Chapter 706: Outbreak
Ming Rong didn't even look at Ye Chunyang and the handsome young man who both "fainted". He suddenly retracted his magic formula, and dozens of formation flags in the room immediately rose up in the wind, turning into bright beams of light that disappeared into the formation plate, and the surrounding void ripples soon calmed down.
"The Lingxu formation has finally been refined!" Ming Rong laughed, looking very proud.
But suddenly he felt something, and his smile faded and he said to a dark place in the house: "Come out!"
A cold breath filled the air, and a black shadow flashed from the corner. It was the man in black who appeared in this attic three days ago.
Ye Chunyang, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, was startled. He didn't expect that there was still someone hiding here.
And judging from the other party's breath, he was also a master of the late stage of magic power. He didn't notice it before. It seems that the other party has practiced some mysterious Qi-collecting skills like him.
Ye Chunyang was gloomy in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface, and he still looked unconscious.
While he was secretly sensing, the black-clothed man was also looking at him and the handsome young man. After a while, he turned to Ming Rong and smiled, "Congratulations to Brother Ming for the success of the Lingxu Formation. All these years of effort have finally paid off."
"It is not just my credit to be able to refine the Lingxu Formation. Brother Lu has also made a lot of efforts. Moreover, this formation comes from Brother Dao. Now that the formation is complete, I will naturally do what I promised you. When the mysterious cold air in the Arctic Ice Pool takes shape, I will find a way to take Brother Dao in together." Ming Rong said with a grin.
The black-clothed man did not move on the surface, but his eyes could not hide his joy.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Ye Chunyang's heart moved. It turned out that the Lingxu Formation was made by this black-clothed monk, and it seemed that they had reached some kind of deal. If I guessed correctly, this black-clothed man also came for the mysterious cold air of the Arctic Ice Pool.
What surprised Ye Chunyang was that this person had been hiding in Feixianmen for many years without being discovered, which shows that this person is not an ordinary person.
However, despite his doubts, Ye Chunyang could not hold back and continued to pretend to faint in order to get more information.
"Now that the Lingxu formation has been refined, I wonder how Fellow Daoist Ming plans to deal with these two people?" At this time, the man in black looked at Ye Chunyang and the others again.
Ming Rong frowned and stared at the two of them in silence.
"I think there are some things that Fellow Daoist Ming can think of without my reminder. Although the Lingxu formation has been completed, it must be activated by blood sacrifice every time to attract the power of the void. It is regarded as an evil formation by righteous people. Feixianmen is a famous and upright sect. If they knew that Fellow Daoist had this formation, I wonder what the consequences would be?" The man in black said with a smile.
Ming Rong's face changed slightly when he heard this, and his eyes turned cold as he looked at Ye Chunyang and the handsome boy.
After a moment, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he said with a grim smile: "Of course, there is no need for Brother Lu to remind me of this. With the secrets of the Lingxu Formation, do you think I will keep them? From the moment they stepped into my attic, they were already dead."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Ye Chunyang sneered in his heart. Sure enough, Mingrong had already planned to harm him.
While speaking, Mingrong walked towards the two, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually revealed.
From the beginning, he had no intention of leaving Ye Chunyang alive.
"Wait a minute."
At this moment, the man in black suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.
Ming Rong looked puzzled, but heard the black-clothed man speak calmly: "Friend Ming Dao just refined the Lingxu Formation and consumed a lot of mana. You need to meditate and recover as soon as possible. Leave these two people to me, and I will handle them for you."
Ming Rong was slightly surprised, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said, "That's good. I'll trouble Brother Lu."
"Friend Ming Dao, you are too polite. You and I are in the same boat. We should help each other now. I will wait for a while until you can fulfill your promise to let me enjoy the mysterious cold air inherited from your sect for thousands of years." The black-clothed man laughed softly.
Ming Rong laughed loudly when he heard this and said, "Brother Lu, don't worry. This Lingxu Formation is what I have dreamed of. Brother Lu helped me realize my wish. How can I be an ungrateful person?"
"In that case, I would like to thank you first." The black-clothed man did not notice that there seemed to be some strange color flashing in Ming Rong's eyes. After hearing this, he laughed with great satisfaction.
As he spoke, he strode towards Ye Chunyang and the handsome young man.
The man in black said nothing, and when he got close, he slapped the young man on the forehead, and the latter moved a few times and immediately lost his breath. After that, the man in black took out a bottle of medicine powder from his arms and sprinkled it lightly on the body, and the young man disappeared without a trace.
After dealing with the young man, the man in black turned his eyes to Ye Chunyang, and in an instant he swung his hand again.
The end of the young man just now has proved the means of the man in black. If this record is left, I am afraid Ye Chunyang will also go down to meet the young man.
"Don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being born at the wrong time. One of you has four spiritual roots, and the other has a heavenly spiritual root, and you have never practiced. It is better to be an ordinary mortal in your next life."
