Chapter 160 You Are Here to Get Chopped! (Subscribe Please)

Yang Ling controlled the clone to stand on Ao Ming's dragon back, overlooking the desolate world below.

Many immortals shuttled through the ruins like ants, carefully searching for the legendary Hongmeng Purple Qi.

At the same time, at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, Yang Ling shuttled through the cloud formation like a swimming dragon.

His consciousness was like a thin thread, traveling through every node of the formation, and every fluctuation of the formation could not escape his perception.

He could feel the connection between himself and the formation getting closer and closer, and tried to find patterns in it. He knows that every formation has its own inherent trajectory. As long as you can grasp this trajectory, you can find a breakthrough.

Time passed bit by bit, and Yang Ling was entangled in the cloud array for several hours, and finally he found the passage to the next level of thunder array!

He moved forward cautiously and slowly, finally passing through the cloud formation and entering the periphery of the thunder formation.

In the thunder array, thunder and light intertwined and plasma surged. Yang Ling seemed to be in a sea of ​​thunder. Every intersection of thunder and lightning was accompanied by the power of destruction.

But it's all still under his control.

He walked among the thunder formations, taking every step with extreme caution.

It's just that the thunder formation is much more complicated than the cloud formation, and he needs more time to crack it.

However, he knew that he didn't have much time, so he decided to go deep into it, investigate it carefully, and then find a way to crack it.

This is the most dangerous method, but also the most effective.

Time is like the sand in an hourglass, sliding down bit by bit. Yang Ling keeps moving forward in the thunder formation, and from time to time, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder strikes down.

Jiuxiao refers to Chixiao, Bixiao, Qingxiao, Xuanxiao, Jiangxiao, Qixiao, Zixiao, Lianxiao and Jinxiao.

Each divine thunder has unique characteristics, so this thunder array is also extremely complex and has endless changes.

If it weren't for the formation experience and insights brought by the "group" secret, Yang Ling might not be able to unlock this thunder formation even if it took him thousands of years.

But now Yang Ling is confident that he can understand the mystery of the thunder formation in a short time. As for the deeper star formation, he still has no clue.

At this moment, Yang Ling's mind suddenly moved, and he felt that the restrictions he had set up around the perimeter were being touched, as if something was approaching very quickly.

His heart trembled, and he immediately retracted the spiritual consciousness scattered in the thunder formation. His figure quickly retreated in the space intertwined with thunder, like a stream of light, and instantly exited the formation.

He knew very well that his identity could not be revealed at this time, so he used the art of transformation to change his appearance into Indra.

The opponent he killed with his own hands had just died, but he still remembered it freshly. Under the change, even his breath was the same as that of Indra.

Standing in the black mist, a cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he shouted in a voice exactly like Indra's: "Who dares to break into this place without permission?"

While speaking, he released a hint of fierce killing intent, as if he might rush out to kill the opponent at any time.

The person who came was a woman in black robe with a gloomy face. Her figure loomed in the darkness, like a ghost.

After hearing Indra's voice, she immediately stopped and shouted: "It's me, the Ghost Mother!"

Because Yang Ling moved slightly, he asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? The leader has an order, no one is allowed to come near!"

The Ghost Mother stood outside the black mist and said solemnly: "I came here just on the orders of the leader...Indra, why didn't you return to the Sea of ​​Blood to recover?"

Yang Ling's heart tightened. He knew that if his identity was exposed now, he might immediately attract the formidable enemy of Patriarch Styx.

After he pondered for a while, he said in a cold voice: "Recently, many foreign immortals have come here to hunt for treasures, so I dare not leave for a moment!

Ghost mother, how about you guard this place for me first, and then I return to the sea of ​​blood to return my life to the leader! "

When the ghost mother heard this, she frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Let's forget it. The leader doesn't like our subordinates to make arbitrary decisions... I already understand the situation here. I will return to the sea of ​​blood first."

After saying that, she swayed and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

Yang Ling was relieved when he saw the ghost mother leaving, but suddenly his heart tightened and a sense of crisis suddenly hit him.

He instinctively felt that the ghost mother had not really left, but was lurking in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Sure enough, in the next moment, a cold murderous aura struck from behind, and the ghost mother had already disappeared, like a ghost, and silently attacked him.

The five black sharp claws were stained with bits of scarlet, making people sick to look at them, and even their souls felt strangely uncomfortable.

Yang Ling reacted very quickly. Almost as soon as he sensed the danger, he hurriedly picked up the word "Xing". His body instantly became erratic, like a gust of wind, and he narrowly avoided the ghost mother's hand that almost touched his clothes. Horn attack.

When the ghost mother saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she shouted loudly and asked: "Who are you? Where did Indra go?"

Yang Ling's heart trembled, he knew that his disguise could not deceive the ghost mother.

