What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Meanwhile, on the streets surrounding the City God Temple.

The rain continued relentlessly, with large raindrops pounding wildly on the flooded asphalt road, splashing up patches of white mist.

Li Qing, wearing a black raincoat soaked through by the rain, was holding a compass and standing in the middle of an intersection about 500 meters from the main gate of the City God Temple.

In front of him stood a bronze incense burner that was more than half a meter tall.

His face was frighteningly pale, but his eyes held an unprecedented solemnity and madness.

In the short half hour after splitting into two groups, he not only directed the action team members to set up several Yin-blocking formations around the City God Temple to prevent the gathering of Yin energy, as originally planned.

They even made an extremely crazy decision.

Outside the black mist formation, he actually managed to nest a massive and extremely complex feng shui formation.

This formation is centered at a crossroads and radiates outwards in an eight-trigram pattern.

At each crucial point of the formation, a bright yellow flag stained with the blood from his tongue was planted.

In the puddles on the ground, one could still vaguely see intricate patterns drawn with cinnabar mixed with black dog blood.

These patterns, instead of becoming blurred by the rain, emitted a faint glow.

In just half an hour, he completed a series of complex formations.

This is the essence of the geomancer lineage.

This massive array nested on the outside is incredibly powerful.

It was about to forcefully reverse the malevolent energy surging into the area around the City God Temple during this torrential downpour in the dark night.

The malevolent energy that should have flowed into the City God Temple began to dissipate outwards.

This is equivalent to a tug-of-war between the unknown grand formation in the City God Temple and the disturbed feng shui of the entire Jiangcheng.

If one is not careful, the person who sets up the formation will suffer a terrifying backlash from the earth's energy.

At best, it can cause qi deviation and demonic possession; at worst, it can lead to immediate death.

"Damn it, I've never done such a losing business in my life."

Li Qing wiped the rain off his face, muttering curses under his breath.

He clutched the last apricot-yellow flag, the main eye of the battle formation, tightly in his hand, panting heavily.

He could sense that the Yin energy underground had accumulated to its limit, and the surrounding Yin energy was so dense that it was almost freezing into ice.

If the formation isn't activated soon, the underground seal definitely won't last much longer.

Li Qing took a deep breath, bit his tongue hard, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the apricot-yellow flag in his hand.

The originally dull apricot-yellow flag suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

"I'll take on this chaotic, sinister energy of Jiangcheng all by myself today!"

Li Qing gripped the flagpole with both hands, his eyes hardening, and forcefully plunged the apricot-yellow flag, which carried the core of the formation, deep into the incense burner in front of him.

The moment the flagpole hit the ground, a visible golden wave of energy spread out along the ground from him.

"Old Chen, you absolutely have to get out of here alive!"

Li Qing raised his head and roared at the torrential rain-soaked night sky.

The next second, he quickly formed hand seals and slammed them into the puddle in front of him.

"Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiends, borrowing the magic to find the dragon. Yin and Yang reversed, disperse!"

With his angry shout, all the flags set up along the outer streets began to shake violently.

The cinnabar patterns painted in the stagnant water burst forth with brilliant light, colliding violently with the churning black mist above the City God Temple.

Grand formation, activate!

……

The air in the underground platform seemed to have solidified into a tangible substance.

I was tightly bound by the three men wearing bronze masks, less than twenty meters from the ancient well.

These three people completely abandoned the idea of ​​killing me, and all their moves became purely defensive and restraining.

The bronze rod, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down on my lower body again and again.

The mage who was originally holding the short blade then deliberately targeted the openings in my power to harass me.

The cultivator furthest away was even more annoying, bombarding me with all sorts of insidious spells that slowed me down or blinded me, as if they were free.

While the power boost from the Sha-Clad state was terrifying, this stalemate and skirmish was draining my energy and Sha Qi exponentially.

The frantic whispers around me were almost drowning out the roar of magical artifacts colliding inside the cave.

I could feel the stitches formed by the malevolent energy on my left arm throbbing uncontrollably.

A violent urge to devour these three people alive was creeping up my spine.

"They're really troublesome."

I spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, forcibly suppressing the surging agitation in my heart.

I have now pushed my Qi control to its limit.

The black bone needles and two spare willow-leaf daggers transformed into three afterimages, frantically weaving through the three's defenses, attempting to tear a bloody path to the ancient well.

But every time the bone needle made a slight breakthrough, a suicide soldier would unhesitatingly shield the target with his body.

At that moment, the oppressive feeling coming from the direction of the ancient well reached its peak.

I looked up and saw that the dragon soul phantom that had been pulled out in mid-air had been mostly swept into the edge of the vortex.

At this moment, it is emitting mournful and painful dragon roars.

I caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of my eye, and my heart sank.

That's too late.

If these three people delay it for even half a minute longer, the dragon soul will be completely devoured.

I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash all the remaining malevolent energy within my body, even at the cost of damaging my meridians, to forcefully break through this barrier.

However, just as I was about to exert my strength, something unexpected happened.

The ground of the entire underground space suddenly trembled violently without warning, as if an ancient beast that had been sleeping underground had turned over.

Immediately afterwards, the Yin energy that had been continuously gushing out from the depths of the ancient well suddenly stopped in a strange way.

The feeling was as if an invisible giant hand was tightly gripping the channel through which the yin energy was gathering.

Moreover, the originally dense, chilling aura in the air began to show a slight fluctuation as it began to dissipate outwards.

I was stunned for a moment.

Such large-scale fluctuations, which can even affect the direction of energy veins deep underground, are definitely not something that occurs naturally.

"Did Li Qing's Yin-Intercepting Formation work?"

I secretly speculated in my mind.

"No, an ordinary Yin-Intercepting Formation couldn't possibly have such a domineering effect."

What exactly has Li Qing been up to outside? This is quite a commotion.

Although I couldn't see through the situation outside, this sudden fluctuation of energy became the only variable that could turn the tide of the battle at this critical juncture.

Impacted by this reverse fluctuation, the cyan vortex above the ancient well, which had been rotating steadily, suddenly stopped for a second.

It was that one second of lag.

The domineering devouring power that enveloped the dragon soul phantom experienced a slight vacuum.