119: Chapter 119 Stone Tower Killing Formation, Twelve Stone Golems!

This woman wore a dark red martial outfit, her fiery long hair tied into a high ponytail, and a pair of slender phoenix eyes flickered with crimson-golden light.

Her steps were light and poised. Facing such a massive ancient ruin, she did not show the slightest bit of tension or greed, as if she were simply strolling in her own back garden.

What caught Qi Yang's attention even more was the position where Ye Hongyu walked.

She did not walk behind the lead Foundation Establishment Elder of Ziyang Valley, but instead walked side by side with that Elder.

That Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Elder even turned slightly, making half a step of space for her.

An Early Foundation Establishment Disciple could actually make a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Elder give way to her?

"The background of this woman is far greater than what appears on the surface."

Qi Yang silently noted this detail in his heart.

At this moment, the very moment the first batch of Cultivators stepped into the central area of the square...

Hum!

The runes on the stone tower suddenly lit up with dazzling purple-black light!

An invisible coercion poured down from the top of the tower, and a substance-like gravitational field caused everyone's body to sink simultaneously.

The Qi Refining Stage Disciples staggered in their footsteps, and a few even knelt on one knee directly.

Following closely, a large amount of purple-black mist gushed out from the gaps of the profound iron stone slabs around the square.

The spreading speed of this mist was extremely fast, shrouding half of the square in the blink of an eye.

"Be careful! This is the grand protective Formation of the Wandu Sect!"

Elder You Ke of the Xuantian Sect let out a sharp roar, golden spiritual light erupting all over his body, barely propping up a non-toxic area to protect the Disciples behind him.

But the effect of the mist was not merely toxic injury; all Cultivators touched by the purple-black mist experienced a sudden drop of twenty to thirty percent in their spiritual power circulation speed.

It felt as if a layer of sticky mud had been poured into the Meridians, and the mobilization of every wisp of spiritual power became extremely sluggish.

Something even more terrifying was yet to come.

Boom boom...

The six doors at the bottom of the stone tower popped open simultaneously, and the heavy stone doors crashed onto the ground with a deafening roar.

From deep within the doorways walked out twelve Stone Puppets whose entire bodies were as pitch-black as ink jade.

These Puppets stood over two zhang tall, with limbs as thick as iron pillars, and their profound iron armor surfaces were engraved with Formation patterns shimmering with dark purple light.

The aura emitted by each Stone Puppet reached the second-order Middle Stage! Equivalent to a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

Twelve of them!

The square erupted into a complete uproar.

"How can there be so many?!"

Senior Brother Jiang Yunwei of the Qingyu Sect changed expression drastically.

The two Qi Condensation 12th Layer elite Junior Brothers behind him only had time to raise their Magical Artifacts before being blasted in the chest by a punch from a Stone Puppet.

The iron fist carrying destructive power smashed through the protective spiritual light, sending the two flying directly, crashing into the stone wall and smashing into a pile of mangled flesh.

The Blood Shadow Sect side had it even worse.

They rushed to the very front, bearing the brunt of it.

Two Qi Condensation 12th Layer blood-robed Disciples were slapped into meat paste by the iron palm of the Stone Puppet, flesh and blood splashing everywhere.

The Second Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect struck out in fury, a palm of blood malignant Qi blasting onto the chest of the Stone Puppet, pushing it back by half a step, but that was only half a step.

The Formation patterns on the chest of the Stone Puppet flickered, without leaving even a single trace of a crack.

"Their defense is too strong! We must attack the Formation pattern nodes!"

The Foundation Establishment Elder of Ziyang Valley sharply reminded.

The Foundation Establishment Elders of various Sects had to deal with the Stone Puppets with all their might. For a time, spiritual light intertwined in the square, and the sound of explosions was deafening.

Every Foundation Establishment Elder had to face the siege of at least two to three Stone Puppets, completely unable to spare a hand to explore the surrounding halls.

Qi Yang squatted behind the boulder at the exit of the Wood Poison Passage, calmly observing all of this.

The purple-black poisonous mist had no effect on him whatsoever; the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art directly converted the poisonous mist into spiritual power.

The spiritual power weakening effect also had minimal impact on him. Poison Wood Spiritual Power originated from the Dao of poison to begin with, sharing the same source and ancestry as this grand protective Formation, so the repulsive force was far smaller than other attributes.

The twelve Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Stone Puppets were indeed terrifying, but their attention was completely drawn by the Elders and elite Disciples of various Sects, and not a single one looked over in his direction.

