Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 325 Breaking the Formation

"What do you mean?!"

"We've been tricked! The disciples from their big sect have no intention of keeping us!"

"Hehe, you claim to be righteous, but in the end you are just a hypocrite!"

"Kill me if you want!" Someone closed his eyes in grief and anger.

However, the expected severe pain did not come - suddenly there were sharp screams from the crowd, and the ropes that bound the immortals broke, leaving some cultivators stunned.

There was a person surrounded by black air, and his skin peeled off like a snake, revealing a demon body with black mist surging inside. The demon desperately rammed into the spiritual net, but the moment it touched the light wire, it made a sizzling sound like a branding iron entering the flesh, and he actually drilled out from the cracks in the mesh!

"This is what I've been waiting for." Wu Feipeng's wide sleeves fluttered, and he had grasped three short flying swords like icy edges between his fingers without knowing when.

When the sword light broke through the air, it was like the Milky Way rolling back. At the moment when the phantom demon drilled into the mirror, it accurately pierced the demon's heart. The demon's body struggled, but turned into ashes before it hit the ground, leaving only the broken mirror that fell to the ground with a clang.

Suddenly, sounds of tearing cloth were heard one after another in the field. Seven or eight "monks" appeared one after another, twisting their bodies and crashing into the cracks in the spiritual network.

The disciples of the Discipline Hall were well prepared. Their flying swords formed a star formation, and their cold lights intertwined like a net between heaven and earth.

Every time a monster escaped, three sword lights would chase it and nail its afterimage to the mirror.

"It turns out that the spiritual net is a sieve..." Yu Shuoyang suddenly chuckled.

The ropes that bound everyone had fallen off on their own at some point.

"The frequency of the light filaments' vibrations caused the phantom demons to resonate, making them feel oppressed and in danger, forcing them to reveal their true form and flee. This is a very clever method used by fellow Daoist Wu."

Yan Zhou brushed off the dust from his clothes and looked at the broken mirrors on the ground thoughtfully: "These mirrors are probably the core of the formation. The phantom demon thought he had used the mirrors to escape, but in fact, Fellow Daoist Wu had already reversed the reality and turned the mirrors into cages to kill the demons."

At this moment, the last phantom demon was trying hard to squeeze through the spiritual net, and half of its body was submerged in the mirror.

Wu Feipeng was neither hurried nor slow. He used his fingers as a sword and drew a golden talisman in the air. The mirror surface suddenly rippled like spring water. The monster that should have escaped into the void was actually "spitted out" and hit the sword that Duan Jiashu was slashing at him.

"Clear the light and identify the shadow, break the illusion and return to the truth——"

When the young swordsman sheathed his sword, the black energy emitted by the demon happened to condense into eight seal characters, which reflected a cold light like frost and snow on the broken mirrors on the ground.

When the last wisp of black smoke dissipated, Wu Feipeng let out a long sigh, turned around and looked at everyone, and said in a gentle tone: "Fellow Taoists, thank you for your hard work. The phantom demon has been eliminated, and everyone can rest assured."

Upon hearing this, everyone showed a look of relief.

Qin Xiao walked up to Wu Feipeng and whispered, "Although your method is a bit overbearing, it is effective."

Wu Feipeng smiled slightly, his eyes still calm: "In extraordinary times, extraordinary things need to be done. Fellow Daoist Qin, thank you for your hard work."

Qin Xiao snorted coldly, but said nothing more.

After Wang Yanzhi stood up, he looked at the debris on the ground and suddenly chuckled: "No wonder they made such a big fuss - this is not catching a demon, it's clearly inviting someone into a trap."

Wu Feipeng smiled without saying a word. The mirror reflected everyone's faces, some of which were enlightened or ashamed, without any trace of gloom.

People who shout that they want to die: "..." This really makes us look stupid.

Those who are shouting for war and killing: Is there any hope if I leave the world of cultivation now?

"Since this is the plan, why do they force us into such an ugly situation?" Some people were dissatisfied with them, as they seemed so unbearable.

Zhang Miao chuckled: "Isn't this good?"

Several teammates looked at Zhang Miao in surprise. They didn't expect that the taciturn captain would speak with a smile on his face.

"The spiritual net screened out demons, and your mutual accusations—" He glanced at a few monks who were avoiding his gaze, "screened out the demons in people's hearts—"

What a poisonous mouth! Looking at Zhang Miao's clothes, some people immediately understood.

