pretended to be a secret attendant before was not simple, and he did not come out to fight Xu Yao at all, but was hidden in the formation, waiting for the opportunity to move, and looked like he was proficient in this way.

Xu Yao shook his head, as if he wanted to dispel a trace of heaviness in his mind, and then his eyes narrowed, he originally wanted to save some energy, but it seemed that he had to fight quickly. It was different from what he expected, the other party didn't just seem to be able to control this formation, it seemed that there were also some means that could be used in this formation, although Xu Yao was not ignorant of the formation, but he didn't have any underestimation.

Three moments have passed in a blink of an eye, compared to the calm and freehand at the beginning, Xu Yao, who was in the formation, can only be described as embarrassed now, under his full body of color, his face has already been bruised, and he looks out of breath, and the young monk whose face is still hidden in the formation is not much better at this time, his arm below the right shoulder has long been gone, and the hideous wound is still dripping blood, which seems to tell the tragedy of the past.

Although he has overestimated Xu Yao as much as possible, the young monk never thought that it would come to this point, this set of formations is his family heirloom, it is a legacy of the previous dynasty, he has studied it since he was a child, although he is not very good at cultivating the realm, but he thinks that relying on this formation, he should rarely meet opponents in the realm of qi refining, but he just met Xu Yao, a freak, who seems to be reckless, but he seems to be aware of the real danger in the battle.

For example, at the beginning, he did not step into the place where the Zhumen secretly contained a killing move, and now although he looked embarrassed, in fact, in terms of the severity of the injury, he suffered a big loss, thinking of his sneak attack just now, when he wanted to rely on the formation atomization of his arms to get out, Xu Yao suddenly found his true body, and blatantly cut off his right arm, the young monk was afraid, thinking that Xu Yao had already seen through his own deeds, but he had not been triggered.

I'd rather suffer some minor injuries than lead myself to the bait, and under his carelessness, he really gave the other party a chance to take advantage of, thinking of this, the young monk couldn't help but feel a secret hatred in his heart, this Xu Yao was just a wine bag and rice bag before, but in just a few years, how could he become so smooth and sophisticated, it is simply incredible. Thinking of the current unfavorable situation, the young monk looked at something on his chest, and the look of struggle in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was about to make some kind of choice.

On the other side, Xu Yao, who looked a little miserable, was relieved for some reason, and refined the formation by himself, although he could not reach the level of breaking the formation in an instant, but the other party wanted to deceive himself and not understand the law, and it was naïve to rely on the formation to make some rough obstacles to sneak attack, but Xu Yao, who was quite deep in the city, did not move at first, let the other party tempt, and when the other party's mind gradually appeared a little relaxed, he would burst into trouble, but the other party naturally refused to be restrained, and in a panic, he gave up his right arm and escaped, like a poisonous snake, silently licking his wounds in the dark。

Thinking that the other party had already discovered a lot of his hands and feet, and then just now he seemed to be reckless in the formation, Xu Yao also had his own plan, and thought about it silently in his heart, after feeling that there was nothing missing, Xu Yao pinched his hands, "Qi!", after a while, Xu Yao shouted, and there was a sudden burst of earth and rocks cracking on the ground, and the sound of vines breaking the ground, and the fog that had lasted for a long time had actually dissipated in a moment.

Revealing a young monk with a face full of disbelief in the distance, and his appearance was already like a ghost, Xu Yao saw this, and there was no expression on his face, and he directly raised his sword, and in the midst of a sword roar, a bright thunder light had already flashed away, and when he looked at the field again, a good head had already risen to the sky, and there were still many unwilling remorse on his face.

Xu Yao withdrew Qiushui, tilted his head and seemed to have some doubts about the opponent's weakness, after all, judging from the fight just now, even if the opponent lost the formation and was seriously injured, it was far from being so unbearable, and he was hit by himself, but the opponent was killed, Xu Yao stepped forward, put away the opponent's talisman, and just wanted to walk away, he saw that there seemed to be a faint trace of blood in the opponent's arms, Xu Yao suddenly stopped, and under the slight pick-up of the tip of the sword, a faceless puppet whose blood light gradually faded had already arrived in Xu Yao's hands.

The blood light of this faceless puppet slowly faded, revealing its original pale bones, and its surface was vaguely shrouded in a thin layer of blood light, exuding a sense of evil, Xu Yao played with the puppet in his hand, and then looked at the body of the ghost on the ground, his face was a little abrupt, and he groaned slightly, the doll in his hand had disappeared, and the sporadic shouts of killing had gradually reached here, Xu Yao frowned, feeling that he had spent too much time here, so he didn't want to continue to delay, turned around and walked towards the red red door。