Indra and Ghost Mother are both the four great demon generals, and their tacit understanding and familiarity are far beyond what an outsider like him can match.

Every subtle movement, every casual breath, may become a flaw that exposes one's identity.

However, Yang Ling did not panic. He had already sacrificed the dragon-escaping stake in the air, and used the black mist to hide it and smashed it towards the ghost mother.

The ghost mother was caught off guard and was tied to the wooden stake by the sudden three golden rings. The more she struggled, the tighter she became.

"Dragon Stake! You, are you the Taoist Taoist Manjusri of the Golden Immortal?" The ghost mother's voice was full of shock and disbelief.

Yang Ling said nothing, and a simple crimson gourd suddenly appeared in his hand, with a heart-stopping power swirling around it.

This is one of his trump cards, the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

As soon as the ghost mother's eyes fell on the gourd, her face instantly turned pale, her eyes filled with fear and shock, "Why is this gourd in your hand?"

Yang Ling ignored it. He didn't want to waste words with the ghost mother, so he opened the gourd's mouth to refine it.

Black mist filled the gourd's mouth, and a strong suction force surged toward the ghost mother, as if to tear her soul out of the body.

The ghost mother was extremely frightened. She knew how terrifying the soul-dispersing gourd was. Once sucked into it, not even the Great Luo Jinxian could escape the fate of being scattered.

She screamed loudly, her voice full of despair and fear: "No! No! I have something to say! I have important news about Hongmeng Ziqi! Please spare my life!"

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows and paused slightly in his movements.

He knew that the ghost mother's words might not be credible, but Hongmeng Purple Qi was of great significance to him. If he could get more clues, he would not miss it.

He looked at the ghost mother coldly, and his voice was calm and powerful: "Tell me, what do you know?"

The Ghost Mother seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw at this time, and said quickly: "The Immortal must have known that what is hidden in the black mist is the Nine Heavens Star Array left by the ancestor Hongyun...

However, the method of breaking this formation must not be clear to the Immortal either.

After all, even my leader has spent thousands of years unable to crack this formation, but I once overheard the leader saying a tricky way to crack it..."

At this point, she stopped talking, but looked at Yang Ling and said: "If the Immortal wants to know this method, he must make an oath to heaven and let me go immediately after I tell him the method..."

"This is impossible!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Ling refused without hesitation: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false? If you just make up a lie to deceive me, wouldn't I suffer in vain?"

"I can swear that!"

The ghost mother quickly said: "I would like to make an oath to heaven. If what I say is even slightly false, I will be shattered into pieces and sink into a sea of ​​blood forever!"

"Don't do it in vain. I can't trust you." Yang Ling said bluntly: "It is still too dangerous for me to let you go now. The best way is to let you break the formation with me."

He knew that if the Ghost Mother could not return to the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor would definitely notice something strange happening here, and he would be in great danger by then.

So he decided to give it a try and take the ghost mother with him to break the formation.

He controlled the dragon-escaping stake and led the ghost mother through the cloud formation one after another and arrived at the periphery of the thunder formation.

In the thunder array, countless thunder pillars were like angry dragons, constantly chopping down, and every thunder and lightning contained destructive power.

However, Yang Ling seemed not to care about these thunder and lightning. He shuttled through the thunder array, and his every dodge was extremely accurate, as if he had anticipated the landing point of the thunder and lightning.

The ghost mother's eyes were full of shock. She never thought that Yang Ling was so familiar with this formation.

Yang Ling had no time to pay attention to the ghost mother's surprise. All his attention was focused on breaking the formation.

While he was calculating the various changes in the thunder formation in his mind, he was searching for a way to the core of the formation.

As he went deeper, thunder struck down like a waterfall from the sky, each one seemed to tear the space apart.

Yang Ling deduced the impact point of the divine thunder and dodged the thunder and lightning like lightning, but the ghost mother was tightly bound by the dragon escape pile and could not move at all.

One after another, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder struck her, and each blow caused her great pain and screams.

Under countless thunderbolts, the ghost mother's black robe was instantly torn into pieces, and her physical body was instantly turned into a piece of charcoal, and then turned into fly ash, leaving only her soul trapped on the dragon-escaping pile.

Every thunder and lightning that falls is a refinement of her soul.

She knew very well that if she continued like this, in less than a stick of incense, she would be annihilated under the bombardment of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Now if she wants to survive, she can only hope that Yang Ling can break the formation as soon as possible.

To do this, she could only tell her the tricks she knew.

This Golden Immortal of Interpretation and Education is really despicable!

The ghost mother cursed loudly in her heart, but she had to send a message: "The key to breaking the formation is the Nine-Nine Soul-dispersing Gourd. The leader guesses that it is one of the main formation eyes of this formation!"

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