With the method of concealment passed down by the antelope, Han Ming's disguise can be said to be quite perfect, and the monks of the same rank can't see it at all, even if they look at it at first glance, they may not find any clues.

Disguised as a minor cultivator of the Demon Sect, Han Ming wandered around in the ranks of tens of thousands of people, looking at the giant formation that the Demon Sect cultivator had urged, with a thoughtful look on his face.

He could see that the Ascending Star Sect Protector Sect Formation was unexpectedly powerful, much stronger than the Instrument Sect Protector Sect Array he had seen, if it weren't for the strange formation of the Demon Sect against Fake, maybe it would be able to hold it for more than ten years without being breached.

If that array can be destroyed, this critical situation may be alleviated.

Han Ming did not act recklessly, but continued to wander around the periphery, and soon after, he found a dozen or so strange monks on the halfway of the original Bitter Spirit Peak of the Ascension Star Sect, without the slightest demonic aura on their bodies.

These dozen or so monks are not from the Demon Sect, but they were given a mountain peak by the Demon Sect on their own initiative, and there are not many Demon Sect monks patrolling around, it seems that this entire mountain peak is for the temporary use of these ten or so monks.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, Han Ming felt a little strange, so he paid more attention to it, and then found through the Blue Blind Heavenly Decision that these monks were all wearing the waist cards of the Nine Formation Sect.

Looking at the formation map that carried thousands of Demon Sect monks, and then at the gathering place of the Nine Formation Sect monks, Han Ming's eyes lit up slightly, he was still a little strange before, the Demon Sect was not good at the way of formation, why did he have such a powerful formation breaking formation.

"Go up and take a look, maybe there will be an accident, be smart with your hands and feet, it should be fine!" Han Ming muttered to himself, and then quietly sneaked towards the halfway point of the Bitter Spirit Peak.

There are a total of fourteen monks of the Nine Formations Sect of Bitter Spirit Peak, of which seven old men with white beards should be the leaders, all of them look like fairy wind bones, while the remaining seven are relatively young, and they should only be the old man's guards or servants.

The cultivation of the seven old men is high and low, two are at the beginning of the Dan period, five are fake Dan, and the seven guards and servants are just upside down, two are fake Dan, and five are at the beginning of the Dan period.

The seven old men were quite leisurely, some were drinking tea, some were playing chess, some were holding an ancient book and studying, and some took off their shoes and pulled the soles of their feet full of dry skin....... The other seven guards and attendants were scattered on the other side, either meditating, chatting, or watching with relish through the windowsill as the Demon Sect monks attacked the Protector Sect Array.

This situation lasted for a long time, until the old man who drank tea put down his teacup, stood up, and left the palace in a leisurely manner, and walked outside.

Not far away, a guard in the early stage of the Yudan immediately got up and followed the old man out of the door.

"What's the matter, Lao Tzu is going to release water, and by the way, what are you doing with me!" This old man in the fake Dan stage actually scolded a monk in the Dan stage.

"Sixth Elder, although the Ascension Star Sect is trapped in the Great Sect Protector Array, after all, there is a big battle not far away, and if it is not good, there will be a Star Ascension Sect monk who escapes, you are the treasure of the sect, if there is any damage, we will not be able to explain it to the Great Elder!"

"Sixth, let him follow, be safer!" said the old man on the other side of the Yudan stage in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go. The old man, known as the sixth man, nodded reluctantly, and then continued to walk outside.

When the early stage monk saw it, a trace of joy suddenly flashed on his face, and he hurriedly followed quickly, protecting the sixth elder closely.

After half a pillar of incense, the sixth old man ran back to the door of the main hall with a smile and waved inside, "Old five, old four, come here, I found an interesting thing over there, it turned out to be a chessboard, it seems to be an ancient chess game, you two must be interested!"

The two old men who played chess raised their eyebrows when they heard this, and said at the same time: "Really?"

"Naturally!" the sixth elder beckoned again, and then turned his head and walked straight outside.

The two old men, known as the fifth and fourth, looked at each other for a moment, got up and walked outside together, and there were two monks from the early stage of the Yudan who followed over, and they also had to protect the safety of the two old men.

I have been chasing the back of the sixth elder to a remote grove in Kuling Peak, the fourth elder, the fifth elder only then chased the stagnant sixth elder, and then said strangely: "Sixth, where is the chessboard?

"Guess what!" the sixth elder turned his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his face was wrinkled and trembling up and down.

"You, you, you're not the sixth. In the next moment, the four people who came out with the six elders widened their eyes at the same time, staring at the six elders, and then looked at their pierced dantian.

"I'm naturally not the sixth elder, I didn't expect the seven sons of the Nine Formation Sect to come, so I don't know if you all die here, will your sect elder be so depressed that he vomits blood!" Han Ming shook his robe lightly and pulled the four people who had no power to resist into the small forest.

After half a pillar of incense, Han Ming tidied up his sleeve robe, wiped it on his face again, turned into the appearance of the fourth child, changed his breath by the way, and continued to walk towards the way he came.

Fourteen people, seven early stage pills, seven fake pills, if you shoot at the same time, you can't guarantee that you will win them all, but if they are divided into three waves, or four waves, it is not difficult to quietly wipe out the monks of the Nine Formations Sect.

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Half an hour later, in that palace, Han Ming looked at the fourteen monks lying neatly in front of him, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Come out, you can help me torture the remaining four Seven Formations of these Nine Formation Sects separately!" Han Ming called softly.

An emerald green figure floated out of Han Ming's body, put his little hand behind him, walked around the seven old men with a smile, and nodded with a smile: "It's a trivial matter, the son is wrapped in the little maid, I like to do these things the most!"

When Ran Qixi passed by the six elders, five elders, and four elders, the three of them couldn't help but shudder a few times, subconsciously shrunk into a ball, and their whole bodies trembled, as if Ran Qixi was not a delicate beauty, but an evil ghost.

"Dream, thief, you think beautifully, this seat can't say a word!" the leading old man in the seven sons of the array scolded sharply.

"Don't talk big now, your younger brothers were also so tough before!" Ran Qixi covered his mouth and giggled, and then spat a puff of pink mist at the four old men who had never been tortured.

After two sticks of incense, Han Ming smiled at the corner of his mouth, and laid out a self-detonation formation in the main hall, and by the way, he threw the soul of the seventh son of the formation inside, and once again turned into the appearance of a demon sect monk, and secretly went away.

"The Thirty-two Forbidden Formation Diagram, the ancient diagram left by the legendary formation genius of the Sect back then, was somehow sent by the Nine Formations, and it was still used to break through the Great Formation of the Sect, which is really ridiculous, but now!" Han Ming looked at the huge formation diagram above his head that was heavily protected, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer. I want to talk about "The Second Immortal Fandao" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~