Gods: Start with Goblins

The runes on the edge of the Black Turtle Formation suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light, and three eerie white skulls of monsters emerged from the surging miasma at the bottom of the cliff.

The blue bricks under Monk Murong's knees had already cracked into spider webs, and his fingers holding the formation flag sank deeply into his palms.

The large flag with the Chinese character "Han" was turning into black ash under the erosion of the miasma. When the ghost-faced jade beads on the waists of the young men in brocade clothes all turned towards the gap in the formation diagram, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded from the crowd:

"It's already this late and you're still hiding it!"

The owner of the shout was a Taoist priest wearing black scale armor and with a dark eyepiece embedded in his left eye. As he turned and looked around, the blood-red light in the mirror swept across every face like a knife.

He had twelve mourning sticks in a leather bag on his waist, and the top of each stick was painted with a hideous skull in cinnabar.

This is clearly Yinshan
The attire of the law enforcement officer of the Twelve Palaces.

"You were the ones who were crying out to your parents to set up the formation just now, and now you are the ones who are pretending to be deaf and dumb!"

The Taoist reached out and grabbed the green-robed monk closest to him, and seven low-grade spirit stones fell out of his clothes.

"Do you think I'm blind?
The pattern on the Qiankun bag on your waist is clearly the offering embroidery pattern of Wanbao Pavilion.

At least give me another 500 spirit stones! "

The monk in green robes was so frightened that his face turned pale, and a fishy smell suddenly seeped out of his trouser legs:
"I,

I gave it to you..."

"You know clearly whether you have given it or not!"

The Taoist suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing a blood-red symbol tattooed on his chest.

This is the "treasure hiding secret" that can conceal the spiritual stone.

"The secret soul-searching method of the Twelve Palaces of Yinshan is not to be trifled with!
"The Taoist priest grinned and pressed the mourning stick on his forehead.
Two green rays suddenly shot out from the stick-head skull's eyes.

Monk Murong suddenly coughed up a ball of golden blood. The backlash from the good corpse blurred his vision, but he could hear the screams of the wandering cultivators one after another.

The man in indigo clothes in the southeast corner who had handed over fifty spirit stones was being pinned to the ground by three people.

Someone pried open his back teeth and pulled out a wax ball from between them.

There are three medium-grade spirit stones hidden inside.

"I'm saving it for the coffin board..."

The man whimpered like a trapped animal, but his mouth was blocked and he was dragged to the edge of the cliff.

Monk Murong wanted to speak but was stopped by Master Han. The other party's ghost-faced jade pendant glowed strangely red in the miasma:

"Brother Murong, you should take care of yourself. Your good corpse essence is almost burned out."

The pile of spiritual stones in the center of the formation suddenly collapsed, revealing three withered skeletons sitting cross-legged underneath.

They were actually the foundation-building monks who died in their early years. Their finger bones still maintained the posture of pinching the seals.
The jade slips scattered in the lapel were engraved with the emblem of "Xuan Tian Zong".

"Did you see it?" The Taoist priest raised the jade slip and scanned the crowd with his sharp eyepiece.
"They planned this a hundred years ago, and now even their bones are being used as stepping stones by us!"

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd. The purple-robed female cultivator in the northwest corner suddenly threw out seven scimitars, and the blade lights formed a net and covered a fat man:
"What's that sewn into your belt?"

Wherever the blade passed, the golden thread burst, and twenty spirit stones engraved with "Tianbao Trading Company" fell out with a clang.

The scratching sounds of the monsters outside the cliff suddenly became as dense as a rainstorm, and the shadow of the Black Tortoise on the Black Turtle Formation began to turn transparent.

Monk Murong struggled to stand up and found that seven pairs of scarlet beast eyes emerged from the miasma. In the depths of each pair of pupils, there was a figure holding an axe.

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It was obvious that the mountain patrol officer who guarded the mountain was about to show up.

“Stop it!”

The Confucian scholar who was setting up the battle formation suddenly tore off his Taoist robe.
Revealing the blood-colored runes crawling all over his back,
“If there’s any more internal fighting, we’ll all die!
Give me the last half an incense stick of time, those who haven't paid enough..."

Before he could finish his words, the Taoist priest suddenly stabbed him in the back with his mourning stick, and the skull eye on the stick head shone with greedy green light:
"If you don't pay enough, you will be fed to the miasma beast!"

Monk Murong suddenly felt his storage bag getting hot, and the jade token he took out began to melt.

He was surprised to find his father's handwriting on the back of the jade token:
"If you see the remnants of Xuantian's formation, quickly open the Murong family's secret vault."

But at this time, the shouts and cries of the three thousand monks had surged like a tide, and the seven pairs of beast eyes at the bottom of the cliff suddenly emitted dark blue flames several feet high.

