Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The postman was a little angry listening to him, but when he saw that his soul was still stable, he was relieved.    

    

"So you are brothers. No wonder you look so similar." Yang Xuan nodded and said.    

    

"In fact, there were only us two brothers left in Mong family. However, the curse on brother's body was too deep and couldn't be removed. Hence, he was refined into a guardian spirit by the Old Ancestor." The post officer sighed while the blood-red youth had a solemn expression on his face.    

    

Just as Yang Xuan was about to ask about the situation, the young man with blood-red light suddenly trembled. The black Qi gradually devoured him, and a pained expression appeared on his face. There were signs that his body was about to disappear.    

    

Yuh Qingcheng's eyes focused and her hands formed a few seals. A palm slapped onto the youth's body and the pure Spiritual Force slowly poured in, stabilizing his body.    

    

"I was hit by the black Qi of that ghost cultivator. I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold on for much longer. At this moment, the grand formation in the tomb has already been activated. Quickly go down. Kill that ghost cultivator in the formation!" The bloody youth said hastily, and then he stretched out his hand to condense a pearl. It flew into the hands of the post office.    

    

Back then, Patriarch of the Mong family had left behind a grand formation in the ancient tomb to deal with outsiders. Initially, the young man with blood-red light was controlling the formation. However, his divine soul had become unstable at this moment. So, he naturally had to give it to the post officer because he lacked the strength to do so.    

    

"Remember, the grand formation relies on the power of the bright moon. We must finish them off before the moon disappears. Otherwise, all of you will die without a doubt!"    

    

After saying that, the young man with blood-red light slowly fell into a deep sleep. Yang Xuan and the other two jumped into the cave. In an instant, they arrived in a world of darkness. Yang Xuan's finger moved slightly, and a tiny flame started dancing on his fingertip. The light lit up the surroundings.    

    

In front of him was a stone forest. Looking from afar through the cracks of the stone forest, there was a blurry gazebo standing there. As the surrounding smoke flowed, the gazebo was also slowly shaking.    

    

Yang Xuan took a closer look and saw that there was a name on each of the towering rocks. There were more than a hundred of them. They were the unique tombs of the Mong family.    

    

"This is the resting place of our people. All the treasures that were buried with us are in the gazebo. The old ancestor never came out after he brought us into the pavilion. We didn't dare to go in either." As the post-man spoke, he gently raised the pearl in his hand. A hazy light spread out and the grand formation underground immediately sensed it.    

    

This grand formation was made up of dozens of small formations. Every stone in the stone forest was the eye of the formation. They were connected to each other in an exquisite manner. Yang Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw them.    

    

"I never thought that the Mong family would have such attainments in formations when they are fighting on the battlefield!"    

    

"No, the old ancestor isn't proficient in formations either. This is a gift from a good friend of the old ancestor. It was the guardian formation of the Mong family. After that, the old ancestor moved the matter here."    

    

Yang Xuan revealed a strange expression when he heard the official's words. Because he had already recognized the technique of setting up the formation. It was exactly the same as the previous Daoist Spirit Turtle, except for him. Yang Xuan didn't think that anyone else would have the ability to do so.    

    

"Impossible. That crazy Daoist was a man from many years ago. At that time, there was no one else who could live until now other than you and me!" When the Black Panther heard his thoughts, it immediately called out.    

    

"Perhaps it's his junior. It's just that being able to use the formation to such a degree of perfection is truly shocking." The great formation in front of him had already been activated. The stone forest lit up one after another, and soon, the surroundings were illuminated.    

    

A type of ancient aura spread out, instantly filling the entire stone forest. Strands of austere aura were nurtured, drifting and gathering within the stone forest. Every single strand contained a terrifying might.    

    

"Let's go. They should have already entered the pavilion. When we meet that ghost cultivator, I only need a moment to control the power of the grand formation and directly kill him!"    

    

The three of them walked to the pavilion, but before they entered, they already felt a familiar aura and a vague black aura surrounding the outside.    

    

"The seal here has been destroyed by the black Qi. They are inside." Yang Xuan immediately recognized it. He was the first to rush in and saw Ghost Ink and the others.    

    

At this moment, Ghost Ink was standing in front of a sacrificial altar, holding a box in his hand and looking at it carefully. A man and a woman were standing on both sides of the altar, holding a ghost head chain in their hands, tightly binding an old man's divine soul. It was the Old Ancestor of Mong family.    

    

Although Patriarch of the Mong family's cultivation base was extraordinary and his divine soul had been nurtured and nurtured for many years, the destructive force of a ghost cultivator towards the spiritual body was greater. It was very easy for him to capture the old man.    

    

"Old ancestor!" The moment the post officer saw this scene, he felt his heart tearing and his heart aching. He immediately rushed over.    

    

Only then did Ghost Ink slowly turn around and look at them. He still had a sinister smile on his face as he said, "General Ning, go and take care of them!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of the post office. Ning Ziwei stood in front of him with a long spear in his hand and a cold expression. His entire body emitted a terrifying power.    

    

This was... Purple Lotus Demon Seed!    

    

After all, Yang Xuan had dealt with the Purple Lotus Devil Seed several times. When he saw the faint purple light in Ning Ziwei's eyes, he immediately reacted.    

    

The post office was anxious. The long whip in his hand turned into a white light in an instant. It whistled and arrived in front of Ning Ziwei. Ning Ziwei wanted to swing his spear away, but the whip suddenly became soft. It spun a few times and wrapped around the long spear.    

    

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I have long heard that the Mong family's whip and the Ning Family's spear are two absolute weapons at the border. It deterred the Barbarian Clan from attacking for dozens of years. Today, I see that it is indeed extraordinary." Ghost Ink smacked his lips. His eyes were burning with passion, as if he enjoyed watching the two of them fight.    

    

"Pah! A ghost cultivator of the Lower Nine Paths is worthy of mentioning the name of the Mong family's Whip!" Patriarch of the Mong family glared at Ghost Ink and cursed. Immediately, his ghost head chain was tightened by a man and a woman, causing his face to turn pale from the pain.    

    

Seeing his old ancestor in such a state, the post office became even more anxious. However, he couldn't attack Ning Ziwei with the formation he controlled. He could only increase the speed of the whip in his hand, hoping to get rid of it as soon as possible to save his old ancestor.    

    

However, his heart was filled with anxiety, causing more flaws to appear. Ning Ziwei saw it with a glance, and the long spear pierced through the gap of the whip. Seeing that it was about to pierce through his chest, Yuh Qingcheng waved the light muslin. She quickly pulled the post office back and barely avoided the attack.    

    

"I will trap him, you go and save him!" Yang Xuan took out his Yin Yang Pan and took a few strange steps. A magic formation instantly surrounded Ning Ziwei, no matter how he waved the long spear in his hand. The formation was extremely solid, making him helpless.    

    

The moment Ghost Ink saw Yang Xuan use the formation, his eyes narrowed slightly. Patriarch of the Mong family's eyes were shining brightly, revealing a trace of joy on his face.    

    

"Could it be the descendant of an old friend? It seems like the heavens won't let Mong family down. We can be saved this time!"    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

The girl glared at Patriarch of the Mong family. The ghost head chain in her hand tightened once again, causing Patriarch of the Mong family to feel a heart-piercing pain. He gasped continuously.    

    

"You have come at the right time. This old man won't give me an explanation no matter what. I think your Mong family's last lifeline is a pretty good threat." Ghost Ink looked at the post office and smiled coldly.