What was happening inside the Ten Directions Formation could not be seen from outside. All the monks crowded together at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, staring intently at the two rows of candles in front of the formation with bated breath.

The two rows of candles were seen going out one by one, which made people nervous. However, the small candle flames, being stared at in such a public eye, gave off some tragic connotations of blood and rain.

As soon as the candle moves, everyone will be frightened.

Shuikeng rubbed his eyes vigorously, and while continuing to stare intently, he whispered, "I never want to light a candle again in my life."

Cheng Qian and Han Yuan in the formation looked at each other in silence.

Cheng Qian stood silently for a while, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. He thought: "If I were him, what would I do?"

After thinking about it, with his sarcastic and mean temperament in his youth, he would have done something even more extreme and twisted. He was just lucky and these things didn't happen to him.

After all, how many people like the eldest senior brother are there in the world?

When I was a child, I thought that the eldest brother was a little bit more concerned with food than with beatings, and that he was not a very extreme person. But when I grew up and became more sensible, I realized that he could withstand harm better than others.

It's not uncommon to see tough guys who can remain calm even after losing their wrists, but there aren't many who can remain true to themselves in the face of deep hatred.

Anyway, he felt that he couldn't do it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he had no right to criticize Han Yuan.

"Get up, why are you crying? Calling you a bastard is still wronging you?" Cheng Qian kicked Han Yuan with his toes and said, "There is something wrong with this ten-square formation. I don't understand the formation. At least you can do something useful."

Han Yuan asked in a muffled voice, "Are there any people from Wu Changtian among the Nine Saints?"

"More than that." Cheng Qian simply explained the important points, including Zhe Shi's message and their speculations.

Han Yuan's expression changed, and he became evil again, sneering: "Haha, I knew that these big shots who wavered left and right would also have this day!"

After saying that, Han Yuan's expression turned back to normal and he said worriedly, "If you guessed correctly, if there are other formations outside Shifang Town, there must be surveillance on this formation. If we move the Shifang Formation rashly, we might alert the enemy."

It's clearly the same face, but the way he speaks is so different that you can hardly tell it's the same person.

"..." Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, "Can you stop talking to me?"

The expression on Han Yuan's face changed rapidly, as if the two of them were constantly fighting for position. Finally, perhaps Han Yuan was beaten so hard by Cheng Qian that he became intimidated, and his inner demon won.

The inner demon Han Yuan said contemptuously: "But if you have a magic weapon that can suppress your anger and make the formation unable to detect you, it may think you are dead."

Cheng Qian didn't have that kind of magic weapon, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it. As soon as Han Yuan finished speaking, Cheng Qian lowered his head and opened the ring on his thumb. In just a moment, two more white candles were extinguished than before.

Cheng Qian counted the remaining candles, and his body swayed slightly, and he seemed to have turned into a stone. If Han Yuan hadn't known he was there from the beginning, he would hardly have noticed that there was someone there.

Han Yuan was shocked: "You..."

Cheng Qian ignored him and just stared at the mirror on the ring. The next moment, he saw a white candle swaying in the wind and the flame went out.

Han Yuan reached out and touched the back of Cheng Qian's hand, only to find that his body was slightly warm, much lower than human body temperature. The inner demon showed some interest and asked, "What a great technique! What's going on with you?"

"Thanks to you, the body given by my parents is dead," Cheng Qian said unhappily, "I can only refine a piece of stone to live in. What next?"

The demon Han Yuan's eyes flashed, but his face was as steady as a mountain with a slightly malicious smile. He withdrew his probing hand and said slowly, "Since the Ten Direction Formation thinks you are dead, it will naturally teleport other people here. Wu Changtian doesn't want to gamble with me at all, but wants to take my life here. Since he has planted his people, how could he not tamper with the formation? If you want to break the formation, you have to get the thing that controls the formation in his hand."

Cheng Qian asked, "Since you knew it clearly, why did you agree to it?"

Han Yuan shrugged and said, "Let's just go along with his wishes first, then slap him in the face in front of the whole world. Hahahaha, Tianyan's attempt to steal a chicken ended up with a loss. I feel relieved when I think about it."

The inner demon that Han Yuan had nurtured could not be judged by common sense. He did not care about the benefits and costs at all, and did not consider what to do if he failed to slap someone in the face and instead fell into someone else's trap. He just wanted to feel happy, and for the sake of this momentary happiness, he would do anything.

Cheng Qian sighed. He couldn't reason with this man, so he said, "How can you know that the next person to come is from Tianyan?"

