39: Chapter 39 Tai Xuan Breaking Formation

Half an hour later.

Three sword lights streaked across the horizon and landed at the entrance of Qingshi Village.

"Junior Brother Baili, this is Qingshi Village."

Mo Qingfeng put away his Flying Sword, his gaze sweeping over the empty village entrance with a solemn expression.

As the three of them just stepped into the village entrance, a thick stench of blood assailed their faces.

Baili Yunche's nose twitched slightly, and his brows instantly furrowed tightly.

He released his Divine Sense to thoroughly investigate the entire village.

Then, his expression sank completely.

"What is wrong, Junior Brother Baili?" Mo Qingling asked cautiously upon seeing that his expression was amiss.

Baili Yunche slowly opened his eyes, his voice icy: "There is not a single living soul left in the entire village."

He paused and said word by word: "The elderly, the children, not a single one was spared."

Hearing this, Mo Qingling's delicate body trembled slightly, and her complexion instantly turned pale.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but could not utter a single word.

Those were all innocent Mortals.

They had done nothing wrong; they merely lived in this village and led peaceful lives.

Yet they were completely massacred just because a Demonic Cultivator needed to Cultivate Demonic Techniques, preventing even their souls from finding liberation.

"Beasts."

Mo Qingfeng squeezed out two words from between his teeth, his hands clenched into fists.

Baili Yunche took a deep breath, suppressing the surging killing intent in his heart.

"Let us go," he said in a deep voice, "To the east side of the village. The bloody aura there is the densest, and it is highly likely the place where the Demonic Cultivator Cultivates Demonic Techniques."

The three of them followed the path in the village and rapidly dashed toward the east side.

Along the way, mottled bloodstains could be seen everywhere.

Some were splashed on the walls, some soaked into the soil, and some even had fragments of severed limbs still lingering...

One could imagine what a tragic massacre had once taken place here.

Soon, they arrived at the east side of the village.

The scene before them caused the footsteps of all three to halt in unison.

A huge blood-red light barrier, resembling an overturned giant wok, stood in the center of the open space.

Outside the light barrier stood nine black altars, surrounding a huge blood pool in the middle.

Fresh blood surged in the blood pool, mist steamed upward, and a blood-red figure sat cross-legged within, currently Cultivating.

On the surrounding ground, dried bloodstains and scattered corpses could be seen everywhere.

"This should be the place where Wang Yang Cultivates Demonic Techniques."

Mo Qingfeng stared at the blood-red light barrier with a solemn expression.

Mo Qingling said eagerly: "That Wang Yang must be inside! Let us hurry and stop him, otherwise once his Demonic Technique achieves Major Achievement, it will be hard for us to escape!"

Mo Qingfeng nodded, flicking his right hand, and a golden Flying Sword flew out from his sleeve.

The Flying Sword flashed with golden light, carrying a sharp sound of piercing the air, and slashed straight toward the blood-red light barrier.

"Dong!"

A muffled sound.

The golden Flying Sword slashed onto the light barrier, but it was like cutting into cotton—limp and devoid of any force.

The sword blade sank three points into the light barrier, only to be blocked by a gentle force, unable to advance even an inch further.

The next moment, a bloody light flashed across the light barrier, and a tremendous force rebounded back.

The golden Flying Sword was directly bounced away, spinning a few times in the air before finally flying back into Mo Qingfeng's hand.

Mo Qingfeng caught the Flying Sword, his complexion extremely ugly.

"This Formation is truly formidable," he said in a deep voice, "My Flying Sword cannot break through its defense at all."

He turned his head to look at Baili Yunche: "Junior Brother Baili, what do you think?"

Baili Yunche did not answer immediately.

He stared at the blood-red light barrier, his gaze slowly sweeping across the nine altars and those blood-red runes.

After a moment, he spoke: "This Formation is at least at the 2nd Rank High Grade level, and it certainly cannot be broken by brute force."

He paused and continued: "To break the Formation, we must find the weak point of the Formation. Only by concentrating attacks on the weak spot is it possible to tear open a gap."

Hearing this, Mo Qingling furrowed her brows tightly: "But none of the three of us are Formation Masters, how are we to find the weak point?"

