The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 249 Heroic Spirits' Wish Power Encounters the Guardians of the Formation

It was only the end of January, and the north wind howled through Chiyang Pass, carrying snowflakes that were biting cold.

On the city wall, Lang Jiuchuan and Gong Qi stood, feeling the aura around them twisting and spinning. They simultaneously made a hand seal to protect themselves, looked around, and then exchanged a glance.

The formation activated, the eight trigrams shifted, and yin and yang reversed.

During the daytime, this formation is a yang formation, which is safe and secure. It not only traps the enemy without killing them, but also poses no threat. However, when the sun sets and night falls, the energy field changes drastically, the nine palaces reverse, and it turns into a yin formation. The world loses its color, gusts of yin wind blow, and even ghosts and gods are terrified.

Lang Jiuchuan turned around and looked at the Bagua City behind him. Inside the low houses, only dim yellow lights showed any signs of life, but it was so quiet that it seemed uninhabited, as if only the two of them existed in this world.

Gong Qi was utterly astonished: "Don't you feel like we're in another world?"

dong dong.

The two froze. The familiar drumbeats reminded them of the scene they had witnessed before: Fu Qi leading the Fu family army to their deaths on fire. They rushed to the city wall and looked out of the city.

One city wall, two worlds.

They witnessed that horrifying scene once again.

"Look closely." Lang Jiuchuan bit his tongue and looked at the stele.

There, it was as if time and space were out of balance, with phantoms appearing one after another, and the colors of the sunset emerging.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the Fu family army lit the fire and charged into the enemy ranks. Their heroic spirit of sacrificing their lives for their country and people became crimson flames, burning their souls. Their loyalty transformed into the most sincere golden light of their vows, intertwining with the purple aura emanating from the monument, and then surging towards the mountain in the north wind.

"This is..." Gong Qi was extremely shocked.

This is different from what he had seen before.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the heroic spirits fade away as their willpower burned, and the golden light also weakened. He couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his heart.

“It’s the power of the heroic spirits.” She almost squeezed the words out from between her teeth, then looked at the location of the mountain in the distance, and quickly calculated with her hands based on her memory.

Gong Qi followed her gaze and saw that the mountain, shrouded in the night mist, resembled a coiled dragon, its head slightly raised, looking down upon the world, and the direction its head was gazing...

It is a monument or pillar.

The purple and gold aspirations intertwined, becoming a dazzling purple-gold color, which surged towards the dragon's body, making it appear as if the dragon was coated with a layer of purple-gold skin.

Gong Qi's face turned pale; this was bad luck.

No, that's not right.

His mind was in a mess; he felt something was wrong, but he dared not think about it too much.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the dragon vein, then turned to look at the city. As the time changed, the eight gates were also reversing, as if the universe were turned upside down. The crimson color resembled a sea of ​​fire in purgatory, with firebirds soaring through the air, leaving those heroic souls nowhere to escape.

The Vermilion Bird burns the heavens, and karmic fire refines the soul.

"Who is there?"

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful wind blade slashed towards Lang Jiuchuan and his group, carrying a fierce and awe-inspiring aura.

Oops.

Lang Jiuchuan abruptly stopped his attack, a metallic taste rising in his throat as he swallowed a mouthful of hot blood. He reacted swiftly to dodge the sharp wind blade, while simultaneously forming a hand seal, unleashing a powerful aura even sharper than the wind blade towards his opponent.

Gong Qi had also come to her senses. Regardless of whether it was a human or a ghost, she tore off the Soul-Locking Chain from her waist and swung it at them.

The opponent seemed not to have expected Lang Jiuchuan and his group to react so quickly and counterattack. With a twist of his body, he leaped into the air, avoiding Gong Qi's soul-locking chains. He swung a bronze bell and chanted, "The sound of the bell is so mesmerizing, it captures the soul without form. Command!" The chanting seemed to come from the heavens, sweeping towards the two from all directions. The bell's sound was bewitching, as sharp as a blade of wind, as if their souls were being forcibly ripped from their bodies.

"It's a soul-capturing spell."

The other party had some kind of magical artifact, but it was like a bell with countless wind chimes hanging from it, and each bell was engraved with a soul-capturing spell, which was intended to capture their souls.

This is indiscriminate, regardless of right or wrong; it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

If that's the case, then it would be impolite not to reciprocate.

Lang Jiuchuan's expression was cold and deep. He took the Emperor Bell from his waist, concentrated his Daoist intent, and transferred it from his palm to the Emperor Bell.

thump.

The powerful sound of the bell, carrying immense force, crashed heavily towards the man. The sound was like thunder and drums shaking the heavens, its momentum like a rainbow, its formidable power capable of shattering one's soul.

"what."

Bang.

The man let out a scream and crashed heavily to the ground. He turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood. He propped himself up on his elbows in horror and looked at the two people who had now revealed themselves: "Who are you?"

He is so young, yet he possesses such formidable cultivation.

When did such a person emerge from the border region of Dadan?
In a battle of magic, it's either the East Wind prevails over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind. Since the opponent used the Soul-Seizing Curse without regard for anything else, Lang Jiuchuan naturally wouldn't hold back either. This move used up 50% of her spiritual power, and her face turned pale.

But they also saw each other's faces clearly.

He was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, and was at least over seventy years old. Beside him was a bronze bell, a proper Taoist ritual implement.

Gong Qi looked warily at the old man lying on the ground, thinking that Lang Jiuchuan had been right again. Could this be the legendary guardian of the formation?
Good grief, they tried to avoid it during the day, but they couldn't avoid it at night. How unlucky!

The old man looked at the ancient imperial bell in Lang Jiuchuan's hand, a strange light flashing in his eyes. Could that magic weapon be a celestial artifact?
Who are these two brats? Could they be from the Xuan Clan? But he's never heard of any family possessing immortal artifacts, not even the Tantai Clan.

He looked around them; there were only the two of them. Could it be...?

Lang Jiuchuan didn't miss the greed in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he still saw the purple-gold vow power surging northward. When he looked at the old man again, he was filled with murderous intent.

They deserve to die!

The old man stood up, took out a pill and swallowed it, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Who are you? How did you get here? State your names quickly, or I will spare your lives."

"Are you the guardian of this place?" Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed with a brilliant gold light, and his fingernails scratched across the Emperor Bell, sending a piercing sound towards the old man.

The old man's soul was twisted again, his body swayed, and he stared at Lang Jiuchuan with a sinister look in his eyes, saying, "Since you know you are the guardian of the formation, how come you don't know my name? I am Zi Xiaozi."

Before he could finish speaking, he flashed forward, his hand forming a claw with long, sharp nails that gleamed coldly, and reached out to grab Lang Jiuchuan.

As long as we catch this brat, that blond kid next to her is no threat.

Lang Jiuchuan had been on guard against him all along, and with his hands behind his back, he made a hand seal and slashed down at Lang Jiuchuan's hand.

With incantations, transform the blade into a powerful force, slaying evil and cutting through bones!

"Ah ah ah."

That scoundrel is shameless!
Zi Xiaozi, clutching his broken wrist, fell from mid-air, screaming again. Before he even hit the ground, Gong Qi's Soul-Locking Chains wrapped around him, binding him and his soul. With a surge of will, the Soul-Locking Chains ignited with fierce flames, burning him intensely.

Two against one, no problem.