Han Yuan, the inner demon, said expressionlessly, "There was an unlucky guy at the beginning, and then it was you. This is the third person teleported to me. If this one is not the one, then either the person planted by Wu Changtian was killed by someone else first, or they were just too slow. Of course, it doesn't matter. If this one is not the one, then just kill him and wait for the next one. It won't be a big deal."

Cheng Qian: "...One day I will kill you with my own hands."

Han Yuan was very happy to hear this and laughed, "I am so lucky to die on the 'Unhappy Death Sword'."

Suddenly, his laughter stopped and he heard footsteps from the side.

The formation really brought another person here!

Cheng Qian clenched the Frost Blade tightly. He would never allow Han Yuan to kill someone in front of him. But the man came a little closer, and he suddenly felt a little strange, because the man had a strong bloody aura, and people knew it was a demon cultivator at first sight.

How could he be a demon cultivator?

Does the formation believe that two people from the same camp will attack each other?

Cheng Qian and Han Yuan looked at each other, Cheng Qian rolled up the light above his head into his sleeves, and dived into the shadows in the darkness.

After a moment, a demon cultivator dressed in white came floating over, looking like a graceful young man in this corrupt world.

This person is also one of the Nine Saints. Because his dress and behavior are out of tune with other demon cultivators, Cheng Qian has some impression of him.

The man walked in and stood still. When he saw Han Yuan, he was not nervous at all. He seemed neither surprised nor afraid. He smiled and said, "Master Demon Dragon, we are really destined to meet!"

The man looked very gentle and handsome, but when he opened his mouth his voice was like a broken gong, quite loud, and he spoke with an accent from some cornfield. It didn't sound like he was shouting at Lord Dragon, but rather at their buffaloes pulling pears.

Han Yuan glanced at him and said, "Luo Zhengyi."

Cheng Qian: “…”

The demon cultivator named Zhengyi responded cheerfully, took a big step towards Han Yuan, and said, "I can still meet one of my own in this formation, just in time for me to rest for a while - Hey, Lord Demon Dragon, why is there a blue patch on your face? Did you run into some tough guy just now?"

Han Yuan frowned slightly, closed his eyes and said nothing.

If this Luo Zhengyi was really the person arranged by Wu Changtian to deal with Han Yuan, then wouldn't it be a logical arrangement for him to attack when only two demon cultivators were left in the formation, the Ten Directions Formation was broken, and Han Yuan thought he had won? What was the point of appearing in an improper way at this time? Was there something fishy about this formation that was specially notified to Han Yuan?

In a flash, Cheng Qian remembered what Han Yuan said, if there is another formation outside the formation, then there must be surveillance on this formation!

So those who refused to leave the formation are determined to ruin Wu Changtian's plans?

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zhengyi walked to his side in two steps, looking like he could take out two jars of wine from his body at any time and drink with Han Yuan. A strong light suddenly shone in Cheng Qian's eyes, and his eyelids jumped. He looked again and saw that Han Yuan's hand had turned into a dragon claw without warning. The huge scales flashed with a terrifying light, and the blood-killing magic instantly ripped off half of Luo Zhengyi's body.

The scholar in white was half human and half skeleton, hanging head-heavy in a mess of flesh and blood, but he fought back without a care in the world.

He took out a small bell from somewhere in his hand. A rapid ringing sounded, and the situation in the Ten Direction Formation suddenly changed. A swamp with a bloody smell suddenly appeared under Han Yuan.

That bell can control the Ten Direction Formation!

Luo Zhengyi shook the bell in his hand, held up his half-blown face, and said, "Tsk, my dignified bones are exposed."

After saying this, a face that was asymmetrical to the other side actually grew on his face covered with white bones.

He is one of the people who set up the formation!

Han Yuan: "Painted Skin."

"Alas, actually, Lord Wu asked me to do something," said Luo Zhengyi or Painted Skin Demon Xiu, "It's a pity that it seems that both of us have been deceived. I feel very wronged. But there is no point in explaining this to you. Whether you believe it or not, you are going to kill me. You'd better go down first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yuan was dragged down by the swamp under his feet. He snorted coldly, turned into a giant dragon, and let out a long roar, and the entire Ten Direction Formation seemed to shake a few times.

But what is a formation?

There are laws of nature, such as water flowing to lower places, fierce fire melting gold, birth, aging, sickness and death, etc. No matter how capable people are, they cannot escape these laws. The formation is actually to reset the rules within a certain range. Once a person enters the formation, unless he breaks out of the formation, he will be at the mercy of the formation master.

No matter how powerful the dragon is, the swamp will always follow him.

Luo Zhengyi raised his head and opened his mouth. His face had degenerated into half bones again, and his lower jaw was almost standing on its own. He looked at Han Yuan's embarrassment with a beaming face.

