Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

To ordinary cultivators, the Loulan True Lord's offensive was powerful.

But Lin Zhao and the other sect prodigies, who spent years around Nascent Soul True Monarchs, immediately noticed something was wrong—this thing was not the real body at all.

The Loulan True Lord before us has barely reached the Nascent Soul stage, which is equivalent to the power of a Nascent Soul Dharma Body. It should be said that he is a special spiritual body.

The real Lord Loulan did not come over at all; he hovered three hundred miles outside the formation and did not go any further.

A bronze mirror hung above the head of the Loulan True Lord.

A fourth-tier magic weapon, the Azure Glass Mirror.

The ancient mirror rotated, its blue light sweeping across the desert below, as if searching for something.

This spiritual body was manifested by him using a special fourth-tier talisman and the reflection of the magic treasure, the Azure Glass Mirror.

The True Lord of Loulan is not stupid. He dares to plot against the cultivators of the ancient Loulan Kingdom's secret realm, and has now even invaded the secret realm.

It's impossible that there were only nine Core Formation cultivators and one array outside; there must be an ambush nearby.

First, send out a spirit body to lure out their hidden tricks, then decide how to fight.

That old bastard Loulan Zhenjun, none of those who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage are any good people.

Unfortunately, he clearly miscalculated.

The special space formed by the Zhou Tian Star Locking God Array is neither in the void nor in the outside world.

It was embedded in the space between the two, and its area was not large, only a hundred feet in size, but its concealment was far beyond the perception range of the Nascent Soul's divine sense.

Unless he teleports to within a hundred feet, he is completely undetectable.

Qingli Mirror scanned the area but found nothing.

His cold smile faded slightly, and his brows furrowed a little.

In that very instant.

A golden orb the size of a fist shot into the sky and exploded above the head of the Loulan True Monarch.

The space suddenly sank, as if an invisible mountain had pressed down from nowhere, and the spiritual body instantly twisted and disintegrated.

On the Loulan True Lord's side, the spiritual light of the Azure Glass Mirror dimmed.

"Let's do it!"

Qin Tianjun's Azure Spirit Sword was the first to be drawn, its azure sword light traversing the sky with a sharpness that could cleave heaven and earth, heading straight for the body of True Lord Loulan.

Loulan Zhenjun's expression changed instantly, and in a flash, he disappeared.

Teleportation.

Using the signature move of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he completely vanished from his spot, leaving not even a trace of spiritual energy behind.

At that very moment, the golden sun in mid-air shone brightly, coating the entire sky with a layer of brilliant gold.

The space within a radius of a thousand miles suddenly froze, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into the deep sea.

The next instant, Loulan Zhenjun's figure was forcibly squeezed out from the formation thirty miles to the east, like a fish being thrown ashore from the water.

His face was extremely pale, and the teleportation distance was compressed to less than one-tenth of its original length.

Such a method of suppressing teleportation is extremely precious. Even those in the mid-to-late stages of the Nascent Soul realm might not possess it. How could mere Core Formation cultivators possibly have such a method?

The Luohuang Cauldron crashed down from the void, its body engraved with mountain and river patterns, carrying immense power as it aimed directly at his head.

Loulan Zhenjun flipped the ancient mirror, and a beam of azure light shot into the sky, colliding with the Luohuang Cauldron.

When four-tier magic weapons clashed, the shockwave of spiritual energy completely flattened the sand dunes below.

Before the sandstorm had even subsided, five silver moons rose simultaneously.

The silver light flowed and transformed into five silver moons, silencing the world and forcefully suppressing the spreading aftershocks.

Twelve white stars spun out, forming a huge light curtain that instantly spread over a thousand miles, enveloping everyone within it.

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Locking God Array has been fully activated.

Yan Feng also made his move. The Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal flew out of his hand, and nine fire dragons on it opened their eyes at the same time, their roars shaking the heavens.

A sea of ​​fire, stretching for three hundred miles, rose from the ground, crimson as blood, tangling with the starlight of the Zhou Tian Zhen Ling Array. The ground cracked, magma surged, and the fire, fueled by the wind, hurtled straight towards the Loulan Zhenjun.

