This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 925 - 464: Taishang: Xuandu, Show Them What a Great Alchemist Truly Is! (2)

"Be careful, Uncle Huang Long!"

Seeing the four adorable little Plague Gods carved from jade, Huang Long laughed happily and said:

"Oh my, Junior Brother Lv Yue, you truly are fortunate to have taken in four disciples with such remarkable talents. I'm quite envious!"

"Later on, I promise I'll take it easy on them!"

Huang Long meant this sincerely, but to Lv Yue's ears, the words sounded less than harmonious.

"Don't boast, Senior Brother; let your skills do the talking!"

As Lv Yue's voice faded, an endless torrent of terrifying miasma capable of corrupting immortal god bodies spread throughout the great formation.

Outside the formation, the members of the Chan Sect saw that Huang Long hadn't emerged for a long time and assumed he was struggling, which made them worry.

But shortly after, they heard the clear sound of fabric tearing emanating from the formation.

Immediately following that was a roar of endless fury from Plague God Lv Yue.

"Huang Long! How dare you tear my magic treasure! Return my Yellow Plague Banner!"

Then Huang Long's slightly apologetic voice drifted out from the formation.

"Oh, Junior Brother Lv Yue, don't be angry. I didn't mean it."

"You know my situation; I've never had a Spiritual Treasure, nor a decent Divine Weapon, and I'm terrified of being poor."

"If it weren't for my little understanding of Body Refining, I wouldn't have been able to escape your Yellow Plague Formation today."

"So I used just a little force and didn't expect to damage your Spiritual Treasure!"

Lv Yue, listening to this, was even more infuriated to the point of being red in the ears.

"Huang Long! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"Come, let's battle three hundred rounds here today, or you won't leave my formation!"

So, the Chan Sect's immortals could faintly see two large Dharma Forms with three heads and six arms tangled up in the Yellow Plague Formation, fighting intensely with fists hitting flesh.

"Looks like Junior Brother Huang Long won't be coming out for a while; let's continue breaking the formations."

Chi Jingzi shook his head helplessly and looked at his fellow disciples, asking:

"Everyone, choose a formation. Let's aim for a swift victory."

True Monarch Qingxu Taoist, holding his powerful Five Fire Seven Bird Fan, laughed and said:

Qingxu True Man, holding the Five Fire Seven Bird Fan, laughed and said, "Then I'll choose the Cold Ice Formation. After all, I've spent quite a few years in Cold Ice Hell, so even if I can't break the formation, they can't do much to me."

Qingxu True Man's words reminded everyone of their time spent in prison together.

The Chan Sect immortals smiled knowingly.

The myriad formations of the Jie Sect were indeed like various hell packages.

"Then I'll choose the Fire Dragon Formation!"

Taoyi True Master, carrying his Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, was the first to rush out, heading towards the Fire Dragon Formation to battle the immortals Luo Xuan and Xin Huan from the Fire Dragon Island.

"I'll choose the Heavenly Extinction Formation!"

True Master Yu Ding followed closely.

He lifted his Immortal Slaying Sword, transforming into a supremely sharp sword light, and blasted into the Heavenly Extinction Formation to trouble Qin Heavenly Monarch.

"I'll choose the Earthly Fiery Formation!"

Ju Liusun tossed the Immortal Binding Rope wrapped around his wrist into the air, and it instantly turned into a majestic golden Divine Dragon carrying him into the Earth Splitting Formation.

"I'll choose the Golden Light Formation!"

Ci Hang Daoist proclaimed loudly.

"I'll choose the Blood Transformation Formation!"

Manjusri smiled.

"I'll choose the Red Water Formation!"

Master Samantabhadra was not to be outdone.

...

One after another, the immortals of the Chan Sect and Heavenly Court's Divine Generals chose various formations on the Myriad Immortals Array's perimeter to challenge, leaving only three formations unattended in Chi Jingzi's view.

First, the "Soul Falling Formation," capable of directly attacking the Divine Soul.

Second, the seemingly ordinary "Red Sand Array."

Third, the "Wind Roar Formation," filled with endless battering winds and appearing frightening.

Chi Jingzi turned to Master Xuandu and smiled:

"Brother Xuandu, how about I take a trip through the Soul Falling Formation, and you go through the Red Sand Array?"

"Whichever of us leaves first will then take a turn through the Wind Roar Formation. What do you think?"

"Alright!"

Master Xuandu, having no doubts, nodded and agreed immediately.

The two each entered their chosen formation.

This left Heavenly Monarch Dong, responsible for the Wind Roar Formation, staring in frustration.

"Why are none of you coming to my Wind Roar Formation? Do you all look down on me, Dong Quan?!"

Heavenly Monarch Dong was quite displeased.

In reality, he didn't realize that the formidable reputation of his Wind Roar Formation was well known to the disciples of the Chan Sect, striking fear in their hearts.

After all, when the formation was first created, the first unfortunate Divine Spirit it accosted was none other than their very own mentor (or uncle), Taishang.

The disciples of the Chan Sect were truly terrified of this formation, powerful enough to disorient even a Saint, and had no desire to suffer public embarrassment like their teacher.