Because he hadn't stepped into the range of the square at all.

Qi Yang's gaze was as cold as water.

The twelve Stone Puppets could entangle these Elders for at least the time it takes to burn an incense stick; this was his window for action.

His gaze crossed the chaotic battlefield of the square and locked onto the Inheritance Hall at the deepest part of the square.

The Inheritance Hall was about three hundred zhang away from his hiding spot, with an open profound iron stone ground in the middle, completely without cover.

Walking straight across was equivalent to exposing himself to everyone's view.

But Qi Yang never walked the front.

He shrank back into the Wood Poison Passage and moved right along the side wall of the passage.

His spiritual awareness detected that the stone wall on the right side of the exit of the Wood Poison Passage was not solid; inside the wall was a narrow interlayer passage, which should be the maintenance passage used by the Wandu Sect back then to inspect Formations.

The entrance was blocked by a loose stone slab.

Qi Yang gently pushed with earth-attribute spiritual power, and the stone slab slid open silently, revealing a pitch-black gap just wide enough for one person to pass sideways.

Qi Yang flashed in.

Inside the interlayer passage it was pitch-black, and the space was so narrow that it was almost suffocating.

Qi Yang's shoulders pressed tightly against the cold stone walls on both sides, and he could only inch forward step by step with his body sideways.

But he didn't care about this slight discomfort at all, extending his spiritual awareness to the fullest to detect the direction of the passage.

The passage meandered along the edge of the square, making a large circle inside the stone wall.

While moving, Qi Yang sensed the battle situation outside through the thin stone wall.

The chaotic battle in the square was becoming more and more intense.

The defense of the Stone Puppets was beyond imagination; a full-strength strike from a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment could only leave shallow marks on them.

One must precisely attack the joints and Formation pattern nodes in order to cause effective damage.

Under the fury of the Second Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect, he burned his essence blood, shattering the head of a Stone Puppet with a single palm.

However, the Puppet that lost its head did not stop attacking; instead, its movements became even more frantic and disorderly, and its wildly swinging iron fists affected several Blood Shadow Sect Disciples.

Qi Yang watched coldly from the sidelines, continuing to move forward in the interlayer.

After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, under his spiritual awareness probing, Qi Yang discovered that ten zhang ahead was the back wall of the Inheritance Hall.

The interlayer passage reached its end here, and ahead was an even thicker stone wall.

Qi Yang pressed against it to sense it; it was fully five zhang thick, and it was filled with lingering Restriction patterns.

If he forcibly penetrated it by violent means, the commotion would be too big, and those Foundation Establishment Elders outside would definitely notice.

Qi Yang was not in a hurry; he squatted down, placed his palms on the ground, and released extremely fine and soft earth-attribute spiritual power to probe downward.

Three zhang below the ground was a hollow drainage pipe.

The pipe was less than two feet in diameter, filled with poisonous water and corrosive sludge accumulated over a thousand years, but it led directly below the foundation of the Inheritance Hall.

The corners of Qi Yang's mouth curved slightly.

He took out a few hundred-year-old water-purifying lotuses that he had previously ripened with the black gourd from his Storage Pouch, crushed them, and mixed them with water-attribute spiritual power to form a thin water film covering his entire body.

This layer of water film could isolate the erosion of corrosive poisonous liquid on his Physical Body.

Subsequently, earth-attribute spiritual power circulated, and the stone slab under his feet silently split open a gap just large enough to fit his body.

Qi Yang lowered his body, dropping directly into the drainage pipe below.

Hiss!

The poisonous water inside the pipe rapidly submerged his chest, and the intense stench was almost enough to knock a person unconscious.

However, the water film perfectly isolated the poisonous water, and Qi Yang didn't even frown, hunching his waist and groping forward in the narrow pipe.

A muffled roar and vibration came from above his head; the battle in the square was still ongoing.

Thirty zhang, fifty zhang...

Soon, Qi Yang arrived directly below the Inheritance Hall.

Qi Yang raised his head, sensing the structure above with earth-attribute spiritual power.

Above the pipe was a three-zhang-thick profound iron stone foundation, and further above was the floor of the Inheritance Hall.

There were no Restriction patterns in the foundation; after all, who would have thought that someone could drill in from the drainage pipe?

The Seniors of the Wandu Sect probably never dreamed that a thousand years later, a freak with Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Rootss would crawl into the Inheritance Hall from their sewer.