Chapter 218: Conquered or Destroyed (1)
Looking at the Xuanji Sect disciples in the direction of the formation's center, Lu Yi smiled and nodded to them, then looked in the other three directions.
Qing Minxiu, who was the host of the battle, died.
A formation hub was completely destroyed, and the Xuanji Sect disciple who was in charge of the hub was poisoned to death.
Obviously, there was a big problem with the operation of this formation.
In the vast white fog, three whirlpools emerged.
Three small vortexes of clouds were spinning slowly in the white mist, and one could vaguely see a group of people in black busying themselves with hand gestures and chanting spells, seeming to be having a lot of fun.
Looking down from the sky, these three cloud vortices, the hub that had just been destroyed, and the center of the formation were arranged in order according to the five elements.
Lu Yi ran towards the nearest hub.
In the white mist, beside the altar that was looming in the distance, a group of black-clothed Xuanji Sect disciples screamed in unison.
Lu Yi drank a mouthful of Xuanyuan divine water, and the spiritual power and Guixu immortal essence that he had just consumed were recovering rapidly. He shouted loudly, and the shadow of an arhat riding a tiger and holding a dragon appeared behind him. The palm of his right hand was emitting golden light, and he slapped down with a Vajra Palm.
There was a loud bang and white mist splashed everywhere.
On the altar, several jade talismans exploded with dazzling flashes, and a dozen flags planted beside the altar swayed in the wind without making any dull noises.
Beside the altar, more than a dozen Xuanji Sect disciples, both men and women, were vomiting blood. Many of them lost their balance and sat on the ground in a mess, rolling around in the mud.
"Kneel down, surrender, and seal your skills, and I will spare your lives." Lu Yi put on heavy armor, held a spear, and looked down at the altar.
A group of Xuanji Sect disciples screamed and took out all kinds of strange weapons at the same time and attacked Lu Yi.
For these Xuanji Sect disciples, their primary emphasis is on the cultivation of formations. Other magical instruments, talismans, and the like should be means of self-protection that they bought with money, and are not their main subjects.
Then some small weapons such as swords, knives, arrows, and flying rings were seen rising into the air with dim flashes, hitting Lu Yi lightly and causing sparks to fly, but they failed to leave any mark on the heavy armor.
Some talismans also turned into fireballs and lightning and hit over with a huge momentum, but the power was just average.
There were also some restraining devices such as small ropes and small nets, which flew up with fluorescent light and tied tightly to Lu Yi. However, when Lu Yi shook his body slightly, these ropes and nets, which had incredible force and were probably as big as one or two dragons, broke into pieces one after another. None of them could stop his actions.
"Haha, you guys are running a grocery store?"
Lu Yi waved his hand, grabbed those small knives and swords, and forced them into the Beiming Ring.
With a wave of his right hand, green rays of light whistled out from the spear, with a high-pitched sound like a dragon's roar, and hit the white mist heavily. The white mist collapsed and gradually revealed the altar.
More than a dozen Xuanji Sect disciples shouted in unison, and they simultaneously urged the flags around them, and a large amount of yellow sand blew out from the white mist and wrapped around Lu Yi.
Lu Yi snorted coldly, took out the small windmill and waved it gently.
A hurricane suddenly arose.
A trace of the Nine Heavens Wind was integrated into his soul, and Lu Yi's soul and magic power were undergoing a huge transformation. His magic power also contained a trace of the original charm of the Nine Heavens Wind, and the strong wind blown by the windmill also turned into the same pitch-black color as the Nine Heavens Wind.
A sudden wind arose, which was a divine wind from heaven and earth that was said to be able to blow away all tangible and material objects.
The violent wind that blew out of the white mist was instantly assimilated, turning into an even stronger and more turbulent wind that blew back. The yellow sand was even more useless and was directly blown up, turning into strands of extremely fine energy that were swallowed up by the wind blown out by the small windmill.
A black column of wind descended from the sky and hit the altar hard.
With a muffled sound, the altar, along with all the objects on it, were instantly destroyed by the power of the wind.
More than a dozen Xuanji Sect disciples vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, no longer having any strength to resist.
The altar was destroyed, and gusts of wind spread out, cutting through the Xuanji Sect disciples like a sharp knife cutting tofu, leaving deep, thin wounds on their bodies.
The flesh and blood in the wound was directly destroyed by the wind, instead of just being cut open like ordinary sword wounds...
The damage caused by the annihilation of flesh and blood was a hundred times more painful than ordinary sword wounds. The Xuanji Sect disciples were twitching in pain, screaming and fainting.
It's better that they fainted, so that Lu Yi doesn't have to imprison them.
He took off all the storage rings from them with familiarity, and also took out all the strange bits and pieces with magical power from them. Lu Yi nodded with satisfaction, and even put the flags beside the altar into the Beiming Ring.
Lu Yi was not a saintly or particular person in his actions. He even did not let go of the female disciples of the Xuanji Sect and took away all the small pieces from them.
In the hair buns of several female disciples, he did find a few hairpins and hairpins that were glowing faintly and contained strong magical power. In the hair bun of one of the female disciples, there was even a jade talisman the size of a baby's palm that was glowing with lightning and had an aura that made Lu Yi feel a little uneasy.
"Who are these people... They are covered in treasures, even more lavish than the monk Shi E." Lu Yu muttered in a low voice: "Be careful, don't let anything go wrong!"
