Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

Chapter 115 Before the Final Battle (2)

As Geng Ling expected, the first formation failed.

Looking at the pile of half-wasted materials, Geng Ling stood up and called out to the few people who were still in seclusion.

Soon the five of them gathered together. After nearly a year of madly absorbing spirit stones to practice, Ancestor He had reached the peak of fusion, He Qing had reached the peak of refining emptiness, and Qingqing was at the eighth level of refining emptiness.

The tentacle itself was at the fourth level of the Refinement Realm, Geng Ling was at the ninth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and as for Ye Chen, he was emitting a faint aura of fusion, which seemed to indicate that he was only one step away from achieving the final state.

"There's no time. We won't run anymore."

Qingqing was a little worried about Geng Ling, fearing that Geng Ling couldn't let go of the creatures in the Fusang world.

Geng Ling patted Qingqing's head and said, "A lot has happened recently. That ninth-level Mahayana cultivator only has a few days left before coming out of seclusion. He will most likely be at the peak of Mahayana cultivation. All the cross-realm teleportation arrays in the Fusang Realm have been destroyed in the past few decades."

Geng Ling paused, feeling somewhat guilty. "I've already tried to set up a cross-border teleportation array, but just now, it failed. And there's no time to try again."

Qingqing held Geng Ling's hand to comfort her.

Ye Chen said: "Fellow Daoist Geng Ling, there is no need to feel guilty. We will not necessarily lose if we fight to the death."

But in fact, everyone knows that the chances of winning are slim.

Geng Ling smiled easily: "Don't worry, everyone. I have another trump card to break the deadlock!"

The four of them were overjoyed: "Really?"

Geng Ling looked relaxed: "Of course."

"Let's go! Before the war starts, let's go to other places to pick up some things." Geng Ling looked cunning.

The four of them immediately understood: "Okay!"

Geng Ling carried all the Mahayana formations of the He family with him and activated the teleportation formation.

There are only three major forces left in the Fuso world, and these three are the only ones that did not besiege the He family at the beginning.

These three forces all have Mahayana magic weapons or Mahayana formations. Geng Ling feels that it is useless for them to keep them anyway, so it is better to pick some up before the decisive battle to slightly increase the probability of winning.

The four of them arrived above a force, and Patriarch He said loudly, "Is Patriarch Zhao here?"

The sound instantly spread throughout the huge city below. This was a family force, not a sect force.

A figure appeared in front of the five people and said, "I am Zhao Tianming. What brings you here today, fellow Taoists?"

"May I have a word with you?" said Patriarch He.

"Of course you can. Come to my cave."

The six of them turned into streams of light and flew towards Zhao Tianming's cave.

"It's just some rough tea, not a token of respect." Zhao Tianming was very humble and took the initiative to pour tea for the five people.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, there's no need for this. I'll be frank. We're here for your Zhao family's protective formation and the Mahayana magic weapon."

The corner of Zhao Tianming's eye twitched slightly. How could he take someone's life right away? After a long pause, he spoke: "Friend He...isn't this a bit too much?"

"To be honest, I think so too, but we must get it. A few days ago, cultivators from all over the Fusang Realm turned into blood and energy and gradually condensed in one direction. You should have investigated it." Patriarch He took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"We investigated, but the blood energy disappeared after a short while. No one knows where it went, so we didn't find anything."

"Let me tell you what we know. It was the work of a ninth-level Mahayana Blood Demon. The blood energy he devoured was enough for him to reach the peak of Mahayana. His ultimate goal is to transform everyone in the Qiankun Realm into Blood Demons and devour them, hoping to use this to transcend the tribulation. He was also the mastermind behind the great war in your Fusang Realm three thousand years ago."

This information might be a bit too much for Zhao Tianming, but he felt it was not false. After all, he could not defeat any of the five people from the He family. If they really wanted the magic weapons and formations of his Zhao family, they could just attack directly, and the Zhao family would definitely not be able to stop them.

Geng Ling stood up and said, "Ancestor Zhao, I am a seventh-grade formation master. I will soon be able to set up an eighth-grade formation. After this is over, how about I compensate the Zhao family with three sets of eighth-grade formations?"

Zhao Tianming hesitated, and Geng Ling swore an oath directly.

Ye Chen began to play the good cop: "Ancestor Zhao, I, Long Aotian, am determined to obtain this magic weapon and formation today. If you don't give it to me now, then I will snatch it away openly!"

Geng Ling immediately glared at him: "Long Aotian, you are so unreasonable!"

Zhao Tianming: “…”

If you're not my buddy, don't you pretend?

"Alright, since this young friend has already sworn an oath, I naturally believe what you all say. Please follow me, and I will take you to retrieve the magic weapon and the formation plate."

"Brother Zhao is straightforward!" Although Patriarch He was very happy, he felt a little disappointed for some reason.

Several people came to a secret room. Zhao Tianming triggered the mechanism and entered first. Facing them was a three-legged, two-eared tripod, about half a meter high, and an activated formation plate next to it.

"Here are my clan's Mahayana instruments and formations. I will give them to you today. May you all have a successful start!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhao."

"Thank you, Senior Zhao."

The five people bowed.

After putting away the magic weapon and the formation plate, Patriarch He bowed and said goodbye, but Zhao Tianming asked, "Are you going to the other two forces next?"

"Yes, what's wrong, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Tianming immediately gloated: "Can I go with you?"

"That's natural!"

"Okay, okay! Let's go!"

Zhao Tianming was even more impatient than Geng Ling and the others.

Geng Ling moved the formation and arrived above Hantian Sect. Zhao Tianming couldn't wait to shout, "Silly barbarian! Are you still alive? Come out to greet him!"

The disciples of Hantian Sect glared at each other, and some wanted to rush into the sky to defend the reputation of the sect.

A powerful pressure pushed the flying disciple back to the ground. Then, a voice was heard from the place where the pressure came from, and then a strong man appeared in front of the six people.

"Zhao Tianming! What brings you to my Hantian Sect?"

"Hehehe, great news! I'm here to bring you an opportunity!" Zhao Tianming stepped forward, patted the burly man on the shoulder, and then said, "Come on, let's go to your cave and talk!"

The burly man pushed him away and said, "Do you really have such a kind heart?"

Zhao Tianming was pushed away without any displeasure, "Oh, let's go, let's go to your cave first."

While signaling Geng Ling and others to follow.

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"That's the thing! You decide what to do."

After Zhao Tianming finished speaking, he crossed his arms over his chest with a nonchalant look, which made the strong man's veins pop out.

You're giving me a chance? Is this what you call a chance?

Geng Ling stood up and bowed, "Senior, I'm not borrowing it for free. After this matter is over, I'm willing to compensate you with three sets of eighth-grade formations."

Zhao Tianming was unhappy: "His Hantian Sect only has one Mahayana magic weapon and an incomplete Mahayana formation. Why should they be the same as me?"

"I'll give you another set!" Geng Ling waved his hand. As long as this matter was over, they could stay in the Fusang Realm as long as they wanted. Even if Geng Ling went crazy, a few years was not a long time for a fusion cultivator.

Zhao Gongming immediately shut up with satisfaction.

"I wonder what you think, senior?" Geng Ling turned around and said to the ancestor of Hantian Sect.

This time, before Ye Chen even started playing the good guy, Zhao Tianming jumped in first.

"Barbarian, don't be so shameless! These people from Feixian Star are all for our Fusang Realm. If you don't give it to me, I will rob them!"

Ye Chen said that all he said were my words!

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