"Clang!"

The ebony door of the dilapidated temple was shaking violently. The mountain breeze mixed with the spiritual rain carried the boiling anger of the crowd and blew the broken incense ashes on the altar into all directions.

The seven-foot-tall bronze cauldron hummed in the fluctuations of spiritual energy. The blood of spiritual beasts that was supposed to be contained in the cauldron had long been burned up as fuel, and now reflected hundreds of distorted faces.

"You rats!"

The elder of the Thunder Fire Sect, whose hair and beard were all red, slammed the black iron token heavily on the bluestone brick.

The two characters "Law Enforcement" on the token suddenly burst into golden light.
"When all the monks in the northern border are working hard for the mountain protection formation, you are doing well!

How dare you do such a dirty thing when sacrificing spiritual stones! "

Before he finished speaking, Wang Er, who was kneeling in the southeast corner, suddenly began to twitch all over.

This unprepossessing Foundation Establishment cultivator was complacently mixing three low-grade spirit stones in the corner of his storage bag half an hour ago.

At this moment, dark water stains had appeared in the crotch of his pants, and the fishy smell became more pungent in the closed hall.

"Brother Wang, don't be afraid. They must be bluffing..."

Li Siqiang, who was wearing an indigo Taoist robe, tried to remain calm, but his hands, which were holding the red sandalwood Buddhist beads, made the beads creak.

Behind the two men were seven or eight monks with the same pale faces.

Among them, the oriental pearl on the golden hairpin in the hair of one of the female monks was shaking uncontrollably, reflecting tiny white lights under the candlelight.

“Bluff?”

The elder of the Thunder Fire Sect suddenly sneered, and where his wide sleeves passed, the unburned blood flames in the cauldron suddenly surged three feet.
"Do you really think that I can't see the blood in your storage bags?
Every spiritual stone is soaked with the blood of the disciples who guard the formation, but you guys just use some waste stones from street stalls to make up the numbers! "

Before he finished speaking, he put his fingers together like a sword and slashed in the air, and the collar of Master Zhao Wu, who was kneeling in the front, was torn instantly.

Amid the sound of people gasping for air, a gray stone fell out of the Jindan monk's arms.

Although there is spiritual energy flowing on the surface, the mottled lines are clearly stained with the smell of vulgarity.

"My spiritual stones have all been eaten by you worms!"

A hoarse voice suddenly broke out from the crowd, and a one-eyed monk suddenly stood up, and the thirty-six animal bone bells on his waist jingled.
"The other day, my son lost half of his cultivation in the center of the formation due to the evil spirit, and you fell here..."

"Shut up!" Taoist Xuanxiao, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He swept the whisk in his hand lightly, and the entire hall was instantly covered with seven layers of ice.

Everyone felt their throats tighten, and even their breathing was chilling.

When this powerful Tribulation Crossing Stage master's gaze swept over the crowd, Wang Er suddenly made a strange gurgling sound in his throat, and actually shook out a spiritual stone with body temperature from his sleeve.

"The Taoist is wise!
It was the villain who was blinded by his own greed... "

Before he could finish his words, Li Si suddenly jumped up and turned the storage bag in his arms upside down.

Amidst the sound of the falling spirit stone, there was unexpectedly a fragment of a magical weapon emitting a green glow:

"I am willing to present the family heirloom Jade Water Mirror to you!"

This was like a series of dominoes falling down, and suddenly, in the corners, there was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

Someone trembled and took off the jade pendant from his waist.

Someone hurriedly pulled out the hairpin from her hair.

There was even a fat man who was so embarrassed that he held out a spinning Bagua stove:
"This is what I bought with an 800-year-old purple cloud fungus..."

“Are you scared now?”

The elder of the Thunder Fire Sect sneered at the magic weapons scattered on the ground.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have done it in the first place!"

Twelve immortal-binding ropes flew out from his sleeves, tying up those who tried to use miscellaneous objects to block the spirit stones one by one, like dumplings.

When a monk was hung upside down in the air, half a piece of spiritual marrow that he had gnawed suddenly fell out of his arms, causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

Daoist Xuan Xiao had no interest in these farces. He swept his eyes through everyone's storage bags:
"last chance."

Before he could finish his words, the yellow-shirted female cultivator kneeling in the corner suddenly screamed and pulled off her hairband, revealing three high-quality spirit stones disguised with spiritual power hidden in her black hair.

This sudden change made everyone gasp and even the ice edges made slight cracking sounds.

“Master Dao, spare my life!
It was Senior Brother Liu who taught me to do this! "The female cultivator cried bitterly, her fingertips pointing directly at the green-robed cultivator in the crowd.

