In the singing, the night wind gradually became sweet.

While singing soft songs, the geniuses observed Song Qianji with cold and sticky eyes, calmly evaluating the danger level of this new monk.

The spirit and charm like to eat the flesh and blood of monks, but they are close to others, cunning and suspicious, and are not only instinctive low-level monsters. At first sight, he broke the protective array and did not approach him for a moment.

"He is not the person he used to be." The beautiful voice of his speech was sharp and thin, like long nails sliding across the solid ice surface. "Look at his eyes, he is not afraid of us."

After the protective array was broken, there was a remaining array material and the array base. Song Qianji used a long knife to pick out what could be used, and then added a few of them in Xian Jianchen's storage bags. He pieced together and set up a new array.

A rough voice sounded from behind: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Song is a formation master. The formation seems to be about to break. I am worried that it will not last for two days. Now there is a fellow Taoist repairing the protective cover, so we don't have to be idle."

"Understand more." Song Qianji looked back. In addition to the casual cultivator who was talking, a family came to worship, two female cultivators of the Immortal Yin Sect, and two female cultivators of the Huaxi Sect, a total of six.

The six people greeted Song Qianji, but after introducing themselves, they looked coldly at each other.

Originally, they didn't need to introduce it anymore. Apart from the two Xianyin Sect, he had already had some dealings with these people in his previous life.

The highest level is the worship of aristocratic families. In the late stage of the Nascent Soul, with long eyebrows and long beards, a sallow complexion, and his natal magic weapon is a black and white mace. He is old and proud of his identity, calling himself "Old Zheng". Song Qianji called him "Old Zheng" in his previous life.

The cultivator was a black-faced man, as strong as a cow, speaking roughly and using a purple gold axe. There were four people named Liu in the cultivator team, and Song Qianji could not tell the name and called him "Liu ‌".

Two female cultivators from the Huaxi Sect were combed in double buns, one wearing rouge red and the other wearing willow green. They were twin sisters. The sister was called Yin Zhu and Hanbi. They used the same soft sword and practiced the same technique, and Song Qianji could only distinguish the two by the color of his clothes.

The remaining two Xianyinmen wore plain dresses and Mili, and only then did they hear one of them call themselves Muxia.

The other person was tall and thin, and was silent when he was introduced by his junior sister. Finally, he only said his name: "He Yun".

Song Qianji was stunned. Someone in the female cultivator of the Xianyin Sect was willing to use such a simple name?

The aristocratic family worshiper Lao Zheng was knowledgeable and stroked his long beard: "I don't think this formation is like the original protective formation, but is it a trapped formation?"

"‌ is a maze-shaped trapping array, but the range is not large..." Before Song Qianji finished speaking, the Jingmei on the four-sided hill could no longer bear it and launched the first round of attack.

Hundreds of genius charming feet left the ground, their black hair fluttered, like a black cloud covering the sky and the moonlight, flying towards the ice cave.

Everyone surrounded Song Qianji, and his face was quite calm.

They can support this time, each with their own means to resist the illusion of the charming singing, as long as they do not fight these things head-on...

"Ah!" Liu yelled bitterly, "Where did it come out!"

The pale and weird beauty's face was suddenly close at hand, and her nails that were longer than an inch were almost cut through his eyelids. He swung the axe and was still torn apart by Jing Mei, and his right arm was left with a bone-stricken wound, bleeding.

Another spirit pounced on him in search of the smell of blood, but was knocked away by the black scabbard.

Song Qianji said: "Be careful, hundreds of people are there, and there are always a few people who accidentally find the exit of the maze."

Old Zheng summoned out his two maces and said angrily: "This is not called a large range, this is not a range at all!"

"Since the formation is not responsible," Liu 's eyes rolled, "Thank you for a while, I'll quickly invite the Midnight Courtyard Supervisor!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Seeing the Jingmei rushing in continuously, who wants to stay here to die?

Only one person can fight them.

Midnight Manjushri ‌ is a powerful combat power far beyond others, and has been fighting alone.

Even if the Nascent Soul worshiper who is in the same realm as him, he dare not say that he can survive twenty moves under him. This is even more unwilling to fight side by side with him, and he seems not as good as a young man.

The stronger he is, the more useless others feel. The more speechless he is, the more sense others feel that it is right.

In addition, his face was too pale and his face was expressionless all year round. Even if he was seriously injured, the people around him could not see any changes in him.

Now most of the people in the cave are waiting for him to properly recuperate and lead everyone out of the siege.

Song Qianji said softly and said regretfully: "Good idea. It's a pity that it's too late."

He waved the black scabbard and raised his sword and fell: "I said I understand a little, but I just don't have good knowledge. I wanted to set up a trapping array, but I didn't know that after this array was locked, I could enter or leave."

"Song Xun, what do you mean?" Liu swears, "Do you want to kill us?"

If it weren't for the entanglement of Jingmei, his axe would have chopped towards Song Xun.

Huaxi sent two female cultivators to pull out the accessories on their waists and turn them into two silver-toned soft swords.

Yin Zhu said: "If he wants to harm you, how could he be here too. The most urgent thing is to find a way to go out and contact fellow Taoist Midnight."

Hanbi said: "Fellow Daoist Song is the one who sets up the formation, so there must be a way to withdraw the formation."

This trapping array completely covers the entrance of the cave. If you want to enter the cave, you must break through the formation.