Wu Feipeng stood in front of the disciples in the Discipline Hall, his sleeves fluttering and a look of solemnity between his brows.

"Discipline Hall disciples, listen up!"

Wu Feipeng moved quickly. He raised his fingertips slightly, as if picking up a flower, and with a flick of his fingertips, the spirit stone flew out of his sleeve and cut through the sky like a meteor, flying in all directions with a faint spiritual light.

"Set up the formation!"

"Yes!"

Upon seeing this, the disciples dispersed one after another, walking lightly as if walking on the wind.

The disciple who came to receive the spirit stone was agile and he flew up with his toes lightly touching the ground. His body was as fast as a swallow and he turned around with his clothes fluttering. He then took his positions and spread out to catch the flying spirit stones, raising a little dust.

Everyone's eyes were clear - now it was their turn!

The disciples chanted incantations in low voices, their voices were clear and distant, and every word and sentence contained deep spiritual power. As the incantations were recited, the formation gradually took shape, and spiritual light rose from the ground, interweaving into a dazzling web of light.

Wu Feipeng stood at the center of the formation, forming seals with his hands, and his fingertips glowed with light like stars.

He shouted softly: "Formation!"

The disciples who were setting up the formation moved upon hearing the sound.

His fingertips flew, and spiritual power surged out from his dantian, turning into wisps of green smoke that lingered in the formation. The formation was initially formed, and complex runes faintly appeared on the ground. Spiritual light flowed, like a galaxy hanging upside down.

As the light grew brighter, the spiritual light surged like a tide, enveloping the phantom demon's lair.

The spiritual light was like threads, interweaving into a mysterious pattern. Each spiritual stone emitted a faint halo, which echoed with the disciples' spiritual power, forming an invisible barrier.

At the edge of the formation, spiritual light ripples like waves, as if the surface of the water is blown by a light breeze, causing ripples.

Wu Feipeng's eyes were like lightning as he scanned the surroundings. Seeing that the formation was complete, he shouted in a low voice, "The formation is complete!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples concentrated and calmed their breath. The sound of their incantations became lower and deeper, yet more powerful. The spiritual light in the formation gradually condensed, like an invisible mountain, pressing down on the mirror maze, making it impossible for the phantom demons hidden within to escape.

Wu Feipeng stood at the center of the formation, his eyes as sharp as torches, his fingertips flashing with light, as if resonating with the heaven and earth.

He shouted in a low voice: "Formation!"

As his words fell, the spiritual light in the formation suddenly surged, like a galaxy pouring down, dazzling and brilliant.

The runes on the ground seemed to come alive, and as the spiritual light flowed, the complex patterns gradually condensed into a huge pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

In the light column, countless tiny runes can be vaguely seen swimming, like spirit snakes, entwining the light column and circling upwards.

"boom--"

The beam of light shook violently, as if the heaven and earth were trembling.

Then, the top of the light column suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny light threads that spread out in all directions like a dragnet. Each light thread carried a sharp spiritual power that seemed to be able to cut through everything and reach the core of the maze formation.

"attack!"

Wu Feipeng let out a low shout and suddenly moved his fingertips. The light threads tightened instantly, as if a giant net suddenly contracted, locking the entire maze tightly.

Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a piercing scream, and black air surged, as if countless monsters were struggling and roaring.

However, wherever the light went, the black air melted instantly like ice and snow meeting fire. The phantom demons hidden in the black air were penetrated by the light before they could react, and turned into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into nothingness.

"Click——"

With a crisp sound, the maze composed of mirrors seemed unable to withstand the pressure of the light threads. The mirror surface suddenly cracked, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. The black gas in the mirror gushed out frantically, as if it wanted to escape, but was firmly locked by the light threads and unable to break free.

"Break the formation!"

"Yes!"

At Wu Feipeng's command, he clenched his fingertips suddenly, and the light threads suddenly tightened. The towering mirror group finally couldn't hold on and shattered with a loud bang. The lenses flew everywhere, and the runes on the ground gradually dimmed, and the spiritual light dissipated.

The cold light penetrated the broken mirror array and scattered all over the ground. Wu Feipeng stepped on the broken mirror lenses. Where his clothes passed, countless tiny mirror dust rose into the air, reflecting thousands of dazzling light marks under the dust light, as if a galaxy was falling.

Everyone's eyes followed him, and in a trance, Wang Yanzhi seemed to have caught a glimpse of someone's shadow through his back.