At this moment, a faint sound of metal and stone suddenly came from behind.

Luo Zhengyi's head, which was about to split in two, suddenly turned behind him: "What..."

Before he could utter the word "person", Luo Zhengyi didn't even see a ghost, but he already felt the frost and snow blowing in his face.

Is there something haunted in this Ten-Direction Formation?

The next moment, he turned his head and was chopped off by the haunted sword. A black gas suddenly emerged from Luo Zhengyi's leaky neck. It was his soul.

Cheng Qian saw the opportunity very quickly, reached out and pulled the bell from the corpse's hand, and without asking how to use it, he took the initiative to swing it hard.

The Ten Direction Formation immediately moved according to his will, generating a large gust of gale that pinned the demon cultivator's soul to the ground without any explanation. At the same time, Han Yuan was also affected, and even though he dodged quickly, he was almost scraped off a layer of his scales.

A vague human figure was left on the ground, and a line of blood slowly seeped out. In just a moment, the demon cultivator was completely destroyed.

Han Yuan transformed into a human form and licked the scratches on his arm: "A 'gentleman' like Junior Brother can actually be decisive and kill people when he launches a sneak attack from behind."

Cheng Qian ignored him, picked up the bell in his hand and gestured, and asked indifferently: "I want to go find my senior brother, how do I use this?"

Han Yuan: "If you immerse your consciousness into the bell, you will be able to see the entire Ten Direction Formation... The places that have not been tampered with by others, you are the master of the formation with the bell, and you can move as you wish."

The inner demon raised by Han Yuan was a bit mean. He watched Cheng Qian fiddling with the bell with cold eyes. He said for no reason, "You are worried about him for a while - Junior Brother, do you want to know what the inner demon of the senior brother in Suzaku Tower is?"

Cheng Qian said calmly, "I know."

Han Yuan's eyebrows twitched, and the subtle malice on his face turned into obvious surprise. He looked at Cheng Qian silently for a moment and said, "Then do you know your own fate?"

Cheng Qian didn't respond and seemed to have no interest at all.

Han Yuan said: "You are the same as Tong Ru, you are a cold and indifferent person. People like you are most suitable for cultivation. You are naturally persevering, and you are less emotional than others. It is easiest for you to get rid of distracting thoughts. If you follow the opportunity, you can achieve great things..."

Cheng Qian said disapprovingly: "What great thing has Tong Ru done? Has he rotted into a pile of bones in Wangyou Valley?"

"He lacks a little knowledge of the emotional barrier, but it is not easy to be disturbed by external things during cultivation. It is not that he really has no love, hate, joy or anger. Who made him indulge in it and forget himself? He can't break it?" Han Yuan sneered, "For your so-called great way, what is the sect, what is the master and disciple, what is the human relationship? Those who want to achieve the great way are still bound by these things. It is not unfair that he has gone astray - if he could break through the secret realm of three lives, maybe he would have ascended to the upper realm by now."

The ten-square formation in the bell was very complicated, and Cheng Qian couldn't understand it for a moment. There was also a Han Yuan chattering next to him, and he suddenly felt itchy and wanted to fight with that guy again.

Han Yuan said: "If you don't cultivate your own path well, are you going to repeat his mistakes?"

Cheng Qian said without even looking up: "I'd love to."

Han Yuan laughed sharply and said, "Then why are you still pretending to be an immortal and practicing Taoism? I think you are willing to degenerate."

Cheng Qian: "At least I don't let my inner demons have the final say in everything."

Han Yuan: "Then don't worry. If you can't control yourself and lose your vital energy, I'll see if you have any distracting thoughts in your mind."

Cheng Qian: “…”

These demon cultivators have become so filthy in their daily lives.

Han Yuan had made him speechless for once, so he went even further, "When a man and a woman form a couple to practice together, at least it balances yin and yang, and it's not considered indulgence. So what about you and my eldest brother?"

He suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Oh, or have you already had some distracting thoughts and want to have a taste of the eldest brother?"

As soon as this inner demon version of Han Yuan said this, he got beaten up as he wished. He did not fight back and seemed to be very happy to be beaten up, which made people suspect that the reason why he spoke rudely just now was to get beaten up.

Cheng Qian was very angry when he took action, not only because Han Yuan had said something dirty, but also because he had really stirred up memories of the Heart Demon Valley with just a few words than Han Yuan. Then he forcibly suppressed his lustful thoughts, and his consciousness turned upside down in the bell. He picked up the bruised and swollen Han Yuan, and at the same time roughly used the bell in his hand to tear open the surrounding barriers. The two of them were at Yan Zhengming's side in an instant.

