Ye Mo threw out the last three formation flags and even threw out that extremely high quality spirit stone before he shouted, “Seal it for me.”
Instantly, Ye Mo’s defensive formation was set up, countless white lights flashed, and the place where Ye Mo and Ji Zhiyuan were fighting was no longer an empty place.
The formation was set up by me, the ground here is mine.
Ye Mo swept over with his divine sense again, and Ji Zhiyuan was hiding in the shadow of his sword, staring blankly at the formation Ye Mo had already set up. It was only after a long time that he muttered to himself, “A peak level three formation?”
As soon as Ye Mo’s divine sense moved, the countless sword shadows in that formation were then completely swept away by the white light in Ye Mo’s formation, disappearing.
With a long breath, he had been pa*sively beaten until his own formation was set up, and only then did he have the room to speak. Chapter 948 – Regulating the Sword with Intent This formation was his, every formation flag was marked with his divine sense, if you wanted to engage in any shadowless sword inside his territory, don’t dream about it.
What Ye Mo didn’t expect was that the formation he had set up with the extremely high quality spirit stones, which was clearly a third grade primary formation, was now almost close to the peak.
After swallowing two pills again, Ye Mo still had no way to heal the wound that Ji Zhiyuan’s shadow sword had killed, and even a gust of cold aura was faintly coming from the wound. Ye Mo secretly screamed in his heart that he was powerful and at the same time, he also screamed that it was a fluke, if he didn’t set up the formation, it would be a fool’s errand to expect a few level two formation disks to escape from Ji Zhiyuan’s hands. This guy was really too powerful, Ye Mo had already seen many Jindan Perfectionists, but honestly, he had never seen a guy more powerful than Ji Zhiyuan.
This price guy definitely had a place in the Jindan Hall of Fame, and would not even be ranked lower.
“You really are a formation master, and your formation cultivation is not simple.” Ji Zhiyuan once again appeared, and although his tone was grim, there was more than a hint of movement. His flying sword, which was as thin as a cicada wing, hovered in front of him. It still carried that seeping, gloomy aura.
Ye Mo sacrificed his ‘Purple Sandwich’ and had no intention of talking nonsense to this guy. ”Purple 948 Chapter 9 – Regulating the Blade with Intent” once again brought up countless purple blade mangles. Unlike the previous slashes, this time these purple blade mangles all gathered around Ye Mo’s body, gathering more and more and finally forming a purple ocean, while some beads of sweat emerged from the top of Ye Mo’s head.
Ye Mo knew that his purple mangles could not help Ji Zhiyuan for a while, and now that his formation had been set up, he would simply use a Yang scheme, when his purple mangles and blade qi had concentrated to a certain level, he would attack Ji Zhiyuan at once. At that time. Combined with the formation attack and ‘Shadowless’, he did not believe that this Ji Zhiyuan had three heads and six arms.
“Wait.” To Ye Mo’s surprise, Ji Zhiyuan was going to tell Ye Mo not to make a move.
Without waiting for Ye Mo to speak, Ji Zhiyuan said once again, “Although your formation is powerful. But I’m sure you won’t be able to do anything to me in the end. As long as you let go of the formation, I will leave voluntarily. The rest of the grudges will be written off, even if you just killed two Golden Dan disciples of my sect I will not pursue the matter. You must know this. Even if I don’t escape in the end, the ‘Ghost Immortal Sect’ will know that you did it, and there will never be a way for you to escape the ‘Ghost Immortal Sect’s’ pursuit ……”
“Go to hell ……” Ye Mo sneered, not taking what Ji Zhiyuan said seriously at all, under the stirring of his true essence, countless purple blade maces rolled towards Ji Zhiyuan in an overwhelming manner. At the same time, the ‘Shadowless’ and the attack formation were also activated.
Not to mention that the ‘Ghost Immortal Sect’ was a mere five-star sect. Even if it was a six-star, seven-star or even nine-star sect that dared to threaten him, Ye Mo. He would definitely not be merciful either.
Ji Zhiyuan’s face changed, he could not imagine that Ye Mo was not afraid of the ‘Ghost Immortal Sect’ at all and dared to make a move against him. But at this moment, he couldn’t think about it anymore, and the flying sword above his head, which was as thin as a cicada’s wing, similarly brought up countless spurts of silver light.
But this was Ye Mo’s formation, this formation was filled with Ye Mo’s formation flags, every corner was under his control.
Almost at the same time as his sword shadow was activated, the white light shield that stirred out from Ye Mo’s formation stopped his sword shadow as if it had grown eyes.
Ye Mo sighed in relief, he was really a bit scared of this terrifying sword technique of Ji Zhiyuan. That kind of sword technique was like a ghostly qi, eerie and cold, invisible and uncatchable, but everywhere, and even incredibly deadly. If he hadn’t set up a formation base here in advance, this kind of sword technique he really wouldn’t have been able to find a good way to counterattack.
“Boom boom boom boom.”
When Ji Zhiyuan’s eerie ghostly qi sword shadow was blocked by Ye Mo’s formation, Ji Zhiyuan even urged his flying sword, and the ghostly qi sword shadow suddenly changed, and the original feeling of being untouchable if anything disappeared. In an instant, it became so severe and oppressive that it was like lightning and thunder, crashing against Ye Mo’s formation that was blocking the sword technique, as if it could burst the formation apart at any moment.
Ye Mo’s heart was aghast, he immediately knew that the other party’s sword technique was far from what he had just shown, if his own formation was not made of extremely high quality spirit stones, it might have been blown apart.
Thinking of this, how could Ye Mo dare to be lax, after the ‘Purple Sandal’ had rolled away the endless purple aura of the sword, he once again gripped the ‘Purple Sandal’ tightly and just slashed over. He absolutely could not allow Ji Zhiyuan to continue to push his true essence and blast his own formation.