The man in black laughed coldly.
"Really? But if you go to hell, will you have a chance to reincarnate in the next life?"
Suddenly, a faint voice came, with a hint of sarcasm, which made the black-clothed man's expression change drastically.
At the same time, a roar rose, and a majestic breath came like a latent dragon reviving, with bursts of whistling dragon roars, and Ye Chunyang, who had been motionless on the ground and had been "fainted" for a long time, stood up at some point, and his body was shining.
"You!"
The black-clothed man and Ming Rong changed their expressions at the same time.
Just as he was about to use his power to regulate his breathing, Ming Rong was suddenly shocked by this amazing momentum, his ears were buzzing and his head was dizzy.
"Bang".
Ye Chunyang punched out of the void, and his magic power exploded on his fist like a tidal wave. The black-clothed man's protection was shattered as soon as it was put up. He flew dozens of feet away like a sandbag and hit the stone pillar and spurted out a lot of blood.
"Late stage of magic power! You are also a magic power cultivator! How is this possible?" The black-clothed man's pupils shrank violently.
What shocked him was not that Ye Chunyang suddenly showed the same level of cultivation as himself, but that he had no power to resist this blow just now. The opponent's magic power hit him like a stormy sea wave, and the skills were retracted before he could operate.
The black-clothed man was shocked. How could he have thought that a mortal who seemed to have no cultivation could have such a strong strength? His eyes flashed violently for a few times and he turned around and fled without saying a word.
"Didn't you want to kill me just now? Why are you leaving now?"
Ye Chunyang showed sarcasm on his face.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a brilliant light appeared in the void. Only a residual shadow was left in the original place, but his body was close to the back of the man in black like a ghost, and he punched out with one hand again.
"Ah!"
The man in black felt a sharp pain like a mountain hitting from behind, and he screamed miserably. A huge hole was punched in his chest. He was punched through by Ye Chunyang.
Ye Chunyang's arm shook, and the man turned into blood mist and exploded on the spot.
Mingrong opened his mouth in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out.
From Ye Chunyang's sudden explosion to the death of the man in black, it happened in the blink of an eye. This change was simply horrifying to him.
Ye Chunyang looked back at him, and meeting his indifferent eyes, Mingrong felt a chill all over his body, and fear enveloped his heart uncontrollably.
But this person was no ordinary person either. After a moment of distraction, he suddenly slapped his Qiankun bag, and a square array plate appeared, with a flame totem printed on it, exuding an amazing fire attribute.
Mingrong did not hesitate to pinch his fingers and chant a spell, and slapped the array plate with one hand.
There were only a few pops, and dazzling flames surged out from the array plate, rushing towards Ye Chunyang like an angry dragon. At the same time, a round of rainbow light covered his head, and he was going to refine him alive in this true fire.
Ye Chunyang raised his head, a hint of sneer flashed across his face, and then he pressed his backs against each other and tore it hard.
A sharp and strange sound came, and the layers of fire curtains were torn apart by Ye Chunyang's bare hands like cloth in Mingrong's horrified eyes.
"What?"
Ming Rong's face was filled with fear. He slapped a talisman on his body without thinking too much. Then, the sound of incantations continued, and the figure flew towards the door like lightning. He didn't care about anything and wanted to escape.
He was completely aware that he had made a big mistake. This disciple was not a disciple at all, but a vicious and evil man! Just now, he wanted to kill and silence him. Compared with the fate of the man in black, how could Ye Chunyang let him go easily?
The previous spiritual formation was thought to be able to trap Ye Chunyang, but he didn't expect that the other party was so powerful, which frightened him.
He never expected that Ye Chunyang would hide his strength. The magical power displayed by the other party was probably far superior to him.
"Want to leave?"
Ye Chunyang exhaled a breath of spiritual energy, and the flames around him were extinguished instantly. Then he stretched out his hand and clenched it. A green hand covered Ming Rong fiercely, and scooped up Ming Rong like a chicken.
"Daoyou, please show mercy!"
Mingrong's face turned pale, and he begged for mercy.
"When you wanted to kill me just now, did you ever think of showing mercy?" Ye Chunyang grabbed Mingrong with a casual move and looked at him expressionlessly.
"Misunderstanding! I never thought of doing anything bad to you. It was the instigation of that Lu guy that made me bewildered!" Mingrong was terrified. Where was the prestige of the first formation master of Feixianmen?
"Misunderstanding?"
Ye Chunyang sneered faintly.
"Well, considering that I have called you Master several times, I will not kill you for the time being. But I, Ye Chunyang, am not someone who allows others to bully me. Since you have the intention to kill me, you can't escape even if you can be spared from the death penalty."
Although he didn't understand what Ye Chunyang meant by this, he was immediately happy when he heard that the other party would not kill him.
But before he could relax, a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then his eyebrows felt painful, as if something imperceptible had entered his body. Then Ye Chunyang casually shook his hand, and he fell down limply.
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