Although Chun Wushuang seemed to be a gentle woman, she was quite thunderous and resolute in her work. After talking about the changes of the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation, she divided the people into fourteen groups. The task of the twelve groups was to break through the twelve flag gates of the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation, and the other two groups were led by her and Dong Haoran respectively. The two groups gathered the strongest power among the foundation-building cultivators in order to break through the array eye of the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation. As long as the array eye was broken, even if the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation was broken by more than half, even if some power was left, it would not cause any major damage to everyone.

Fang Ling was not assigned to these two groups, but because of Chun Wushuang's emphasis, he asked him to lead ten foundation-building disciples to break through the flag gate in the southwest.

The Yin Feng of the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation is getting stronger and stronger. Many foundation-building disciples' body-protecting magic weapons consume more and more spiritual energy under this Yin Feng. According to Chun Wushuang, when the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation is fully unfolded, thousands of ghost heads, each of them has the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and only 10% of them can escape from the Great Formation. The only and the best way is to break the Great Formation before the Great Formation was fully unfolded.

"Sister Sister, is it a bit inappropriate to ask Fang Ling to lead us? That's better to let Senior Brother Chen lead us!" A female foundation-building monk with a little big eyes and an oval face loudly suggested to Chun Wushuang.

As soon as the woman said, many eyes were looked at Fang Ling. Fang Ling ignored these gazes. To be honest, he was eager to give up the position of the team leader. Although he had already felt the power of the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation, he had a magic weapon. With a few powerful means in hand, Fang Ling was quite sure of escaping from the Xuanming Soul-Slaying Formation. If he hadn't been the team leader, not only would he have a small goal, but the chance of leaving secretly was also a little higher. At this time, the woman proposed to let someone else take over as the team leader, and he really felt like he was desperate. He had a tense face, didn't say anything, and looked like he was indifferent.

Unexpectedly, Chun Wushuang waved his hand and made a decisive move: "Junior Sister Ji, you should have seen the methods of Junior Brother Fang just now. I think he is enough to be your team leader."

"Senior sister, Senior Brother Fang Lingying Luo, relying entirely on his poisonous insects. Now there are many poisonous insects that cannot be used, and you said just now. This Xuanming Soul-killing Formation has the function of isolating the spiritual consciousness, and the function of magic weapons is still half, let alone those poisonous insects!" The woman said this and continued: "I am not worried about my own safety, but mainly because I am afraid that the flag gate will not be able to break the big thing."

As soon as she said this, many people welcomed him, and Ning Quan also whispered to Chun Wushuang: "Senior Sister, what Junior Sister Ji said is not unreasonable. I think this matter will be discussed for a long time."

As the second-ranked core disciple in Chunyu Valley, Ning Quanze's words were more powerful and powerful than Junior Sister Ji. For a moment, he turned to Fang Ling with distrust.

Even Guo Zhenying hesitated for a moment and was about to speak. But Chun Wushuang said in a deep voice: "Time is urgent now. If you trust Wushuang, do it according to Wushuang's arrangement. If you don't trust, please choose another Gao Ming."

Many people present regarded Chun Wushuang as their backbone. After hearing what she said, the discussion immediately became much smaller. Guo Zhenying looked at Dong Haoran, and Dong Haoran's words came to his ears: "It doesn't matter if there is less breaking the Twelve Flag Sects, just follow the arrangement of Wushuang Junior Sister!"

The rolling cold wind became stronger and stronger. One third of the ghost heads, the size of millstones, had condensed into the solid body, and a lot of Yin fires were mixed in the cold wind, rushing towards everyone.

"Let's go!" After the other teams walked into the formation according to their respective positions, Fang Ling waved his hand and said in a deep voice.

In Fang Ling's team, in addition to Junior Sister Ji, there are nine foundation-building cultivators, three women and six men, and disciples from the four major sects. Among these people, there is also Fang Ling's acquaintance: Jinwu Lu of Jiulian Sect.

Jin Wulu was still the same as before. He looked at Fang Ling walking in front of him, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and then followed him up. When he just finished the competition today, he saw Fang Ling, which was shocked at that time. Now, he was divided into Fang Ling's subordinates, and he felt a little uncomfortable. After all, a year ago, he was able to dominate Fang Ling's future, but now, Fang Ling is already standing on top of him.

"Explode", with a low shout, a disciple of the Jiulian Sect suddenly threw a fiery red jade talisman into the void. The moment the jade talisman was broken, a fireball of three feet in length hit the skull that rushed towards him. The skeleton that was breathing green phosphorus fire became smaller in the moment when it collided with the fireball. And just as the skeleton phantom was about to retreat, a disciple of the Jiulian Sect next to him sacrificed a flying sword and quickly cut the skeleton into four pieces.

