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"Set up the formation."

The changes inside have already aroused the attention of other people in Baiqi Zhai.

A roar carrying rolling pressure fell from the top floor, the breath blocked the exit, and several figures rushed out, occupying favorable positions, each holding a small black flag to move.

Outside is no longer the lobby of Baiqi Zhai filled with shelves, but instead the turbulent water flowing like a torrent of waves.

"Foundation-building monk?"

Sensing this undisguised energy, Jiang Chuan looked strange.

According to the senior brother, only Bai Sheng, the "Silent Sword" who serves as the shopkeeper, has the level of building the second floor of this Baiqi Zhai. He has left Fangshi and returned to the Bai family. Other than that, everything is perfect.

Minor repairs.

Unexpectedly, there was actually a trace of a foundation-building monk hidden in the secret.

There are restrictions on the surrounding walls, making it impossible to pass. If you want to leave, you can only go back along the way you came.

Jiang Chuan was not in a hurry. He put away the storage bags of several people and took a reluctant look at them.

It seemed that he had touched some kind of restriction. When he took action, the stone pillars that were originally standing in the middle retracted into the ground. Naturally, the treasures on them disappeared, and a windfall slipped away in vain. This made him a little angry.

stuffy.

However, after seeing Bai Laoliu's storage bag, his suffocation immediately disappeared.

A mere cultivator with perfect Qi cultivation has tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones alone. His wealth is enough to put many foundation-building cultivators to shame.

"Sure enough, robbing homes is the right way to go." Jiang Chuan moved all the spiritual stones into his storage ring, and then walked out with satisfaction.

A dark iron shield appeared in the palm of his hand, exuding spiritual pressure that could reach the level of a top-level spiritual weapon.

Iron wall shield.

A defensive spiritual weapon refined by Master Yunyan for him.

Because those few scales obtained from the python dragon were already very good, Yun Yan only made a few carvings to make them into treasures. Unfortunately, due to many defects, they only looked like ordinary top-level spiritual weapons.

As for the remaining two, they were sewn into a piece of black python armor. Although it was only of the highest grade, personal armor-like spiritual weapons were extremely difficult to make. Although it was limited by grade, with the blessing of its own material, it also had

Excellent protective capabilities.

A faint black light appeared under the skirt, which connected with the light on the iron wall and shield. Jiang Chuan walked out of the inner room and came to this large water flow formation.

"Do it."

The middle-aged foundation-building monk who had been watching everything with his spiritual consciousness shouted sharply.

The eight cultivators of Qi-Yang Perfection, who had been secretly ambushing them for a long time, joined forces to activate the formation.

The streams of water swirled and converged into eight python-like beasts with one horn. They raised their heads and roared, biting towards the river.

Several rays of spiritual light were hidden behind it, and then fell.

Jiangchuan frowned slightly as he noticed the aura of the dragon python that was above nourishment and foundation.

The Flowing Fire Sword shot out, creating streaks of brilliance, knocking down an iron bead-shaped spiritual weapon that came first, and then slashed at the python and beast in front.

With a slash of the sword, the dragon python was decapitated, but it only took half a breath for it to regroup.

If they fall into the formation, if the formation is not broken and the people in the main formation are still there, the python cannot be completely killed.

The preliminary test gave Jiangchuan some understanding of the battle method. The iron wall shield was held up in front of him, blocking several spiritual weapons that followed.

After all, these people's cultivation levels are far behind. Even if they have good spiritual weapons in their hands, they cannot exert their power.

The Divine Consciousness Royal Weapon, the Flowing Fire Sword is like a meandering stream of clear water. Every time a spiritual weapon falls, it will chase it up and pick it off.

Jiangchuan himself relied on his flexible body, stepped on the water steps, and climbed up step by step, constantly dodging the bites of the eight pythons and water beasts around him, and taking the opportunity to find a way to escape.

"This formation is somewhat interesting. The eight people in the main formation are in the formation. They use the power of the formation to hide their figures, and as the water surges, their positions are constantly changing.

"Unless the water flow can be stabilized, there is absolutely no way to break the formation. All you can do is use up all your true energy and be killed by the foundation-building monk outside."

The lazy voice of the dragon reached Jiang Chuan's ears.

