Take my luck yesterday?Today, I am cultivating immortals and leading my sect to fly.

Xianmeng.

The formation has been running for more than half a month, and the faces of the elders responsible for guarding the exit of the formation have shown obvious signs of fatigue. However, the fact that the formation has not stopped means that the remnant soul of the Demon Lord has not been completely refined.

It's just a body with a broken soul, but it can hold up to this point. Qiong Ming is far more difficult to deal with than they imagined. It's no wonder that he was able to command the demon army three hundred years ago.

Several elders and heads of various sects responsible for guarding the formation sat cross-legged in mid-air, holding their own magical weapons. The magical weapons condensed spiritual power into the formation, imprisoning them, and dazzling beams of light followed. The passage of time also gradually becomes bleak.

Qiao Xiangxun was located at the front of the crowd, and he input the most powerful spiritual power into the formation, but his face was also the palest among the others.

Being trapped in the formation and unable to accurately perceive the changes in time outside, Qiao Xiangxun, as the leader of the alliance, has been worried these days. He is not only worried about Ruan Li and others who are far away in the Wuxu Realm, but also worried about the group of people he went down the mountain to experience. The disciples of the Immortal Alliance deliberately moved away for no reason.

What worries him the most is undoubtedly the temporarily trapped remnant soul of the Demon Lord. If this remnant soul cannot be completely refined within a month, I'm afraid——

"The ally..."

The head of the Body Refining Sect, Luo Maoyuan, suddenly spoke out, with a dark evil aura between his brows, and the hand holding his natal magical weapon tightened uncontrollably. At the same time, he was still suffering from the sudden contraction of his Dantian that ordinary people could not understand. The spiritual power within the body is on the verge of collapse.

The one closest to him was Yue Lingshan, the head of the Hehuan Sect. She was the first to notice something strange about Luo Maoyuan. She realized almost instantly that something was wrong, and reacted very quickly to draw out a stream of spiritual power to temporarily stabilize the person Luo Maoyuan was responsible for. She was about to leave her mouth, but her face suddenly changed as she moved, and the spiritual power in her dantian drained rapidly, and she was actually out of control at all!

"Qiang! Qiang!" With two sounds, Luo Maoyuan and Yue Lingshan's magical weapons instantly exploded into countless fragments. The two of them were knocked out by the strong impact, and their figures fell to the ground silently like kites with broken strings. At the same moment, originally, A loophole suddenly appeared in the impregnable formation, and cracks appeared in the light column-shaped prison in the center——

Qiao Xiangxun made a decisive decision and quickly withdrew his hand. He held his natal sword with his backhand and swung the sword fiercely at the light pillar. The rising wind and waves surged like a mad tide and swallowed up the light pillar in an instant.

He did not dare to relax at all and shouted in a low voice to the remaining people, "Follow me to make up the formation!"

This formation has the effect of refining the soul. It was modified by Qiao Xiangxun from a large killing formation in ancient books. Several of the defensive positions are also specially set according to the number of people. Once someone is missing, the formation must be changed in time to fill the position. , otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

The few people couldn't care about the accidents of Yue Lingshan and Luo Maoyuan, and didn't even have the energy to think about why they suddenly made such an omission. The few people quickly changed their bodies and moved around, trying to make up for the two lost exits - but it was too late.

Qiao Xiangxun's sword intent dissipated between the heaven and the earth, and the turmoil it set off instantly subsided, as if it was swallowed up by an invisible giant mouth, and the world suddenly fell into an icy silence.

The sword body trembled slightly, and Qiao Xiangxun looked at it with an eyebrow. The beam of light they had struggled to maintain for half a month had cracked into pieces. The dark fires were flashing like butterfly wings, and they gathered around to welcome their final return - "Qi "Feng" slowly raised his head, revealing a half-melted face like a candle, resembling a ghost face.

"Ho ho." His throat seemed to melt at the same time, and his voice was hoarse and vague, revealing an indescribable strangeness and coldness.

Qiao Xiangxun's hand holding the sword was almost unconscious, and his voice was low as if it was about to sink to the ground, "... Qiong Ming."

"Qi Feng's" face with blurred features was like a piece of tissue paper. After he made a sound, it fell lightly, and was replaced by a fierce and sinister face. Qiong Ming stretched his limbs, His body suddenly stretched and changed, completely transforming into the Demon Lord Qiong Ming that Qiao Xiangxun had seen before.    He is really back.

The formation that lasted for half a month failed to completely refine the remaining soul of the Demon Lord, but it allowed him to refine the layer of "skin" belonging to Qi Feng. This also means that Qiong Ming does not need to be confined to Qi Feng's body now. Relying on his cultivation, Qiong Ming was able to exert six percent of his strength in his lifetime with his remnant soul.

How could this be?

This soul refining formation was clearly used to weaken Qiong Ming, so how could it actually make his remaining soul stronger?

"Are you surprised?" Qiong Ming moved his neck. He had been parasitic in Qi Feng's body for a long time, and he almost forgot what he looked like. It had been a long time coming.

"Qiao Xiangxun," Qiong Ming looked at him with contempt, looking at him like an ant, "Hongmeng and hundreds of people above you can't do anything to me. Do you think you can refine this deity with just one formation?"

He smiled abruptly, "You are far worse than Wei Changji."

Qiao Xiangxun's hand holding the sword trembled almost imperceptibly, and said harshly, "Shut up, you don't deserve to mention Hongmeng, let alone my senior brother."

"Ha," Qiong Ming laughed briefly, with great interest, "When it comes to Wei Changji, his cultivation level is not as high as yours now. He is lucky enough to be able to enter reincarnation with his original soul."

When the soul is intact, the soul must be dispersed before reincarnation. However, Wei Min's appearance is [-]% or [-]% similar to that of his previous life. This is because he entered reincarnation with his original soul, so even the memories and talents of his previous life are included. Brought over.

Qiong Ming recognized Wei Min when he saw him from Qi Feng's perspective. However, Wei Min in this life had not had time to fully grow up. Compared with Wei Changji in the previous life, he was too immature, and Qiong Ming had already developed more skills. Those who are interested pay very little attention to him.

Everyone except Qiao Xiangxun was a little surprised when they heard this. They had all heard of the name "Taojun Changji", but Wei Changji had already died in the battle between immortals and demons, and they had no chance to get it. Seeing this talented Taoist master, he couldn't recognize Wei Min. Now he heard Qiong Ming's words and was a little confused.

Taoist Lord Changji was reincarnated as his original soul?

Under Qiong Ming's provocative and contemptuous gaze, Qiao Xiangxun slowly raised his sword, "Qiong Ming, your opponent now is me."

The tip of the sword passed by lightly, and the majestic sword energy enveloped Qiong Ming airtightly. Qiao Xiangxun followed the move of the sword and approached Qiong Ming under the cover of several elders, leaving a deep streak on his shoulder. Deep bloodstains.

There was no need for Qiao Xiangxun to say anything else. Several elders and the leader cooperated tacitly, and flew over with magical weapons in hand, like a siege.

Qiong Ming snorted coldly, even if he was only seven-tenths of the strength in his previous life, these elders and sect masters who grew up in an era of thin spiritual veins would not be his opponents.

He slowly raised his hand, closed his fingers, and a sky-opening ax appeared in his palm. This magical weapon reappeared after three hundred days, and it was even stained with the blood of the monks from a hundred years ago.

There’s another chapter coming later! I was shocked by my hand speed...