"Ahem!" the emperor coughed lightly when he heard the wind, causing the faces of the two spirit beasts to change slightly, and then returned to normal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What then?"

Emperor Tingfeng laughed lightly and reminded: "Don't forget that my divine thoughts can sense you? The next time you two are talking behind the master's back, can you be tactful?"

"Haha!" The ice demon snorted, it seemed that it had really forgotten about the master of Emperor Tingfeng just now, and for a while mistakenly thought that he was in the other world.

"No matter what we say about the master, aren't we all praising the master's wisdom and martial arts?"

"Master, we're just chatting boringly, you shouldn't be angry over such a trivial matter, right?" asked the fire demon tentatively.

"I'm not angry!" replied the emperor in seconds, with no other thoughts on his expressionless face.

The emperor listened to the wind while talking to himself and himself, and at the same time, he did not forget to command the other cultivators to set up a formation to break the ban.

Those cultivators were basically shocked by the two spirit beasts of Emperor Tingfeng, and at this time, what Emperor Tingfeng said was what he said, even if Emperor Tingfeng was "neurotic" while talking to himself, everyone didn't feel strange at all.

In addition to the sound of the emperor listening to the wind, the other monks directly blocked the whole person of the emperor listening to the wind for the sake of safety, except for the things he ordered to do well, generally when the emperor listening to the wind does not exist.

Otherwise, no cultivator would be able to stand the cold aura that Emperor Tingfeng's body exposed from time to time.

Emperor Tingfeng temporarily let go of the Ice Demon and the Fire Demon to discuss him, and instructed the dumbfounded monks around him to arrange a formation together.

Emperor Tingfeng didn't know what this formation was called, he only knew that Mu Ling told him that he wanted to use this formation, and that he had used this formation every time he broke the formation before.

The only Star Pavilion cultivator who came over this time was that demon cultivator, and the other monks were almost all invited from outside.

Eighty percent was because Mu Ling was worried that the demon cultivation of his Star Pavilion was hanging, so he asked Emperor Tingfeng to control the formation.

However, Mu Ling miscalculated, that is, Emperor Tingfeng had the spirit beast of the Ice Demon, and the formation he gave Emperor Tingfeng was at most a mile away.

With the Ice Demon's Ice, and the help of more than fifty monks, Emperor Tingfeng could expand the formation hundreds of times, including all the arrangements.

Fifty or so cultivators are obedient and one person occupies one side, and when the emperor listens to the wind, the monk in the designated position must take charge of that side.

From the sky, the formation that had not yet taken shape couldn't bear to look at it directly, but Emperor Tingfeng didn't care about these details, and handed over the position of the main control to Gongyi Linglong.

No matter who replaces it later, the main control of the formation is the emperor listening to the wind, and when the time comes, the formation will be reversed, and the serious ones will also be the emperor listening to the wind.

Gong Yi Linglong can be controlled boldly with confidence, and the main thing is to carefully control other monks who are not in the right position.

Gongyi Linglong and the emperor are originally a team of people, and it is impossible to listen to the emperor with outsiders.

When you see which monk does not return to his position obediently, or which monk releases water, perfunctory, etc., he can always yell at the public loss.

Emperor Tingfeng withdrew from the center of the formation, jumped into the air with a leap, and the magic power in his body instantly surged out.

Emperor Tingfeng glanced at the monks who had arranged the formation on the ground, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he silently recited the mantra in his mouth.

After a while, the bodies of a large number of ghosts appeared on the ground, and besides, they were basically turned into bones, some of which were not complete.

There are relatively few deceased people here, except for the deceased who emerged from the center of the formation, the others add up to less than a hundred.

This number of people is not enough at all, looking at the area of the ruins, at least thousands of ghost corpses are needed to destroy the outer prohibition.

Otherwise, it is a pity that the ban may take the lives of some people, and it is enough to break it, and the emperor listens to the wind and those monks have no grievances, there is no reason not to save them when they die, and there is no reason to ignore the safety of others.

Seeing that the soul was not enough, Emperor Tingfeng bit his finger and put a drop of essence blood on the ground, and soon, the ghosts in the distance sensed Emperor Tingfeng's summoning soul and were quickly rushing over to this side.

The monks who had to be idle all saw the emperor listening to the wind dripping essence blood to the ground, and then, in the center of the formation, there was a steady stream of many ghost bodies.

In just a moment, the number of ghosts with less than a hundred people was pouring in thousands towards the center of the formation at this time.

Hearing the wind, the emperor saw that the time was almost up, and ordered those monks to withdraw from the center of the formation immediately.

After the monk withdrew from the formation, those ghosts took the place of the cultivator, and the ghosts who happened to break into the position were no longer able to move at the moment.

The other ghosts were constantly stirring in the center of the formation, and the monks who had set up the formation had all retreated to the edge of the formation at this time.

It is a loss that all the monks have flown into the air, and this has to stand on the ground, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even speak, and the area of the ruins will have to be tens of thousands of miles, only about fifty people, and they have to stand far away.

After the fifty monks rose into the air, they still maintained the formation on the ground, and their mana was almost exhausted by a third.

Emperor Tingfeng was still in the center of the fifty cultivators, and he lost a drop of essence blood, Emperor Tingfeng's face was a little pale, and his lips trembled a little when he recited the mantra.

I am afraid that the magic power on Emperor Tingfeng's body has been almost consumed, but the formation has been arranged, and the Devil May Cry Demon Skill has also been urged.

Next, Emperor Tingfeng only needs to activate the formation and Devil May Cry, and he doesn't believe that he can't break the outer prohibition of the ruins.

The emperor had finished silently reciting the magic trick in the mouth of the wind, he reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, his mind was too consumed, and his head hurt a little.

"Everyone be careful!" The formation had been activated, and Emperor Tingfeng reminded him.

Fifty cultivators outside the ban, where is there any reason to be careless, the ban on the ruins on the ground has been activated.

In just a few seconds, most of the ghosts on the ground were down, but after only a few seconds, the ghosts rose from the ground again.

The various attacks on the outer layer of the prohibition were summoned to the corpse of the ghost, and after the ghost reached the ground, it got up in a moment, and after such a cycle of mutual disturbance, the prohibition had been broken by a third.

Seeing this, the fifty monks were so excited that they wanted to go down and fight, but they were worried that they would not be able to resist the forbidden attack, and they didn't dare to act rashly except for the spiritual power on the blessing formation.

When they broke through the outer ruins to two-thirds, the forbidden attacks came at will with wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and half of the fifty monks died in minutes.

The magic power in Emperor Tingfeng's body had been consumed, and at this time, he had turned into a terrifying immortal cultivation boy again.

Emperor Tingfeng casually raised a giant sword and slashed to the center of the formation, stopping a lot of wind and fire in a moment, and then, Emperor Tingfeng threw a few thunder beasts down.