Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#957 - The formation is very strong and everyone is a lamb

Accompanying the violent tremors of the mountain range, the rocks shattered, and magma surged forth like an enraged beast, illuminating the entire world in a crimson glow.

Then, with a deafening boom, a unique and potent demonic aura soared into the sky, as if to devour the entire heaven and earth.

This was the corpse of a true ancient demon, buried beneath thousands of feet of mountain, weathered by countless ages, yet still radiating a terrifying aura that chilled the heart.

Now, the powerful spiral vanguard formation had pierced directly into the ancient demon's body, instantly unleashing a thunderous roar, as if the entire world were trembling in response.

Although the ancient demon was dead, its soul lost, and this was merely a corpse without any control, its defensive strength remained unbelievably formidable.

Such a powerful formation, with such potent drilling capabilities, was still unable to breach the ancient demon's body, only managing to leave shallow marks on its surface.

Faced with this seemingly insurmountable obstacle, they felt no discouragement whatsoever, but instead, were unusually excited.

Because the ancient demon's might was precisely what they sought; as long as they could break through the corpse's defenses and seize it.

Then they could absolutely control this corpse, reach an unprecedented height, and become a truly supreme powerhouse.

Xuanwu, the master of formations, shouldered the heavy responsibility of breaching the ancient demon's defenses, his eyes gleaming with determination and resolve.

Meanwhile, the Demonic Lord of the North Sea stood by in full battle readiness, like a ferocious beast poised to strike, waiting for the moment the defenses were breached.

He would then charge into the ancient demon's body like lightning, using his immense power to force this ancient demon's body, dormant for a hundred thousand years, to serve his own purposes.

The ancient demon's body, despite having been dead for a long hundred thousand years, still contained a power that inspired awe.

It was a terrifying power that transcended time and space, as if it could devour everything around it at any moment.

It was precisely because of this that the group dared to launch this audacious operation after waiting and preparing for a long hundred thousand years.

If it were when the ancient demon had just died, the baleful aura permeating the air alone would have been enough to obliterate everyone present without a trace.

Xuanwu's eyes shone brightly as he surveyed each cultivator present, his voice firm and powerful.

"Fellow Daoists, let us work together with one heart; success or failure hinges on this one move.

If we succeed, we will rewrite our destinies and become figures of great importance in the Yan Huang Realm;

but if we fail, I ask you, where in the entire Yan Huang Realm will we have a place to stand?

That dog thief Li Chengfeng is stirring up trouble in the North Sea, acting recklessly, so now is our only chance, and our moment to prove ourselves.

Everyone, do not hold back, show your true abilities; as long as we can obtain the ancient demon's corpse,

the Treasure Pavilion will definitely reward everyone handsomely in the future, allowing everyone to enjoy the fruits of victory."

Only then did the cultivators present realize that behind the Treasure Pavilion stood such a great figure—Xuanwu.

For the past hundred thousand years, he had been secretly managing the Treasure Pavilion, transforming it from an unknown small force into the renowned existence it was today.

And the Xuanwu standing before them at this moment, with his handsome and unrestrained face and extraordinary temperament, if Li Chengfeng were here, he would definitely recognize him as Xue Qingchen, the man he had feared back then.

As Xuanwu's voice faded, the cultivators seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, and the mentality of holding back was instantly discarded.

At this moment, they all brought out their best skills, throwing themselves into this battle of destiny without reservation.

The atmosphere was brought to a fever pitch, and the power of the entire formation, under the joint efforts of everyone, exploded by nearly half with a "boom".

The rotational force and the piercing direction both became unprecedentedly powerful and precise.

The Demonic Lord of the North Sea, on the other hand, had his aura suddenly increase; he was like a volcano about to erupt, poised and ready.

Waiting for the decisive moment to arrive, to seize the ancient demon's corpse in one fell swoop, thereby rewriting his own destiny.

Everyone exerted themselves to the utmost, sweat and blood mingling together; under this reckless assault, the power of the formation was like a flame being ignited, becoming more and more intense, more and more powerful.

Among the crowd, some were already so exhausted that they were spitting blood, their faces as pale as paper, but the determination in their eyes never wavered in the slightest.

Abandoning now would mean that all previous efforts would be in vain, that the defensive gap that had just been breached on the ancient demon's body would quickly heal, and all efforts would be reduced to nothing.

Therefore, they chose to persevere, chose to continue fighting.

At this critical moment of life and death, they seemed to see the dawn; the defensive strength of the ancient demon's chest, under the unremitting efforts of everyone, was slowly, but undeniably, weakening.

This was not only the light of hope, but also the burning of the indomitable belief in their hearts.

Tens of thousands of people began to swallow precious pills to restore their stamina and spiritual power.

Everyone coordinated with the operation of the formation, the magical artifacts in their hands flashing with dazzling light, rapidly cutting through the ancient demon's tough defensive layer like cutting machines.

Each cut seemed to be a desperate battle with the Grim Reaper.

At this moment, Xuanwu's eyes were also shining brightly, and he had also taken a large number of pills, his vitality slowly recovering under the nourishment of the pills.

Although all of this was within his calculations, the tenacity and difficulty of the ancient demon's corpse still exceeded his expectations.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how powerful and terrifying was the other party's strength at its peak when it was alive?

Just then, suddenly, with a loud "crack", the ancient demon's chest was breached by everyone's combined efforts, creating a huge hole, and a unique and potent demonic aura emanated from the hole, as if to devour the entire space.

Accompanying this loud noise, the Demonic Lord of the North Sea let out a wild laugh, a laugh filled with triumph and ferocity.

Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light, moving as fast as a meteor streaking across the night sky, rushing towards the gap in the ancient demon's chest.

Abandoning his original body, he used the power of his soul to envelop his nascent soul, as if to integrate everything into the ancient demon's body, completely controlling this body containing endless power.

When the Demonic Lord of the North Sea arrived at the ancient demon's wound, the huge attack formation seemed to have completed its mission, instantly exploding.

The backlash was like a surging wave, causing tens of thousands of cultivators to spit out blood in unison.

Among them, one-third of the cultivators, due to severe loss of vitality, instantly exploded under the impact of the backlash, their bodies shattered, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

At this time, everything depended on one's own strength.

Those who were lucky enough to survive, although seriously injured, had exceptionally bright eyes, flashing with perseverance and unyielding spirit.

After going through untold hardships, they finally obtained the power they wanted, this power seemed to be a precious treasure they had exchanged for their lives.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, Xuanwu suddenly noticed an anomaly.

A sinister and powerful force, like a dark night's storm, suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

This force was evil and bizarre, making people feel a chill.

Those cultivators who were still cheering, as well as those ferocious sea beasts, were instantly transformed into rolling blood qi under the impact of this force.

Their souls, their power, their everything, were ruthlessly sacrificed into that mysterious formation.

Immediately afterwards, this blood qi condensed into a black spear, which Xuanwu tightly grasped in his hand.