"You know the formation, can you break the formation?" Ling Feiyan obviously didn't know anything about the formation, and pinned her hopes on Xiao Chuan.

"It's too late!" said Ogawa, visibly discouraged.

In general, the formations are nothing more than phantom arrays, killing arrays, protective arrays, spirit gathering arrays, teleportation arrays, and compound arrays, of course, if they are subdivided, there will be more. Now it is the phantom array that traps Xiao Chuan and the others.

The other party was obviously prepared, and the purpose was to prevent the Ling family from slipping through the net. After all, now that all the forces in Maple Town Xiuzhen have eyeliner, and there are some scattered cultivators, the other party not only wants to kill Ling Muxian, but also covers people's eyes and ears.

So there should be more than this formation, otherwise the other party would not be so blatant, I'm afraid there is also a soundproof formation, Xiao Chuan made a judgment in an instant.

A scream came from Ling Feiyan's left, and a Ling family disciple was poisoned, but he didn't even see the enemy's figure.

At this time, Ling Muxian and the others had already fought together. There are three Yuanying monks on the other side, and two are in the late Yuanying period. As for Ling Muxian and the others, only Ling Fengyan is a Yuanying monk, and he is still in the early stage of Yuanying, as for Ling Muxian and Ling Zhiren, both of them are in the Jindan stage, and they can't get into the eyes of the other party.

Therefore, when the three members of the Ling family made a move against the white-haired old man in the late Yuan Infant period, the other two were just watching the battle from the sidelines, in case the three of them took the opportunity to escape.

The top-shaped magic weapon thrown by Ling Fengyan rotated rapidly, with a buzzing sound, and it actually had the effect of disturbing people's minds, not to mention, the top-shaped magic weapon flew out of seven light blades, spinning and attacking the white-haired old man from different angles.

The white-haired old man obviously took care of his status as a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and he didn't use magic weapons to resist, but just slapped two palms with his right hand to seal the seven light blades. With one left hand, he condensed into a big hand in the air and grabbed the three silver feather arrows shot by Ling Muxian. Then he exclaimed, "Hehe, the Ling family's heirloom treasure destruction bow really lives up to its reputation, but it's a pity that it is used in the hands of a small Jindan period monk, and it can't exert much power!" In fact, he was secretly surprised in his heart, "This Destruction Bow is really a good treasure, a Jindan monk uses it, and it actually requires the old man to deal with it with all his attention, if it falls into my hands, wouldn't it..."

As for Ling Zhiren, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, he was just a small person, a little monk in the Jindan period, and he could blow him away by blowing his own breath.

Unexpectedly, things often change when people think they are in complete control.

Ling Zhiren threw himself up, and with a posture of fighting for his life, he activated two jade talismans when he was more than thirty zhang away from the white-haired old man.

Ling Zhiren didn't know how powerful the jade talisman Xiao Chuan gave him was, how dare he hide it at the moment of life and death, and he inspired two at once.

In an instant, two flame dragons more than twenty zhang long rushed towards the white-haired old man with their teeth and claws.

The white-haired old man was not flustered, withdrew his right hand and slapped it sharply, and a huge hand with a faint blue light pressed towards the two fire dragons.

The old man focused his attention on Ling Fengyan and Ling Muxian, and slapped the giant hand of the fire dragon just to block it for a moment. Unexpectedly, the two fire dragons were unabated, and one claw tore apart the cyan giant hand, and they had come to the white-haired old man, and the fierce flames, the heat wave that could incinerate iron and stone rushed to his face, and the white-haired old man's beard showed signs of scorching.

The white-haired old man's mind moved, his aura protected his body, and the heat weakened. When he was about to concentrate on dispersing the fire dragon, Ling Fengyan's magic weapon light blade arrived again.

The white-haired old man hurriedly slapped his two palms and struck the light blade away. Ling Muxian saw the opportunity to shoot three more silver feather arrows, followed by two jade talismans—Thousand Needles Ice and Rain Talisman.

The two people watching the battle next to him secretly screamed badly, and they all flew up and pounced, but it was too late, one of them knocked Ling Fengyan's top-shaped magic weapon away, and one person blocked Ling Muxian's three silver feather arrows with one palm, but there were hundreds of ice needles glowing with a faint blue light, and through the power of his palm, they shot at the aura shield of the white-haired old man.

Only a few "waves" were heard, and the white-haired old man's aura shield was broken, and hundreds of ice needles shot on his body. Fortunately, the white-haired old man had a spirit armor to protect his body, and he was only hit by the ice needle and took a few steps back.

But without the protective aura cover, the two fire dragons had already opened their huge claws to grasp the white-haired old man's body, and spewed flames from the fire dragon's mouth to envelop it.

The two who rushed to help were about to use a spell to disperse the fire dragon, and the screams of the white-haired old man were already heard from within the flames.

Ling Zhiren, a little person who was not taken seriously, took advantage of the chaos and slashed his sword towards the flame light, and the white-haired old man in the flame let out another miserable scream.

Ling Zhiren, who succeeded in the sneak attack, was rushed to help by one of them, and he flew away with a punch, and the blood in his mouth was thrown into the air, and his body fell downward.

Ling Fengyan's figure flashed in the air, catching Ling Zhiren and falling to the ground.

On the other side, the fire dragon has been extinguished. The white-haired old man showed his figure, most of his hair and beard were burned, his clothes were scorched, and there was a trace of green smoke, there were several signs of melting in the spirit armor on his body, and a sword mark on his left shoulder that was half a foot long, which was exactly what Ling Zhiren had done.

The white-haired old man originally dealt with Ling Muxian and the others, which should be said to be more than enough. He didn't even bother to use magic weapons, but he didn't expect to be careless for a while, and before he could show his skills, he was disrupted by a few jade talismans, and he was seriously injured, and he was unable to fight again. In addition, he lost face in front of his companions and disciples, and he was in a hurry and fainted. It can be seen that his person is extremely arrogant, and his psychological quality is not high.

Two of the three people who attacked the Ling family this time were from the Chaotian Sword Sect, and the white-haired old man was none other than the elder of the outer gate, called Li Aotian. The other person of the Chaotian Sword Sect was only a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, called Zhang Ding. At this time, Li Aotian had been treated by his disciples. The person in charge naturally became the first one of Liuyun Pavilion. Of course, Jia Yi is not his real name, but a number of members of Liuyun Pavilion.

A Yi is short in stature, his appearance is not good, his hair is thin, and his small eyes are sometimes stunned, sometimes shining.

As soon as Jia saw that Li Aotian was no longer in trouble, he didn't shirk, he took a few steps in the air, his whole body was as heavy as a mountain, and he slowly pressed towards Ling Muxian and Ling Fengyan.

At the same moment, three of the children of the Ling family who were guarding Ling Feiyan had already been killed. In the phantom array, you can't even touch the shadow of the enemy, and the opponent retreats with one blow, and there is no trace to be found. On several occasions, Ogawa managed to repel the sneak attackers, but he couldn't protect everyone.

Seeing that the children of the Ling family around him were either dead or injured, and he didn't study enough for the formation, Xiao Chuan couldn't help but sigh that he hated less when he used the book, and deeply hated himself for wasting time in the Ecstasy Heart Sect and wasting his time.

"Yuan Infant Cultivation, it's going to be my turn to die in a while! But what should I do, if there was a big master to save it!