"Bang!" The skeleton turned into a little bit of phosphorus fire in the firelight and fell into the void. The disciple of the Jiulian Sect who was the Fireball of the Inspector immediately smiled at the disciple of the Inspector Flying Sword: "Senior Brother Wang's Wind Chasing Sword Technique has made considerable progress compared to the past. This time, it depends on you, Senior Brother!"

The senior brother Wang took the flying sword: "Brother, why are you polite? This Xuanming Soul-killing Array is extraordinary, let's take care of each other."

"Senior Brother Wang is right." Jin Wulu walked over and said loudly.

As the three of them spoke, a small group had formed. The disciple of Lishan Palace hesitated for a moment and leaned over to the three of them. The distance between the four of them and Fang Ling suddenly widened a lot.

And that junior sister Ji from Chunyugu was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Her eyes turned, and she didn't know what she said to the two Chunyugu and Qingyuan Sect disciples behind her. The six of them got closer together.

Fang Ling, the leader, seems to be alone and lonely.

Faced with this situation, Fang Ling pretended not to know. Since they were unwilling to follow him, he just happened to dump them. Regarding the theory of breaking the formation, Fang Ling had two ideas. It would be better to break it; if he couldn't break it, he would leave his own first.

He pretended to be ignorant and walked forward. Jin Wulu saw it, and a hint of gloating in his heart. Although Fang Ling has made great progress in his cultivation, he is far from being accustomed to people. Hehe, no one supports him. Let's see how you die.

"Swoosh swish swish!" Their team had just walked more than twenty steps, and thousands of white bone spears suddenly flew out of the void. Each of these long hairs was one meter long. At the top of the spear, the yin and yin phosphorus fire seemed extremely gloomy. Fang Ling had a divine thought, and gently slapped his storage bag, and sacrificed the Taiyi Thick Earth Flag. A thick earth wall had blocked Fang Ling's body in an instant.

Jin Wulu and others who followed Fang Ling also sacrificed their magic weapons at this time. Jin Wulu and the other four fought back to back, and each used their magic weapon to fly swords to set up a light curtain within a radius of one foot of their four people. As long as a bone spear approached, they would be smashed into pieces in an instant.

As for the six younger sister Ji and others, some of them, Ji took out a small green umbrella and drew a half-meter-long light curtain, covering the six people. As for the others, they activated magic weapons and spells at this time, and slashed at the white bone spear at a rapid speed.

"Bang!" The moment a white bone spear approached Fang Ling, it was shattered into pieces by Fang Ling's Pili Lingkong Sword. The moment Fang Ling took back the Pili Lingkong Sword, he frowned. The power of this bone spear that had just been cut by him was at least doubled compared to the spear that began to appear. Although this double power was not a big problem for him, if the power of this bone spear continued to increase like this, then he would be buried in this Xuanming Soul-killing Formation.

When the thought flashed in his mind, Fang Ling unfolded his spiritual consciousness again. In dealing with Xu Libing's interception, Fang Ling found that when his spiritual consciousness was activated to the extreme, countless light spots would be generated in his spiritual consciousness. These light spots could not only allow him to deduce the formation, but also sometimes allow him to control the formation.

A mile away, a long black banner was fluttering in the wind, and under the banner, there was a black shadow sitting cross-legged. Around the banner, countless millstones were flying around the banner. Every time these skeletons rotated around the banner, it would be clearer than before. Among the banner, there was a skeleton surrounded by purple flames, constantly flying. It seemed as if it was about to break out of the banner! The moment Fang Ling's spiritual sense touched the skeleton, he felt that his mind was approaching, and a cold breath suddenly poured into his mind from the skeleton.

"Roar!" Fang Ling did not hesitate and directly used the tiger roar to blast towards the cold air. The man sitting cross-legged under the long banner suddenly stopped exercising his skills. His eyes fell on the long banner and said in surprise: "Why does this mother-child skull seem to have reduced a lot of spirituality? It shouldn't be!"

The man looked around carefully, but after noticing anything, he sat on the ground, continued to pinch the magic tricks, leading the yin energy in all directions, and quickly gathered towards the long banner. Fang Ling also screamed loudly at this time. Although he drove the cold energy out of his heart, he also felt that his mind had been consumed a lot.

"Ah!" A sound full of horror suddenly sounded. Fang Ling turned his head and saw that the senior brother Wang of the Jiulian Sect had a white bone spear inserted in his chest. Opposite him, a floating gray shadow was laughing to the sky!

"Go to die!" The other three people in the Jiulian Sect shouted angrily almost at the same time, waving three magic weapons to smash the gray shadow hard. But at the moment their magic weapons fell, the gray shadow had disappeared into the skeleton that kept flying out. And Senior Brother Wang's body suddenly turned into pieces of fragments.

Fang Ling sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to envoy the flying sword to kill a few skeletons rushing towards him, his heart suddenly became cold!
Chapter completed!