“Boom boom ……”
Another countless dull sounds rang out as Ye Mo’s purple blade aura completely impacted on top of a shield that was like a pot lid that Ji Zhiyuan had propped up.
Ye Mo saw Ji Zhiyuan spurt several mouthfuls of blood wildly from the impact of his blade mane, but those blade manes were eventually blocked by him.
Although the purple blade mane was powerful, it didn’t seem to have much killing power against this pot lid spirit shield of Ji Zhiyuan. Ye Mo no longer dared to hesitate, and the ‘Illusory Cloud Xing Yi Blade’ had already slashed out.
Originally, when Ye Mo cast the ‘Illusory Cloud Walking Intention Blade’, he always inspired countless blade maces and then would control the blade maces with his own intention. However, this time Ye Mo did not inspire any blade mane, above closing his eyes and slashing out with one slash.
He chose the place where he felt the most and if others saw this slash, they would definitely be puzzled. If others saw this slash, they would have been puzzled. The reason was that the place where Ye Mo slashed was exactly the middle of the round shield in Ji Zhiyuan’s hand, that is, the place with the strongest protection. If I must say that it was different, it was that Ye Mo’s slash was slightly tilted.
Ji Zhiyuan also did not understand why Ye Mo had to make such a slash. But he then laughed coldly, Ye Mo was competing with him for true essence. He might have trusted the chopper in his hand, but for a mere Jindan layer cultivator to dare to compete with him for true essence, even in the face of him holding a medium-grade spiritual weapon, was too much to underestimate him, Ji Zhiyuan.
In the next moment, Ye Mo’s ‘Purple Sandwich’ had already cleaved on top of his shield spirit weapon.
“Ka-ching.”
The sound was like a needle that stung Ji Zhiyuan’s eardrums, how could he possibly hear such a sound? Ye Mo’s ‘Purple Sandblade’ was like slicing away a piece of tofu as it shattered his shield spirit weapon, and then directly struck his forehead in the same way. With a “poof” sound, after his Shadow Sword had injured Ye Mo several times, Ye Mo’s ‘Purple Lobster’ slashed Ji Zhiyuan for the first time, and Ji Zhiyuan was seriously injured.
He had actually found the most vulnerable part of his spirit weapon in this instant, and was able to split the spirit shield by destroying the internal structure of the spirit weapon? Ji Zhiyuan looked at the broken spirit shield in his hand in disbelief, with only one voice in his heart, how was this possible? Even the foot-long wound on his chest that had already hurt his bones couldn’t be bothered.
Any magic weapon has a weakest point, which is equal to the shield of the magic weapon, the better the level of the magic weapon, the smaller the shield. But for a cultivator, the cover door of a magic treasure is nothing at all, because one’s magic treasure is refined by oneself, and no one knows about it except oneself. Even if someone else knew, if the true essence cleaving on the magic treasure could not echo the structure of the magic treasure itself, it would not be able to harm the magic treasure.
However, after Ye Mo had actually found the weak point of his spirit shield, he was still able to grasp the structure of this spirit weapon and split his shield in half with one slash, so how could he not be appalled.
Seeing that Ji Zhiyuan was shocked beyond belief, Ye Mo would not let go of this opportunity, as he slashed out with another slash from the ‘Purple Bamboo Slash’ in his hand, the Illusory Cloud Flying Swirl Slash. At the same time, ‘Shadowless’, who was lurking on the side, also rushed up.
The moment the essence blood in Ji Zhiyuan’s body was devoured by ‘Shadowless’, he saw Ye Mo’s purple chopper once again and his heart and soul split.
“Pffffffffff.”
Countless blood mists splashed up as Ji Zhiyuan was completely wrapped up by Ye Mo’s Illusory Cloud Flying Sword.
At this moment, Ji Zhiyuan was not even as good as the successful Jindan cultivator that Ye Mo had met inside the ‘Sand Plains Pill Valley’ and was directly devoured by the ‘Shadowless’.
Ye Mo did not continue to let ‘Shadowless’ devour Ji Zhiyuan’s meridians, instead, he directly recruited ‘Shadowless’ back, while collecting his own formation flag.
As for Ji Zhiyuan’s flying sword that was as thin as a cicada’s wing was put away by Ye Mo into the Golden Page World, he didn’t dare to put it into his ring, just in case.
At this moment, Ye Mo’s heart was only elated, he was elated that he had defeated Ji Zhiyuan, but more importantly, he had truly mastered the feeling of using his will to control the sword.
Without his golden pellet, Ji Zhiyuan looked at Ye Mo with blank eyes, and mumbled something.
Only after Ye Mo retrieved the formation flag did he look at Ji Zhiyuan and said in a cold voice, “How did your flying sword wound heal? Tell me, tell me and I will give you a painful answer, if not, I will use flames to burn your divine soul just like you said.”
Ji Zhiyuan winced as his eyes suddenly turned cold and gloomy once again, “Surnamed Ye, you are finished, even if you flee throughout the entire North Watch Continent, you will not be able to escape from the ‘Ghost Immortal School’ …… ”
Ye Mo gave a slap across the face, “Cut the crap, say it or don’t say it.”
“You’re dreaming.” Ji Zhiyuan said with a cold smile, he believed that with Ye Mo’s early Jindan cultivation, even if he killed him, there was no way to stop his secret method from escaping his living soul, and he could become a ghost cultivator again.
Time was very precious to Ye Mo, he didn’t have time to nag with Ji Zhiyuan. He took out a five-coloured streamer and said to Ji Zhiyuan, since you don’t say anything, then there is no need to say anything.
“Five-coloured Soul Devouring Streamer?” Ji Zhiyuan’s face suddenly changed drastically and he shouted out in shock.
