Chapter 2555: Activate the Formation

elf, it would be difficult to keep it. As for such an eleventh-order demon beast, Lu Xia Tian naturally wouldn't let it go easily.Moreover, Lu Qian's cultivation of the Profound Yang True Thunder Grea...The danger of the Nether Demon Burial Ground is immense for cultivators of low realms, and even for those in the Nascent Soul realm entering there is a gamble. Even with Lu Xia Tian's strength, if he hadn't received the Devour God and Devour Monster Crossbow Array from Ye Qian Xun's lotus avatar beforehand, his encounter with the Three-Pronged Corpse Ape and White-Eyed Ape King would have been fraught with peril.

As for Ye Qianxin's original self, these so-called dangers didn't cause Ye Qianxin much trouble.

However, even ordinary Mahayana realm powerhouses are unwilling to easily enter the Nether Demon Cemetery for a reason. A molten demon flame rain turned into a storm, even Ye Qianxun found it quite troublesome. After consuming a certain amount of mana, he finally passed through the storm formed by the molten demon flame rain.

After the Rong Mo Flame Rain formed a storm, the seemingly supple flame rain was as sharp as a bone-scraping steel knife, and it also possessed astonishing adhesion. It clung not only to human bodies but also to magical artifacts. It came without warning and left just as quickly. Even with Ye Qianxun's vast divine abilities, he could do nothing but avoid it.

At this moment, the sky was overcast. Inside Ghost City, Luo Qian and Qing Li sat on either side of the core formation pattern. Nine Jiu Que Locks floated in mid-air, each surrounded by azure ghost mist. The mist swirled and constantly manifested into various ghostly figures.

Controlling these nine lock gates suspended in midair doesn't consume much mana or divine sense, but it requires concentration. If one becomes distracted, the ghostly power within the nine lock gates might become unbalanced, affecting the entire formation's power.

In order to prepare for Ye Qianxun's potential arrival at any time, Luo Qian and Qing Li have maintained their current posture for forty-six years.

Qing Li is indeed the kind of disciple Luo Qian looked for. Although she can be a bit willful and mischievous in her everyday life, when it comes to crucial moments, she displays incredible tenacity and willpower that is truly extraordinary. Perhaps Luo Qian's guidance plays a part in this.

However, Qingli did give Master Lu Xiaotian a lot of face. As for Qingli's territory, she had entrusted it to Mibenlei to manage. Lu Xiaotian's main body, or his lotus incarnation, would occasionally return for a visit to avoid any abnormalities with the teleportation array. Once a powerful corpse demon tried to occupy that area, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, a bronze mirror appeared before Lu Xia Tian. The layer of dust that had originally covered the mirror's surface was gone. The mirror reflected light, but it did not show Lu Xia Tian or any other reflections. Inside, there was only a black flying sword, three inches long, called the Swallowing Abyss Sword.

The divine sense of Lu Xia Tian surged out with the casting of the Devouring Abyss Sword, radiating outward. Within that radiation, only the aura of the Devouring Abyss Sword existed; everything else was a blinding expanse of white. Ever since Lu Xia Tian condensed a Devouring Abyss Sword and plunged it into the bronze mirror, his divine sense entering the world within, there was only this one kind of aura.

It only takes a wisp of a secondary soul to control this bronze mirror. Luo Qian and Qing Li controlled the Nine Lock Gates for how long, Lu Xia Tian will be able to control this bronze mirror for that long.

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One day, the bronze mirror trembled slightly and then emitted a long, resonant hum.

Suddenly, Lu Xia Tian, sitting before the bronze mirror, opened his eyes wide. Through the mirror, he sensed the same aura, the same Swallowing Abyss Sword. His own flying sword, compared to it, was like dust compared to the sun and moon.

That vast sword intent almost made the flying swords within him tremble uncontrollably.

“Finally!” In Lu XiaTian’s perception, besides Ye QianXun’s original body, no one had cultivated the Swallowing Abyss Sword to such a terrifying level.

As a powerful cultivator in the Mahayana realm, Ye Qianxun was extraordinary. Lu Xiaoteng used the bronze mirror to sense his presence, and Ye Qianxun also sensed the other party's aura.

Ye Qianxun knew all too well about Jiantai's devouring nature, and among the people he knew, it seemed that only Lu Xiaoxian had devoured his lotus-form split self, the Swallowed Abyss Sword.

"As expected, in this Soul-Stealing Ground, it seems I'm not yet in the Thunder Hall. This is best." Ye Qianxun rarely had a smile on her face. Since being plotted against by Lu Xia Tian in the Star Region and teleported away by the transmission array, Ye Qianxun hadn't been this happy.

"Just a mere body-fusion realm junior, you dare to use your means to spy on me Your guts are truly impressive. If you were still within the Thunder Palace, I would have some reservations. Since you're not in that location, it saves me a bit of trouble."

Ye Qianxin's figure flickered as she quickly approached Lu Xiaitian's direction.

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"Charge!" At the same time, Lu Xia Tian's voice was low and deep.

Luò Qian and Qing Lí both suddenly opened their eyes, their arms moving in quick succession as they struck out with their fingers. A series of azure ghost qi shot out from between their fingertips, each one infused into the Nine Veils Lock.

This Xuanqing ghost qi is made by two ghosts who have refined some parts of the Xuan Gui corpse qi. It can further enhance the power of this formation.

The nine Que locks, suspended in mid-air, injected with the ghostly corpse Qi of the Xuan ghost, began to spin at an alarming rate. They spun faster and faster, forming a gigantic ring in the air.

And then the nine barriers transformed into nine ox skulls in mid-air, each flying towards the center of the formation.

At the core of that formation, nine azure vortexes formed, each capable of holding a single ox-head skull.

Each of the nine-tiered lock skulls was numbered and placed into their designated positions. The swirling ghostly energy within the vortex surged through the empty eye sockets and mouths of the ox skull, bursting forth with each pulse. Suddenly, the entire Yin Ghost City began to tremble.

This slight tremor quickly radiated outward, the entire void of coffins and corpses trembling slightly.

Before long, the tremor spread to Ye Qianxun's side.

Something was amiss, Ye Qianxun couldn't help but furrow her brow.

"Ye Qianxun, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You're finally here." Through the bronze mirror, Lu Xia Tian's consciousness transmitted through the Swallowing Abyss Sword within it.

Having been chased by Ye Qianxun for so long, Lu Xiaoteng had managed to escape several times. However, each time he was pushed to the brink of death, surviving mostly by luck. Lu Xiaoteng disliked this feeling of being out of control.

Right now, with such a long timeframe to plan and having Luo Qian and Qing Li's help, Lu Xia Tian could finally see the entire battle unfold before him. For the first time, he was calculating his opponent from start to finish instead of reacting blindly. He really wanted to tell Ye Qian Xin a few things.

“Lu Xiaoteng, was this trick of yours” Ye Qianxin felt a jolt of surprise. Having dealt with Lu Xiaoteng for so long, although the latter had always shown astonishing feats, his strength was ultimately too weak. Moreover, this was the first time Ye Qianxin’s true self had truly interacted with Lu Xiaoteng. Even last time near the Citong Youlian Lotus Pond, Lu Xiaoteng only left a trace of divine consciousness to control the formation, while his true self had already fled long ago.

Ye Qianxun fully believed that with the Lord personally coming this time, absolute strength would crush all conspiracies and schemes. Moreover, Ye Qianxun was very proud of himself and believed that as long as he was careful enough, he wouldn't fall for Lu Xiaoteng's tricks.

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