"Could it be that we just watch the Demonic Cultivator Cultivate inside with open eyes and do nothing?"

Her heart was filled with extreme anxiety.

Every breath of delay might cause Wang Yang's Demonic Technique to advance by a fraction.

Once he finishes Cultivating and emerges from seclusion, his strength will definitely increase greatly, and at that time the three of them will truly be unable to escape.

Just as she was speaking, Baili Yunche had already stepped forward.

He walked to the side of one of the blood-red altars, stopped his steps, and began to observe carefully.

The altar was about the height of a person, pitch-black throughout, and its surface was densely engraved with blood-red runes.

Those runes were currently flickering with a faint light, and countless blood-red threads extended from the bottom of the altar, connecting with the Formation patterns on the ground.

Baili Yunche slowly paced around the altar, his gaze fixed tightly on those runes as he began to ponder methods to break the Formation.

Mo Qingling looked at his focused appearance, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Junior Brother Baili, could it be that you also know Formations?" She could not help asking.

Baili Yunche said indifferently: "I understand a thing or two. However, I am not certain that I can definitely break this Formation."

Hearing this, Mo Qingling and Mo Qingfeng exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

You must know, the most famous in the Cultivation world are the four major Cultivation arts of Alchemy, Formations, Artifacts, and Talismans.

And Formations are the most obscure and difficult-to-understand art among them, being many times more complex than Alchemy.

Cultivating a Formation Master requires consuming a massive amount of time and resources, as well as extremely high talent.

Without talent, one is nothing at all!

There are thousands of Inner Sect Disciples in the Xuanyang Sect, yet those who can be called Formation Masters can be counted on one's fingers.

And now, Baili Yunche said he understands a thing or two?

Baili Yunche did not care about the gazes of the two.

He is indeed not a true Formation Master, but the Legacy of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal records a technique called the Taixuan Formation-Breaking Technique.

The core idea of this technique is to deduce the laws of Qi flow by observing the operating trajectory of the Formation, thereby finding the weak point of the Formation.

After finding the weak point, concentrating strength to attack allows one to defeat the strong with the weak, and overcome clumsiness with skill.

The Pure Yang Sword Immortal said in the Legacy: "All Formations in the world have flaws. Failing to see through them means your vision is insufficient; failing to break them means your strength is lacking."

The Taixuan Formation-Breaking Technique teaches you how to see through them and how to break them.

Baili Yunche silently circulated the incantation of the Taixuan Formation-Breaking Technique, beginning to deduce the operating laws of this Blood Demonic Formation.

His gaze shifted from one altar to another, from one rune to another.

Those seemingly chaotic runes gradually became orderly in his eyes, and the trajectory of Qi flow also became clearly visible bit by bit.

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Inside the blood-red light barrier.

Wang Yang sat cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, his eyes tightly closed, and blood mist surged around his body.

But his Divine Sense had always been paying attention to the situation outside.

When Baili Yunche and the other two arrived in front of the Formation and attacked it, he had already perceived it.

When he saw Baili Yunche pacing around an altar as if studying something, a sneer of disdain could not help but surface at the corner of his mouth.

"Truly absurd!" His eyes were filled with mockery.

This Nine-Turn Blood Demonic Formation is a renowned 2nd Rank High Grade Formation of the Blood Demon Sect, possessing extremely strong defensive power.

Let alone three Foundation Establishment Cultivators, even if ten or eight came, they wouldn't even think about shaking it in the slightest.

The core energy source of the Formation is this blood pool.

As long as the blood in the blood pool is sufficient, the Formation can endlessly draw energy to maintain its operation.

Unless a Golden Core Stage Cultivator makes a move to destroy the blood pool with a single strike, or cuts off the connection between the altars and the blood pool, breaking the Formation is out of the question.

Three Foundation Establishment Cultivators actually want to cut off the connection between the altars and the blood pool?

Wishful thinking!

Wang Yang sneered inwardly, no longer paying attention to the outside, collecting his mind to continue focusing on Cultivating.

Countless bloody mists poured into his body, and his aura was climbing bit by bit.

Foundation Establishment 7th Layer!

Foundation Establishment 7th Layer Perfection!

Foundation Establishment 8th Layer!

Foundation Establishment 8th Layer Perfection!

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