The latter turned pale and was about to argue, but he saw Taoist Xuanxiao suddenly pointed his fingers towards the sky, and seven white bones fell from the beams of the entire hall.

There were tattered pieces of clothing hanging on those bones, clearly those of the guarding disciples who had "died accidentally" a few days ago.

"Now."

Daojun's voice was wrapped in a thousand-year-old ice, "Is there anyone else who wants to test my patience?"

Originally, in this vast corner of the cultivation world, everyone had only raised 70,000 to 80,000 spirit stones.
These spirit stones were already a considerable number in the eyes of everyone, enough to meet some daily training needs and the construction of small formations.

However, things are unpredictable. Just when everyone thought that this was all, a sudden change caused a drastic change in the number of spirit stones.

I saw an elder dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a dignified face walking out slowly. In his hand, he held a storage ring that was shining with strange light. The ring seemed to contain endless mysteries.

The elder coughed lightly, his voice was deep and powerful, penetrating the minds of everyone present:
"Everyone, I am fortunate to have received generous help from an anonymous senior. The number of our spirit stones will no longer be limited to the original 70,000 or 80,000."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the ring gently.
Suddenly, brilliant rays of light flew out from the ring and transformed into crystal clear spirit stones that fell like a meteor shower, instantly filling the entire square.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes full of disbelief. Originally, there were only 70,000 or 80,000 spirit stones.

At this moment, it suddenly surged like a tide and directly jumped to 150,000 spirit stones!
This sudden change really shocked the 3,000 people present speechless.

Some people opened their mouths wide but couldn't utter a word for a long time;

Some people opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to engrave this scene in their hearts forever;

Others were so angry that they were jumping up and down, muttering to themselves:
"what on earth is it?

We struggled so hard to gather so little before, but now there are so many more. You can imagine how many people have been hiding some and not handing over the spirit stones!"

In the crowd, an old man with white hair and beard was filled with emotion. He stroked his long beard and sighed:
"I have seen a lot of things in the world. I have traveled all over the country for many years, but I have never seen a scene where 150,000 spirit stones are used to build an array formation. This is really too extravagant.

In the past, at most I had seen 10,000 spirit stones used to set up some small protective formations, and that was something only some large sects could afford. Small sects were reluctant to even spend 5,000 spirit stones."

A burly man beside him nodded when he heard this, and a rough voice sounded:
"Who says it's not? But this also proves one thing, among our group of people,
Most of them come from large sects with profound foundation. Otherwise, if they only rely on some independent cultivators, they may not be able to collect even 10,000 spirit stones.

But then again, now that we have these 150,000 spirit stones for the ceremony,

It seems that we don’t have to worry about the invasion of millions of monsters anymore. At least we can have a decent defense formation to resist for a while.”

At this time, a young man in a green shirt and with a handsome face stood up. He was playing with a spiritual stone in his hand, with a wise light flashing in his eyes:
“Having said that, we cannot take it lightly.

Although 150,000 spirit stones are a lot, the power of millions of monsters should not be underestimated.

We must plan rationally and use these spirit stones to create the most solid defense line, while also leaving some for emergency use."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

Some people started discussing how to distribute these spirit stones, while others suggested that they should immediately start constructing the formation.
Others were worried about those independent cultivators who had not handed over their spirit stones. They wondered if they would become dissatisfied or even cause trouble secretly.

At this moment, the old man in gorgeous clothes spoke again, his voice steady and powerful:
"Everyone, the spirit stones are in place, and we need to work together to face the next thing.

No matter what grudges we had before, we should put them aside now for our common goal——

Fight against the monsters, defend this land, and fight!"

The problem of the spirit stone had been solved, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But then, another more critical problem was placed before them -

Formation diagram.

A good formation can increase the power of spirit stones by a hundred times, and even achieve unexpected results.

Therefore, selecting the strongest formation has become the most urgent task at present.

"Everyone, we already have the spirit stones, but the formation diagram is even more rare."

The old man in gorgeous clothes stood up again. His voice was steady and powerful, penetrating the minds of everyone present.
“The formation diagram is hard to come by, and is much more precious than spirit stones.

It is a great fortune for ordinary people to get one, and they have to spend a lot of effort to ask the formation master to interpret and arrange it.

But at this moment, in order to resist the invasion of millions of monsters, we must take out the formation diagrams that we have hidden, screen them together, and choose the formation that is most suitable for us to deploy."

When they heard the word "array diagram", everyone shook their heads and looked embarrassed.

Formation diagrams are extremely rare in the world of cultivation. Each one contains endless mysteries and power, and is a treasure that formation masters pursue throughout their lives.

Being able to obtain a formation diagram is already a great opportunity, not to mention being able to share it with others.

"Elder, you also know how precious the formation diagram is to us." (End of this chapter)