It is also a strange species in the water. With its natural ability, it can easily feel the mystery of the formation.

"Can you stay still?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"Although this dragon has recovered somewhat, it is still too weak after all. It can only sense the human smell in the water and cannot help you, master."

The dragonfly has a lot of heart but not enough strength.

"When someone comes within ten feet of me, I can give a warning."

The Liuying Sword rose again and chopped off the heads of the two pythons and beasts that rushed in front of them. Before they could recover, Jiang Chuan rushed over.

The formation was clearly set up in the lobby of Baiqizhai, but it gave Jiangchuan a feeling of boundless vastness, as if he was in another world.

"Nine feet to the southeast." Jiao Chong made a discovery.

Jiang Chuan activated Liu Ying Sword and slashed out.

A faint groan came from the waves, a figure flashed past with his arms covered, and the movement of a python also slowed down.

Stung.

But it didn't hit it completely.

Jiang Chuan was not in a hurry and patiently fought with the opponent.

He didn't believe that the Qi of these eight Qi-perfecting monks could be stronger than him who had practiced the Fish-Dragon Treasure Scroll.

Time passed little by little.

The first person who couldn't bear it was the middle-aged foundation-building monk outside.

Although he is a member of Baiqizhai, he is not from the Bai family. He is just a guest protector invited by Bai Sheng.

But under his nose, someone came to pick a fight and even beat to death a direct disciple of the Bai family. If he couldn't catch the murderer and gave the Bai family an explanation, he wouldn't be able to escape responsibility.

"Junior suffers death."

A silver ring-shaped spiritual weapon fell from the sky and hit Jiang Chuan's head.

However, the sudden attack of the foundation-building monk caused a flaw in the formation that was originally functioning smoothly.

Although he stands with the Qi-nurturing monks of the main formation, he is not a member of the main formation. To the formation, he is just like Jiang Chuan, an outsider.

Although the eight people in the main formation deliberately helped to maintain the normal operation of the formation, when they took action, the flaw was quietly enlarged unknowingly.

Ignoring the silver ring spiritual weapon that was about to arrive, Jiang Chuan followed the instructions pointed by the dragon and used the amplified flaws to find traces of a person again.

But this time, he did not sacrifice the treasure directly.

The power of divine consciousness calls out to the green seal on the Daoji jade platform that is constantly nourished by spiritual light.

With Jiang Chuan's ability, he still cannot fully exert his power, but he can still do it by eliciting some power.

Jiangchuan's body lit up with a shallow green light, and invisible power descended with the light.

Within the radius, wherever the brilliance reaches, the water will not stir and there will be no waves.

The figures in the main formation moving with the flowing water seemed to be under a restraining spell, their bodies were controlled and they were immobilized together.

A clear stream of clear water passed through the formation of water silently along the direction pointed by the dragon insect.

A flash of blood flashed across.

The azure brilliance disappeared, and blood spurted out in the flowing water again, and a person's body was looming in the water.

Yin.

Affected, a chasing python suddenly dispersed.

One of the eight people in the main formation has died.

The originally perfect formation was suddenly full of flaws.

But before he could rejoice, Jiang Chuan, who used his iron wall shield to receive the blow from the silver ring weapon, staggered and was almost overtaken by the python behind him.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Chuan followed the point pointed by Jiao Chong and headed towards another part of the formation where the flaw was gradually enlarging.

There, there was also a person from the main formation.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically as he watched the situation in the formation.

But at the moment when he lost consciousness, another scream sounded out.

Only six of the eight people in the main formation were left.

Before the middle-aged monk could recover, Jiang Chuan, under the guidance of Jiao Chong, tracked them one by one, used magical power to seal the flow, and the Flowing Fire Sword flew up, eliminating five people in the main formation one after another.

Even if the formation has not been broken, how can the formation be maintained after losing the five main formation members?

With a flash of brilliance before his eyes, Jiang Chuan returned to the lobby of Baiqizhai.

At this time, the lobby was in a mess, with several corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing all over the floor, dyeing the ground red.

There were three other monks holding formation flags looking at him with fear on their faces.

Ignoring these people, Jiang Chuan looked at the middle-aged monk opposite, and the Flowing Fire Sword turned into blue water across the sky again.

"Fellow Taoist, Jiang will send you on your way."

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