As soon as he landed, he saw Yan Zhengming pinning a demon cultivator to the ground with an expressionless face. The sword energy penetrated directly into his inner palace, leaving his soul nowhere to escape. Blood splattered everywhere and landed on his lapel and cheeks. Sensing something unusual in the formation, he suddenly turned his head, his murderous intent still lingering.

Cheng Qian was stunned, and felt his heart beating violently.

Upon seeing Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming blinked quickly, and the sword energy in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

He looked at the colorful Han Yuan in surprise and asked, "What's going on?"

Cheng Qian calmed himself down a little with a dry mouth, left Han Yuan, who had pretended to be dead when he saw his senior brother, aside, and briefly explained what had happened.

Yan Zhengming listened silently, then took off his ring and opened the mirror inside. It might have been less than an hour since he entered the Ten Directions Formation, but almost half of the two rows of candles had been extinguished.

Cheng Qian glanced at him secretly. On the one hand, he felt a little itchy, but on the other hand, he felt that the itching was very disrespectful. He was embarrassed and didn't know how to suppress his "evil thoughts", so he had to hate Han Yuan even more.

Suddenly, Yan Zhengming seemed to have discovered something and turned his back.

Cheng Qian came back to his senses, thinking there was something wrong, and hurriedly cleared his throat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhengming took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the blood off his face in front of the mirror on the ring.

Cheng Qian: “…”

Outside the Ten Directions Formation, after a day and a night, only two candles, one black and one white, were left.

Just when the second to last candle went out, Shuikeng suddenly grabbed Li Yun's arm and dug his sharp nails into Li Yun's flesh.

Li Yun's heart shuddered fiercely, but he didn't dare to show it in front of his junior sister. He just pretended to be confident and said, "It's nothing. Shuikeng, think about it. When they first entered, it must have been one-on-one. It won't be long before the fastest cultivators and demon cultivators are most likely to meet each other. I guess Xiao Qian and Senior Brother will soon meet Fourth Junior Brother. Maybe they already have something to manipulate the formation."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd. A group of monks stood up and looked in one direction together.

A team of flying horses descended from the sky, and a circle of monks dressed in Tianyan style surrounded a flying horse carriage. The flying horses pulling the carriage all wore pure gold headbands, and the body of the carriage was embroidered with nine dragons on brocade, which seemed to be about to break through the cloth and fly out. This thing was definitely not just a decoration. Even from a long distance, Li Yun could already feel the same aura as the Real Dragon Flag.

Shuikeng looked over and said, "Who is that? He seems to be very rich."

Li Yun raised his hand and pressed her head down, whispering, "Just sit still in the stone mustard seed."

After a moment, he continued, "Maybe the Tianyan Office has come to close the net, but Jiulong... could he be someone from the emperor's family?"

As he was speaking, the convoy appeared before him in a flash as if riding a ladder to heaven.

You Liang frowned, and walked forward amid the whispers of the crowd, and said to the leader: "Uncle Xuanhuang, Brother Wu and I have come to Taiyin Mountain on the orders of the Sect Master to set up a formation to intercept the Demon Dragon Han Yuan. Uncle..."

You Liang paused, glanced at the nine-dragon carriage, and continued, "You came here with the Third Prince. Does the Sect Master have any instructions?"

The middle-aged cultivator named Xuan Huang looked down at You Liang from his Pegasus and said, "Your senior brother told me that sword cultivators must concentrate on their cultivation. There are too many trivial matters in the sect, which may hinder your future. I think he is right. You Liang, you should give up your seal today. I know a few powerful sword cultivators who travel overseas. I might take you to see them someday. Maybe we can be master and apprentice."

You Liang's face changed.

Xuan Huang said, "Make way - what's the point of blood oath? You're making a blood oath with a bunch of demons. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if it gets out? Come on, take them all down!"

As he spoke, countless black spots gathered in the sky, and a large group of giant eagles flew close in an instant.

Shuikeng: "Ah! Monster... No, not a monster cultivator."

Li Yun: “What?”

Shuikeng frowned, "These eagles are just ordinary birds, not from our demon clan. I'm afraid they were forced to drink elixirs to become demon cultivators. They have never practiced cultivation and have no intelligence. They will become obedient beasts after a little training."

Giant eagles circled above the monks like divine soldiers descended from the sky. One of them was as big as a pony. The leading one opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of flames that were similar to the Samadhi Fire in the puddle.

The flames turned into a sea of ​​fire when they landed on the ground. Several demon cultivators were caught off guard and were burned badly. One of them had no time to escape. Once he was touched by the fire, the demonic energy around him began to boil. In just a moment, he turned into a pot of burnt meat.