Loulan Zhenjun's pupils contracted slightly. Another fourth-tier magic weapon, and a magic weapon based on array formations.

Nine fire dragons emerged from the sea of ​​fire, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced, not seeking to harm the enemy, but only to entangle him.

Loulan Zhenjun's gray-white Taoist robe suddenly swelled up, as if it had been inflated.

Countless fine runes appeared on the Taoist robe, and an extremely ancient charm emanated from it.

The runes moved across the robe like living things, and eventually the robe swelled into a thousand-foot-tall gray-white rune giant, which withstood the siege of the nine fire dragons head-on.

Loulan Zhenjun took the opportunity to break through the encirclement. He had been very careful, staying three hundred miles away, but unexpectedly, he was still forcibly trapped in the formation by this group of Core Formation cultivators.

He tried to break out, using various escape techniques and teleportation skills to dash left and right between the sea of ​​fire and starlight.

But it's no use.

He tried teleporting three more times, but each time he was forced back by the power of the Golden Sun.

The space here was completely locked by that golden sun, the magic power was suppressed by the silver moon, and the divine sense was interfered with by Bai Chen.

He, a Nascent Soul True Monarch, was actually trapped and killed in the formation by dozens of Core Formation cultivators.

Lin Zhao seized the opportunity, and the Fire Spirit Shield flew out, its surface glowing with crimson-gold spirit patterns, and flames poured out.

The Fire Spirit God descended once more, surrounded by countless flames. The Fire Spirit God, hundreds of feet tall, resembled a burning crimson mountain, and punched towards the Loulan True Lord.

A tortoise shell floated up in front of Loulan Zhenjun, a top-grade third-tier magic weapon.

Crimson flames exploded on the surface of the tortoise shell, the booming sound spreading like a tsunami, and some small cracks appeared on the tortoise shell magic weapon.

Xia Jin's Thunderous Spirit-Breaking Spear followed closely behind, with purple and white lightning cascading down like a waterfall, the spear tip tearing through the sea of ​​fire and piercing straight at Loulan Zhenjun.

Loulan Zhenjun's expression finally changed, and Qingli Jing met him head-on with all her might.

The mirror and the spearhead collided, as if a giant mirror had shattered, and spatial cracks stretched across the sky.

But under Jin Yang's suppression, the crack only lasted for a moment before silently closing.

Loulan Zhenjun was also thrown backward by the shock.

He steadied himself, looked around, and saw five Nascent Soul magic treasures, three powerful formations, and dozens of elite Core Formation cultivators.

Loulan Zhenjun had already guessed the origin of this group of people, but what could he do? He couldn't just wait to die like this.

He is a Nascent Soul True Monarch, a Nascent Soul cultivator who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. To expect him to admit defeat and wait for death? Impossible.

Loulan Zhenjun was prepared to fight to the death. Don't underestimate this group of junior cultivators who are only at the Core Formation stage; they are truly terrifying, each wielding a fourth-tier Nascent Soul magic weapon.

If he doesn't fight with all his might, he'll really die here today.

Loulan Zhenjun's eyes flashed with fierce light, and behind him, a Loulan Dharma image thousands of feet tall slowly emerged.

The building is gray and white, with nine floors, each covered with densely packed runes.

Countless rays of spiritual light poured down from the tower; that was the power manifested by the Nascent Soul. As soon as the Dharma Form appeared, the entire sky seemed to sink slightly; that was the power of the Dharma Form, which was changing the properties of the surrounding world.

He sat cross-legged atop the Loulan Dharma Image, his voice hoarse and crazed: "If you want to kill me, then be prepared to die together."

Lin Zhao did not reply.

The Fire Spirit Flame God pounced again, its crimson-gold flames crashing into the spiritual light range of the Loulan Dharma Image, its arms grabbing the Loulan Dharma Image as if it wanted to refine it entirely.

Loulan Dharma Image trembled slightly, and a sea of ​​spiritual light blew the hundred-foot-tall Fire God away.