The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 267 Ulan Dies!
Thinking of this, Feng Jinchuan's heart suddenly stirred.

If they could get their hands on the method, perhaps the Feng family could leave this place even faster.

Song Wanning took in all the scheming in his eyes.

She felt a chill in her heart; Feng Jinchuan was truly cunning and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

"How we got in is not important, but you should know that your Feng family is going to be in trouble."

Song Wanning smiled playfully and immediately stopped talking. With a flick of her finger, a streak of light shot into the formation.

The originally calm formation immediately boiled over, like water being dropped into a pot of oil.

"not good!"

Ulan shouted, "Everyone, be careful of this evil formation!"

For them, the origin of this evil formation was unknown, and since they had never seen it before, they did not know its power.

But judging from Song Wanning's confident demeanor, it was clear that this evil formation was definitely extraordinary.

"Let us rely on each other and fight the enemy together!"

At Feng Jinchuan's command, the elders immediately stood back to back, covering each other as they faced the formation together.

Song Wanning crossed her arms and watched coldly from the outside.

Bai Yang beside him also turned into a statue, never uttering a single word.

However, he had many doubts in his mind. He didn't understand why these people knew about the Song family, nor did he understand why his master had brought him here.

Throughout the entire process, he either hid in the cave or acted as a background character, unable to offer any assistance.

Now that the evil formation has been activated, a thin layer of sweat has silently appeared on his palms.

The evil formation that harms people is the work of evil cultivators. Master's actions were truly risky... Fortunately, this is a secluded place. If this were to spread to the outside world, I'm afraid the cultivation world would have no place for Master to stand.

I must keep my master's secret well.

Before he could finish thinking, the formation began to stir. The previously turbulent formation suddenly became engulfed in a strong wind.

A strange gust of wind suddenly blew up, howling past everyone.

A chill ran through everyone, and an astonishing coldness rose from the soles of their feet, causing them to shiver in unison.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled around them, and wisps of thick black smoke rose up, enveloping the group.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they all took out their magical weapons to launch a counterattack. Their expressions were serious, and their attacks were fast and ruthless.

However, upon closer observation, it can be found that once inside the formation, their attack power is reduced exponentially. Even though they use the same moves as before, the power they unleash is extremely weak.

Compared to the howling wind, it felt like an ant trying to shake a tree.

A sudden chill ran through everyone; a sense of foreboding washed over them. While desperately fighting back, they all cried out, "Clan leader, what should we do now? This formation is incredibly strange!!!"

"Yes, I have a very uneasy feeling in my heart, a feeling that a great disaster is about to happen. Chieftain, please think of a solution!"

"This formation can weaken our power, it's really too strange. I'm almost like a Nascent Soul cultivator now!"

"Chieftain, say something!"

Feng Jinchuan has always been the backbone of everyone, and they are used to following his orders. Now they all look to him for advice.

Feng Jinchuan's expression was icy, but how could he not be anxious?
But now the situation is critical, what good ideas does he have?

He didn't speak, but silently continued to retaliate. Seeing this, everyone understood, and the last bit of hope in their hearts vanished.

They could only fight back even more desperately.

However, the formation quickly changed again, and reddish smoke began to appear in the originally alluring black smoke.

Ulan was not paying attention when a wisp of black smoke got close to her. The red smoke mixed in with it burned a terrifying hole in her skin as soon as it touched her.

His expensive robes dissolved, turning into a pool of burnt filth that slid to the ground.

The large hole in his arm spread rapidly in all directions, like a growing vine.

In just a moment, half of his arm was reduced to bare white bones.

"Ah!" Ulan cried out in pain, looking at her forearm in horror, only to find that the large hole was still spreading outwards.

He gritted his teeth and swung his sword, severing his arm.

The arm rolled to the ground and was completely corroded in the blink of an eye, leaving only a bone lying alone on the ground.

Ulan's pupils dilated violently, his eyes filled with horror.

What kind of cigarette is this?

How could they be so domineering?!
Before Ulan could figure out what was going on, more red dust mixed with black smoke billowed in.

He dodged away in a flash.

But suddenly a head made of black smoke shot out from behind him, opening its mouth wide to bite him.

The enormous mouth materialized in the void, like a gaping maw from an abyss, and enveloped Ulan within it.

"Ulan!!!"

Everyone who witnessed this was shocked and instinctively wanted to rush over to help.

But the next second, they stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with shock and fear.

Big Mouth spit out Ulan in one gulp.

But all that came out was a skeleton.

If people hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that this was Ulan!
"Ulan!!!!"

The crowd was filled with rage, their eyes red-rimmed, wishing they could rush up and take that huge mouth down with them.

But reason made their legs feel as if they were welded shut, completely unable to move.

Feng Jinchuan also witnessed this scene, his eyes reddening, and boundless killing intent enveloped him, making him look like a demon from hell, staring intently at Song Wanning outside the formation.

Song Wanning shrugged innocently. "Why are you glaring at me?"

"This is just the appetizer."

She curled her lips into a smile, revealing a defiant look in her eyes without any fear.

The Feng family schemed against the Song family in their past life, resulting in the massacre of their entire clan. Now, they can't even stand receiving a little interest?
Are their lives precious, but other people's lives aren't?

Ah.

Feng Jinchuan silently clenched his fists. Suddenly something approached from behind, and he instantly became a blur, barely dodging it.

"Tsk, you'd better figure out how to get out of here first, or you'll blame me for attracting your attention later."

Song Wanning crossed her arms, looking extremely relaxed.

"Bitch, you bitch!"

"Once we get out of here, we'll tear you to pieces!!!"

"And your entire Song family, chop them all up and feed them to the dogs! Not a single one of you will live!!!"

The elders broke down.

So this formation is incredibly powerful.

What Nascent Soul cultivator, what strongest in the lower realm? He was swallowed whole in one gulp, not even his Nascent Soul could escape.

They are nothing in the face of this evil formation.

Today, I'm afraid I really am going to die here.

The group was filled with grief and indignation, and Song Wanning's smile also faded.

The scene of the Song family disciples being slaughtered in her previous life appeared before her eyes once again. She closed her eyes and wiped away the blood-red stains in front of her.

When she opened her eyes again, the murderous intent in her heart was even stronger.

So she curled her lips and, amidst the resentful glares of the crowd, unleashed another streak of light.