In the courtyard, yin energy rose and covered the surroundings. The sound outside the courtyard became smaller and smaller, as if it was isolating the place.

Sun Lingtong is short, looks like a three-year-old child, has short black and shiny hair, big eyes, distinct black and white, with fleshy cheeks, tender and smooth skin.

He was besieged in the middle of the courtyard.

In front and behind him, there was a black-clothed demon cultivator, a triangular eye and a hooked nose.

On the right side of Sun Lingtong, a shadow was like a living thing, condensed on one side of the courtyard wall.

In the shadow wrap, Han Ming looms.

Her face was beautiful, but she was covered in a blue-gray color. Her expression was too resentful and angry, which made her look particularly hideous.

"The situation is unfavorable." Sun Lingtong thought to herself.

He could clearly feel that the isolation between himself and his surroundings was like a clear world in the past, suddenly a layer of rough glass was separated by.

With this feeling, Sun Lingtong knew that he had fallen into a formation.

The reason why the formation does not appear is entirely because the opponent does not suppress it.

"The enemy is three and one, and they are all in the foundation building stage." Sun Lingtong observed the two black-clothed demon cultivators in front and behind, as well as Han Ming in the corner.

His eyes quickly glanced at Han Ming, and when he glanced at her, he paused on her.

"Han Ming has the talented Yin Zi Qi!"

"Most of her body has become zombies, and normal attacks do not work for her."

Sun Lingtong was calculating in her heart, but on the surface she looked anxious: "Wait, everyone, don't be excited!"

"I am a disciple of Bukong Sect. You should think about the consequences of taking action."

"If I die in your hands, there will be a mark left. You must think clearly about the revenge of Bukongmen in the future."

The two black-clothed demon cultivators had no expression on their faces, and Han Ming gritted his teeth: "Worry about the revenge of Bukong Sect? You were fooled by me before, weren't you afraid of the revenge of Soul-Devouring Sect?"

Sun Lingtong hurriedly said, "I don't have any secrets, this is not my intention."

"Who asked the drooler to offer a high price, it's too undeniable!"

"That black smoke that was obsessed with you was not my place. It was a slut. The person who imprisoned you and insulted you was also a slut. Come and look for him!"

"We are not enemies, I also use money to do things."

"As long as you give money, I will be your comrade-in-arms."

"Comrade-in-arms?!" Han Ming raised his tone, his face full of sarcasm and disdain, "Do you think I'll be there for the same time?"

"I still want money?"

"Haha, are you not having eyes and can't see the current situation?"

"Forget it, kill you and get the soul to search, the same is true!"

"move……"

"Let's go!" Sun Lingtong shouted, "I know you have set up a formation, but you have to figure it out."

"This is Huoshixian City!"

"The magic array you have arranged will inevitably arouse the reaction of the immortal array. How long can it last?"

"I am trapped in the magic circle and can't leave. I will definitely fight you hard."

"In this way, wouldn't that old guy named Chu Dunke die of laughter?"

"Let's sit down and have a good talk. There is no need to beat people to death."

Sun Lingtong advised her kindly.

On weekdays, his words might have had some effect. But now, after Meng Kui Shi sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight, the fortune field had already affected everyone present.

Han Ming stopped shouting: "He is delaying time and taking action!"

As she said, she made seals with her hands, opened her mouth and spit out a black and gray wind.

Hand seal, body seal, heart seal.

This is one of the main means of assisting spell casting in the world of cultivation.

Two black-clothed demon cultivators also cast the same spell and blew out two other yin winds.

The cold wind seemed slow and fast, coming from three directions, about to surround Sun Lingtong.

As soon as Sun Lingtong urged his magic power, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already reached the courtyard wall on the left.

The cold wind blew into the sky, forming a whirlwind, and continued to chase Sun Lingtong.

This is the benefit of being a teacher from the same school.

All three of them are majoring in the Soul-Devouring Art. Even if each of them has personal traits and is different, their essence is similar. This allows their spells to be blended briefly, rather than violently consumed.

Sun Lingtong tried to jump out of the courtyard wall, but suddenly the yin energy roared in front of her, the ground cracked, and the rolling wind rushed out of the crack.