‌Seven people were in the formation again, and were the first to be attacked.

The spirit of the monk who has been more than a thousand years old is the top hunter in the secret realm. The black hair hanging down is as tough as a snake, which can break the neck of a monk; the sharp teeth can bite the bones tempered by the monk, and the long nails are like swords, which can tear paper and tear the robes embroidered with runes.

Song Qianji said: "There are still constant changes in the labyrinth surrounding the center of this formation. The spirit has entered the formation and surrounded us heavily. If we withdraw the formation..." He didn't need to finish.

——How to fight out after removing the formation?

The female cultivator of Huaxi Sect no longer spoke. The two stood back to back, swinging the soft swords so tightly that they could not be airtight, supporting a semicircular sword light barrier.

"You will die when you go out." Liu swears, "It's just a few minutes to die later!"

Others were aroused by this statement and no longer hid their own personal information. They summoned out their own magic weapons and attacked the talisman and threw them out.

I just wanted to delay for a while, praying that Manjushri would not be at ease and come out to check it out.

For a moment, there was a burst of explosions and a colorful light.

"There is another way," said Song Qianji.

"Then what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to visit my grave?" Liu ‌ shouted.

"Let me ask fellow Taoist for advice." Mu Xia stood beside her fellow disciple He Yun, with countless protective talismans on her body, just caring about avoiding in a mess.

Liu ‌ caught a glimpse of such a rich fortune and was immediately jealous.

A white silk in He Yun's hand flew in the air to resist the attack of the spirit. But this was not her natal magic weapon, which made her look a little stiff.

"This array is called the 'Beidou Trap Killing Formation', which can be trapped or killed, but there were only a few missing formations, so the killing formation was difficult to achieve. We happened to have seven people. According to my arrangement, each of the seven star positions will be one person to press the formation. In cooperation with the changes in my formation, the power can be increased by seven times. It should be no problem to support this until dawn." Song Qianji said.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Yin Zhu smiled and said, "Did you have this good idea, why don't you tell me earlier!"

"After forming a killing formation, the seven people's auras were connected, and their power doubled, but they were all injured." Song Qianji said.

Liu snatched: "I just know that there is no free midnight snack in the world. That's better than waiting for death."

Lao Zheng said: "We are trapped here together tonight, and we have long been grasshoppers on the same boat."

He Yun said: "My Immortal Yin Sect is here, I would like to listen to the orders of fellow Taoists."

When Hanbi heard her "indifferent and solemn" tone, she felt artificial and got goosebumps: "Don't talk nonsense anymore, the way to fight for life is important."

"Then let's try it." Song Qianji said, "Fellow Daoist Liu is the throne of Tianshu, Fairy Yin Zhu is the throne of Tianxuan, Fairy Hanbi is the throne of Tianji, I am the throne of Tianquan, Friend Zheng is the throne of Yuheng, and the two fairies of Xianyin Sect, respectively, Kaiyang and Yaoguang are the throne of each, how about?"

The others said, and Lao Zheng shouted: "Fellow Daoist Song, I have learned the formation poorly, but the stars are good at counting. I have the highest cultivation level. When I am at the junction of the Beidou Kui handle, the most important and dangerous position of Tianquan. The two fairies in the Xianyin Sect are mainly engaged in music, and they have the weakest combat power and should be placed separately. The Snow Blade in your hand has the most killing power, and they should be the most important and dangerous position of the Star Yuheng position..."

When everyone heard this, they knew it very well.

He Yun said: "Fellow Daoist Song should consider how to become the strongest formation. We should not worry about our relationship with each other! I would like to stand in the neighboring position with two fellow Taoists of Huaxi Sect."

Yin Zhu said: "It depends on whether it is life or death. Our Huaxi Sect is willing to work together with the Xianyin Sect to fight the enemy."

"Okay." Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief and re-arranged his position.

The seven people were like birds flying into the forest, each standing still.

The aura in the formation flows, and the seven places are shining, like stars flashing, and the pressure on each person is suddenly reduced.

Mu Xia sent a voice from the air and said, "Senior Sister, this matter is strange. Why is it so coincidental that we were injured and both were injured. Did he deliberately do it?"

He Yun looked at Song Xun's back: "How did he know that we would come to seven people? If he set up this formation, if he intends to harm others, he can put himself outside the formation."

Song Qianji did not lie.

A few people come tonight, what kind of formation is here? He can adjust and change the formation at any time.

Without the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation, there are "eight-door golden locks, nine-character chains, ten-sided Rakshasa". Even if twenty people come, he can arrange them clearly.

Unless the opponent's formation is better than him, his plan will not be disrupted.

As for those who are really better than him, they are still drinking life-extending medicine in Ziyun Temple.

The good times did not last long, and more and more charms poured into the formation, and the seven people were sweating in cold sweat.

He Yun suddenly heard the sound of Song Qianji, but not to himself, but to cultivators from other star positions.

He was actually guiding them in the fighting skills.

The morale of other stars has been greatly boosted, and it is like a tiger's wings.

In this way, the two weakest drags are where the Xianyin Sect is located.

He Yun frowned slightly.

If they survived this night and waited for these people to return, they would teach their fellow students the gains, and everyone would rush to enter the formation to watch.

If this continues, the only thing that can be found is the Xianyin Sect.

I don’t know how to live or die tonight, but she thought deeply and thought about the situation that would change a few days later.
To be continued...