395: Don't be afraid, I'll send you to an underground reunion

In front of the cave,

Xu Sanyan pursed his lips, "You go in first."

"Yes."

The woman strode inside. A long, winding passage was filled with mist, utterly dark, making it impossible to see.

Xu Sanyan's eyes were wide, but he could only see a few meters in front of him.

"Mom~"

Looking at the darkness ahead, the child grew more and more frightened; he had never been here before.

The woman's unfocused pupils sharpened slightly, and a hint of clarity returned to her expression. She patted the child's back to comfort him.

After walking for a moment, the woman stopped. Xu Sanyan peered around her, seeing an open space ahead.

"Why aren't you going?" Xu Sanyan asked.

"There's a Formation protecting the front. Without the Sect Master's token, it's a near-certain death," the woman's voice trembled, as if she were fighting for control of her thoughts with something.

This Formation ahead was her previously prepared escape method. She had intended to trick Xu Sanyan into entering so she could seize the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, with the demonic seed now in her Physical Body, she was no longer in control.

This Purple Mountain Heart Planting Art was extremely effective. The greater the difference in cultivation between the two parties, the stronger the effect. For Xu Sanyan, a Soul Refinement Realm Perfection Cultivator, casting a Spell on a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was as easy as lifting a hand; she had no room to struggle.

Xu Sanyan pushed the woman aside and stood at the cave entrance, looking ahead. He carefully sensed, and indeed, detected a hint of something unusual.

This was not where the tan milk was located, but merely a checkpoint approaching the tan milk.

"Formation..."

Xu Sanyan smiled. Xuanku Mountain couldn't set up a grand Formation, but they could still manage a small one like this.

But, coincidentally, he had recently been studying the Dao of Formations, and wanted to try to unravel it.

There was also a saying regarding breaking Formations: if one was inside the Formation, it was called 'breaking the Formation'; if one was outside the Formation, it was called 'unraveling the Formation'.

The former was more dangerous, while the latter allowed for much more composure.

A glint flashed in Xu Sanyan's eyes as he looked at the Formation ahead, pondering it carefully.

At the same time,

The battle on the other side remained fierce. The Grand Elder and Chen Yunzi had long since truly ignited, their only thought to kill the other.

The Grand Elder's arm trembled slightly. He had just clashed palms with him, personally experiencing the formidable power of the tan milk. The opponent's Physical Body was incomparably strong, far from ordinary.

Chen Yunzi's hair tie was shattered, his white hair fluttering in the wind. His bare body was exceptionally muscular, a stark contrast to his full head of white hair.

However, he was not doing well either. Not only was his internal magical power nearing exhaustion, but his Physical Body was also injured. A one-inch long scar under his ribs was gushing blood.

Taking Spells head-on with his Physical Body, he was ultimately at a disadvantage.

But Chen Yunzi had no choice. No matter how difficult, he could not retreat. Behind him stood not only the Disciples of his sect but also the legacy left by the Old Ancestor.

Furthermore, who would win or lose was still unknown. He didn't believe he was destined to lose!

Chen Yunzi took a deep breath. A flowing light passed over his jade-like body, and for a moment, his hair stood on end. His arm pulled back like a fully drawn bow, and behind him, a giant fist phantom actually condensed. The surrounding mist was squeezed by the phantom, spreading outwards.

"Ancient Desolate Prison Suppressing Fist!"

Chen Yunzi roared, then swung down violently. The phantom moved as if it were his own arm, surging forward.

The Grand Elder's heart tightened. His pupils reflected the terrifying fist phantom, and he felt a sense of disbelief.

Even now, he still had the strength to use such a technique?

"Alas..."

The Grand Elder sighed deeply, saying with disappointment, "This Old Man is still a step behind you after all."

Li Offering, who was already heavily injured nearby, was startled by these words. If the Grand Elder died, how could he survive?

A smile appeared on Chen Yunzi's face. In the end, he was superior in skill. Since that was the case, he would send him to his death!

Before he could gloat for long, the Grand Elder took out an item, "Family Head, make your move."

"What?!"

Chen Yunzi's heart trembled violently, and he looked around.

He almost couldn't believe his ears. The Wang family's only two He Dao Realm Cultivators had actually come out at the same time?

Had they gone mad?

Didn't they know how dangerous Luan Yun Mountain was at this moment? They dared to abandon their clan just to seize Xuanku Mountain's tan milk?

Li Offering's spirits lifted. The Family Head had arrived?

"Heh heh, don't look for him. He's here. To deal with you, why would both of us need to act? You overestimate yourself, don't you?"

The Grand Elder sneered, slowly unfolding the object in his hand. It was a painting.

A twisted and horrifying painting.

The painting was in shades of gray, with countless figures struggling and climbing within it. Their distorted faces were lifelike, seemingly wanting to escape from the painting.

Upon closer comparison, it could be seen that the faces of these figures bore a slight resemblance to those of the Wang family members, and included men, women, old, and young.

If Xu Sanyan were here, he would surely recognize that this painting was strikingly similar to the one in Wang Zixuan's room.

Then, a fleshy tentacle suddenly extended from the painting. Initially tiny, it expanded wildly as soon as it emerged from the painting, quickly becoming as thick as a person, and directly met the giant fist phantom.

The two collided,

"Boom~!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing, echoed. The giant fist phantom shattered, and the fleshy tentacle was also sent flying by the rebounding force.

"Pfft~"

Chen Yunzi suffered a backlash from the magical power, his throat sweetened, and a large mouthful of fresh blood gushed out. His entire body, like a kite with a broken string, completely lost control and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Sect Master!"

"Do not harm the Sect Master!"

The Disciples of Xuanku Mountain wanted to rush forward but were blocked by the Wang family members.

The Grand Elder pulled back the corners of his mouth in a smile, "How about it?"

Chen Yunzi struggled to climb out of the pit, his eyes filled with a sense of Death Qi and unwillingness.

"I never expected that Wang Anjing, a He Dao Realm powerhouse, would be willing to transform into a disaster and barely survive in this world. No wonder the Li family was willing to give up the Spirit Stone mine back then."

Wang Anjing was the eighth-generation Old Ancestor of the Wang family. Everyone thought he had died, but he had unexpectedly survived in this manner.

Chen Yunzi shook his head and laughed, his smile tragic, "Heh heh... Hahahahaha... The Wang family is truly ruthless. My defeat is not unjust."

The Wang family's method was to feed disasters with their clansmen, requiring the blood of their own lineage and the souls of their own clan to sustain them, so that they would not lose their sanity.

Chen Yunzi was knowledgeable and recognized the method at a glance, which was why he said the Wang family was ruthless, willing to harm their own Bloodline.

The Grand Elder said indifferently, "They are merely some Mortals. What is there to regret? They should feel honored to allow the Old Ancestor to continue existing."

"Heh heh."

Chen Yunzi shook his head and remained silent. There was nothing more to say to him.

"Alright, it's time for you to go!"

The Grand Elder pointed a finger, and the tentacle immediately rose, then slammed down heavily.

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master, don't worry about us, hurry and leave!"

The Disciples of Xuanku Mountain, regardless of their lives, flew forward, wanting to buy time for their Sect Master with their own lives. However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; in an instant, they were reduced to a bloody pulp.

"No hurry. I'll send you all to reunite underground!"

The Grand Elder sneered.

...

"Don't be afraid. I'll send you all to reunite underground."

Xu Sanyan said calmly.

With that, he reached out and stroked the heads of the mother and child. They immediately closed their eyes, looking as quiet as if they were asleep, only their chests no longer rose and fell.

The Formation was broken, and the tan milk had been taken, so they were no longer useful.