225: Chapter 225 Crush them

Immortal Master Xuan Yuan shook his head and laughed:

"But then again, with this undying body, we can indeed let loose and do things we never dared to imagine before."

As the crowd talked and laughed, the Battle Intent in their eyes grew stronger and stronger.

They had cultivated bitterly for ten thousand years, and now that they finally had the capital to compete with those legendary existences, how could they not be excited?

"Since that's the case..."

Heavenly Valley pulled back his smile and said solemnly:

"Then we shall each rely on our own abilities to see who takes down that Tribulation Crossing Stage Cultivator first!"

"Good!"

"It's a deal!"

Everyone smiled at each other and turned into streaks of light, charging straight toward the altar... At this moment, a blood-red altar inscribed with black runes was floating deep within the Immortal Burial Battlefield.

In the center of the altar, thirteen Cultivators dressed in blood-colored robes formed a circle. In the middle of the circle was a bottomless pool of blood, which rippled continuously as if something living existed within.

Suddenly, the old man sitting cross-legged at the head, without a hint of aura about him, slowly opened his eyes.

The twelve surrounding Cultivators noticed and immediately opened their eyes:

"Old Ancestor, are we ready to activate the Formation?"

The Cultivator addressed as Old Ancestor slowly shook his head, his cloudy eyes looking toward the horizon:

"No, it will still take a moment to activate the Formation. For now... we must stop these Cultivators."

Hearing this, everyone followed the Old Ancestor's gaze and looked into the distance.

They saw dozens of Streaks of Light approaching aggressively. Every figure was a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, and each of their auras was violent, looking completely ready to risk their lives.

"Have they already noticed?!"

A Blood-Robed Cultivator cried out in surprise.

They had been secretly laying out their plans here, thinking it was seamless, but they hadn't expected the news to leak at the last moment.

"With the Old Ancestor presiding, are they here to seek death?!"

"No need for further words! Activate the Formation!"

The Blood-Robed Cultivator sitting beside the Old Ancestor interrupted everyone and ordered the rest of the Cultivators.

The twelve Blood-Robed Cultivators immediately changed positions and formed hand seals.

Facing such an important layout, it was impossible for them not to be prepared.

Twelve blood-colored stone pillars suddenly rose around the altar, each one carved with eerie runes.

As the runes lit up, the entire sky was dyed blood-red, and a terrifying pressure descended upon the place.

The second the Formation was activated, Heavenly Valley and the other Mahayana Stage Cultivators arrived near the altar.

A Cultivator proficient in Formations exclaimed in wonder:

"This is an ancient lost Formation—the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Fiend Formation. It is said that once this Formation is activated, it can even trap and kill Tribulation Crossing Cultivators. I didn't expect to see it here."

Old Man Yin Gu showed no fear; instead, a hint of excitement flashed across his face:

"What bullshit Formation! Watch as this old man breaks it!"

After saying that, he turned into a Escape Light and pounced straight toward the nearest stone pillar.

But just as he stepped into the Formation's range, Old Man Yin Gu's body was entwined by several streaks of blood-light and instantly annihilated into nothingness, without even having time to scream.

The twelve Blood-Robed Cultivators sneered and ridiculed:

"Ignorant fool. A mere Mahayana Stage dare to force their way into the God-Fiend Formation? Having your body and soul extinguished is your..."

However, in the next moment, the smile on his face completely froze.

In the place where Old Man Yin Gu had just been annihilated by the blood-light, that thin and withered figure actually re-condensed, completely unharmed.

He licked his lips, showing no lingering fear; instead, he carried an excitement as if he had discovered a new toy:

"Hahaha! What a powerful Formation! Invigorating! Let's try again and see how many times you can kill this old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a Escape Light again, charging toward the same stone pillar at an even faster speed.

"What?!"

"This is impossible!"

"Illusion? Or a death-substitution technique?!"

The Blood-Robed Cultivators on the altar looked horrified, unable to believe their eyes.

Instant resurrection even after body and soul are extinguished?

This had completely exceeded the scope of their understanding.

Even the Tribulation Crossing Stage Old Ancestor, who had been sitting in the center as calm as a still well, had his eyelids twitch violently.

"Steady! Don't lose your composure!"

At the same time he spoke, Old Man Yin Gu was strangled and killed once again, only to be resurrected unharmed.

"Fellow Daoists, what are you waiting for?!"

Seeing this, a sense of heroism rose in Heavenly Valley's heart, and he laughed loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Yin Gu has already tested the reality of this Formation, and it's nothing special! Today, let these wicked heretics see the integrity of the Cultivators of this realm!"

"Break the Formation!"

Dozens of powerful auras erupted with a bang, and red, green, and blue flames soared into the sky like burning meteors, fearlessly crashing into the core of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Fiend Formation.

For a time, the entire sky was dyed with the chaotic colors of interweaving spiritual lights.

Blood-light flashed frantically within the Formation, and Cultivators were continuously strangled into nothingness, but their figures would always reappear in the same spot in the next moment, laughing wildly as they continued their attacks, sacrificing all their Divine Abilities and using Moves that would kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own... various methods emerged endlessly, all to consume the Formation's energy and destroy those twelve core stone pillars.

"Madmen! They are all madmen!"

A Blood-Robed Cultivator cried out in surprise as he watched the Formation's energy being rapidly consumed, with one of the stone pillars already showing fine cracks.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the Formation completely shattered.

In the center of the altar, the face of that Tribulation Crossing Stage Old Ancestor became extremely gloomy.

An immortal fetus has already condensed within a Tribulation Crossing Stage's body; Spiritual Qi simply cannot support him taking action, resulting in him having to consume a massive amount of Lifespan every time he acts. His current Lifespan only allows him to strike three times.

After three times, the immortal fetus will shatter, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and he won't even have the chance for Reincarnation.

All his hopes were pinned on the 'Five Skeletons Heaven-Snatching Formation' beneath his feet.

As long as the Blood Sea Demon Venerable successfully revived, with the supreme power of an Ancient Immortal, it would be no difficult task to help him ascend to the Upper Realm and escape the cage of this world.

He absolutely could not fail at the final hurdle here!

Just then, a stone pillar finally couldn't hold on under the fearless attacks of several Mahayana Stage Cultivators and exploded with a bang.

One corner of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Fiend Formation was broken, the balance was shattered, the entire Formation's light flickered violently, and its power plummeted.

"An opportunity!"

The eyes of all the Mahayana Stage Cultivators lit up. Without needing any command, they all concentrated their efforts to launch a general offensive toward the broken gap and the adjacent stone pillars.

"Block them!"

The Tribulation Crossing Old Ancestor's eyes were nearly splitting.

Unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to take action.

The twelve Blood-Robed Cultivators joined forces and rushed toward the gap in the Formation.

They were the twelve Elders of the Blood Prison Sacred Land, all Mahayana Stage Cultivators. They glanced at each other; as the core executors of the plan, they had no way back now.

If they blocked them, the future would be a smooth path, and Ascension to the Upper Realm would be just around the corner.

If they couldn't, there would be only one end: death!

"Form the Blood Prison Asura Formation!"

The leading Elder shouted, and the twelve figures blurred, instantly forming a new array at the gap of the Formation.

Dense blood-light erupted from their bodies, connecting with each other, and finally transforming into an Asura phantom with three heads and six arms.

They were actually burning their own essence blood, using themselves as the Formation's eye to construct a defensive line.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourselves!"

Old Man Yin Gu snorted coldly and, along with several other Mahayana Cultivators, didn't stop for a moment, fiercely unleashing their attacks upon the thousand-foot-tall Asura.