Regardless of whether they were men or women, he punched them lightly on the back of their heads. To make sure they would not wake up in a short period of time, Lu Yi soared into the air and ran towards another formation hub.
By doing exactly the same thing, he broke the other two key points of the formation, and finally Lu Yi arrived in front of the center of the formation.
Most of the white fog around had dissipated, and the remaining fog had become extremely thin, revealing the Canglang Cavalry and Leopard Cavalry armies huddled together in the hills and forests below.
A low roar was heard and the white mist began to vibrate violently.
Faintly, one could see a burly figure emitting a faint golden light all over his body, riding a huge wolf king, and frantically attacking the white mist in the sky.
Lu Yu discovered the changes in the formation in time. Without saying a word, he started to attack the formation with all his strength, with the help of both inside and outside forces.
Beside him, 120,000 Cang Wolf Riders formed a huge lotus swastika Buddhist seal formation. The cultivation of the 120,000 people was transformed through the formation and turned into wisps of golden light that continuously injected into Lu Yu's body.
At this moment, Lu Yu's body expanded to about 15 feet, and his whole body was blazing with golden light. Every strike was like the opening of the sky, causing white mist to surge in the formation. Wind knives and frost swords kept falling and hitting him hard, but they were all shattered by the golden light that protected his body.
Seeing Lu Yu's massive attack, Lu Yi whistled, took out a small windmill, and released gusts of wind, which blew hard on the formation that Lu Yu was attacking.
With a gust of wind, the white mist shattered, and a huge hole with a diameter of one hundred feet appeared in the formation. Lu Yu roared loudly, and the wolf king under him howled to the sky. The thick fur on his back suddenly exploded, and a pair of bloody wings broke out of the body.
With a wingspan of over ten feet, Lu Yu's mount, the wolf king, roared, flapped its new wings vigorously, soared into the air, and quickly came to Lu Yu's side.
Lu Yu laughed wildly towards the sky and said to Lu Yi , "Yi'er, take a look at your uncle's winged wolf. What do you think? During this journey, I gave it ten Red Lotus Solid Pills every day. It actually got a little blood from its ancestor!"
Looking at the mighty wolf king whose wings flapped to create two huge whirlwinds, Lu Yi couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Great move, uncle... How about the army?"
Lu Yu's face darkened and he waved his hand: "The army is fine. We just killed some mounts to fill our stomachs and executed some idiots who disobeyed military orders... Hey, this is the formation?"
Looking towards the altar at the center of the formation, Lu Yu gritted his teeth and grinned: "It was these little bastards who haven't even grown all their hair yet, who used this inexplicable formation to trick me for so many days?"
"Hey, hey, if you hadn't come to rescue us, if we had been trapped like this any longer, my entire army would have been wiped out. That's great, that's great... Which sect are you from? Haven't you heard of the secret agreement of the three religions? Don't you know the agreement that in this great struggle, my Buddhist sect will take the first step?"
A group of Xuanji Sect disciples looked at Lu Yu with complicated expressions.
That expression was weird to the extreme.
A little nervous.
A little scared.
But more than that, there is a faint sense of ridicule from the "superior" looking down on the "frog in the well".
Lu Yi coughed lightly and said, "Uncle, I'm afraid they are not the Buddhist, Taoist, or Demonic sects that we are familiar with... They claim to be disciples of the Xuanji Sect. Have you heard of the Xuanji Sect?"
Lu Yu looked at Lu Yi blankly.
The three sects, three temples and three monasteries of Buddhism, the six sects of Taoism and the six paths of Demonism; these are the essence of the cultivation world in today's world.
Other small sects do not have the means to pass on their heritage to this era from a world where the spiritual power of heaven and earth collapsed.
Only a family of independent cultivators like the Qinglin Sword Pavilion, relying on some special means, or secret treasures like the Qinglin Sword, by closing their doors and staying in seclusion, may have been able to survive to this day.
Xuanji Sect, Lu Yu had never heard of it.
Among the three religious sects today, only the Wanhuan Sect of the six Taoist sects is famous for its formations.
Wanhuanmen, as the name suggests, is good at various illusion arrays.
No matter the name of the sect or the formation techniques it specializes in, they are completely different from the Xuanji Sect in front of them.
"Where are you from?" Lu Yu, holding a bronze spear, looked coldly at the Xuanji Sect disciples in the center of the formation.
A group of Xuanji Sect disciples sneered and looked at Lu Yu and Lu Yi, but no one said a word.
"You have some backbone, but... I've seen a lot of young people like you who think they are extraordinary." Lu Yu grinned and said, "You have a temperament that I am very familiar with."
"You come from a wealthy family and have extraordinary talents, so you think you are extraordinary and think that the world should revolve around you."
"You have never suffered, you have never seen life and death, you are all the chosen ones of heaven, you think that as long as you take action, there will be no difficulty in the world, and everything can be solved easily!"
Lu Yu smiled and shook his head: "You are wrong, absolutely wrong!"
"Haha, Brother Wu, capture them. Are there any people from the Palace Guard with you? Use the Palace Guard's 108 tortures to punish them properly."
"Well, don't kill these little girls ." Lu Yu bared his teeth and made a face at the female disciples of Xuanji Sect: "They need an elder like me to teach them a life experience lesson about the wickedness of human hearts."
Lu Yi started to cough dryly.
The female disciples of Xuanji Sect shuddered with fear, and many of them were so frightened by Lu Yu's smile that they sat down on the ground.