The Yin wind was soaring, rushing straight into the air, forming a Yin wind wall that was as thick as five or six feet and two feet high.

There is more than one wall of the Yin wind. After the next breath, the courtyard walls are washed down and replaced by the violently blowing black and gray Yin wind.

"In my Yinfeng Bucket Narrow Array, Sun Lingtong, where else do you want to go?" The Eagle-Hooked Nose Demon Cultivator laughed smugly.

There was no way ahead of Sun Lingtong, and a whirlwind of cold whirlwind blew behind her.

He cursed, stretched out his five fingers with his left hand, and pinched his fingers to form a handprint.

The next moment, he spread his left hand evenly and formed a ball of lightning in the palm of his left hand.

Thunder in the palm!

boom.

With a loud bang, the lightning broke through the cold wind.

But the triangular eye demon cultivator's fine needle artifact came in the chaos and quietly pricked the back of Sun Lingtong's head.

If he is stabbed in, Sun Lingtong will be seriously injured even if he is not dead.

At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes flashed with a bright light, and she turned around suddenly, her eyes locked in the thin needle tool.

He had just used the thunder technique in his left hand and could not use it, so he reached into his arms with his right hand and threw out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief flew out and wrapped the thin needle instrument.

Sun Lingtong laughed, jumped gently, grabbed the handkerchief with his right hand, and wrapped it in a thin needle.

The triangular eye demon cultivator suddenly changed color.

He activates his magic power crazily, consuming his divine consciousness, and wants to summon the fine needle tool back. But after wrapping the handkerchief, his sense of the fine needle tool was reduced by half. When Sun Lingtong grabbed it, the triangular eye demon cultivator could hardly sense the fine needle.

The demon cultivator was shocked and recognized: "Bukongmen, treasure trapping technique!"

The slim needle entered the final stage of the crazy struggle in the handkerchief, Sun Lingtong was about to succeed, and Han Ming rushed over.

"Save it!" Han Ming's movements were stiff, but his speed was extremely fast. He opened his fingers wide and grabbed Sun Lingtong.

Her fingernails were extremely sharp, black and purple, and ten sharp lights and shadows were drawn in the air, and the fishy and sweet aura was even more piercing.

Sun Lingtong's hair was blown up, and he quickly let go, abandoned the fine needles and handkerchiefs, and burst backwards.

A fine needle and a handkerchief fell to the ground.

Han Ming was ruthless and wanted to take revenge on Sun Lie at the beginning. Before, Sun Lingtong was so angry that she hated this disciple of Bukong Sect. She followed Sun Lingtong's vital points.

Sun Lingtong retreated again and again, not daring to repel his sharpness.

Relying on his talent, Han Ming also practiced the great method of immortal corpse and birth, which was also considered a physical cultivation.

Sun Lingtong practiced the Bukong Sect's martial arts, and was successful in building foundations and majored in the divine sea. In the middle dantian Qi sea, the lower dantian Jing sea is not as good as the upper dantian.

Han Ming kept getting close, fully exerting the power of the zombie body, and was cruel and vicious.

Sun Lingtong dodged left and right, and her figure was extremely agile. She was obviously far inferior to Han Ming, but she could maintain the situation.

The two black-clothed demon cultivators of the Soul-Devouring Sect who were watching gradually saw the clues.

"Sun Lingtong has very rich practical experience!"

"Han Ming has a great advantage, but he is not proficient in martial arts and has only an advantage, but he cannot establish a winning momentum in a short period of time."

"Help her!"

The two reached a consensus through voice transmission.

The eagle hook nose activated the narrow array of Yinfeng barrels, causing the Yinfeng wall to squeeze.

The Triangle Eye recalled the fine needle instrument, and in turn collected Sun Lingtong's handkerchief instrument, urging him to enlighten his divine thoughts again.

The thin needle flew out, circled in one direction, cooperated with Han Ming, and stabbed Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong was attacked by three people, and was struggling. He was first stabbed by a thin needle several times, and his body protection spell almost collapsed. He was then grabbed by Han Ming's nails, and after being poisoned, he quickly swallowed the pills.

Finally, the Yinfeng wall squeezed over, and Sun Lingtong finally successfully cast the spell.

The technique of passing through the air.
To be continued...