“What spell formation is this?!” the words were not spoken by Patriarch Rubicund, whose heart trembled with fear and trepidation as he looked at the foggy wind around them growing less and less clear. Nor were they spoken by Patriarch Pockmarks, who stood there with an unsightly expression on his face.
Instead, they were spoken by another Cultivator. He was short, with a very large head. Because of that, he didn’t stand out very much within the crowd. Even Meng Hao hadn’t even noticed him.
When the big-headed Cultivator spoke out, looks of reverence appeared on the faces of many of the surrounding onlookers, who stepped back politely. Patriarch Pockmarks was from the Han River Sect. Patriarch Rubicund was from the Sky High Sect. And this big-headed Cultivator was the Patriarch of the third great Sect, the Talisman Sect.
His Cultivation base was at the late Core Formation stage. His methods were ruthless, and few people in Dongluo City would dare to provoke him. Furthermore, he was known to be very skilled with spell formations. As he stepped forward and looked out at the foggy wind, he slapped his bag of holding to produce a jade bracelet.
Patriarch Rubicund and Patriarch Pockmarks looked at Patriarch Big-head’s bag of holding with bitter smiles. They said nothing, but it was obvious that he hadn’t been part of the great Spirit Stone theft incident. Clearly, his bag of holding was completely intact.
Patriarch Big-head stared down at the bracelet, the surface of which was murky, but upon which could be seen over one hundred dots of light, moving to and fro. He studied it for a long moment and then took a deep breath. His eyes shone with amazement, and his heart trembled. “What a splendid Celestial spell formation,” he said. “This is a legendary magic from ancient times, long since lost to the world. And yet here it is today, being employed in front of our own eyes!
“This Celestial spell formation is based upon humans. Ancient Cultivators used powerful corporeal bodies to form the eye of the spell. The more people in the spell formation, the more power it can employ…. The wind of this spell formation has the potential to slay Immortals. Those phantoms are Human Celestials!!” Patriarch Big-head’s scalp was numb. He suddenly turned his head to look at the foggy wind behind them, and his eyes began to glitter brightly.
“However, there are only one hundred people powering this particular spell. Furthermore, these are not ancient Cultivators, and their Cultivation bases are varied and weak. In turn, that means… this spell formation can be broken! What is your choice, to break through the wind in front of us and slay the people therein, or break through the wind behind us, retreat and then come up with another plan?” He looked at Patriarch Pockmarks and Patriarch Rubicund, his eyes gleaming.
The three of them exchanged glances, whereupon their eyes filled with determination.
“I don’t want much,” said Patriarch Big-head with a smile, his eyes filled with avarice. “Just that parrot.”
“I want my belongings back, plus half of the contents of that guy’s bag of holding,” said Patriarch Pockmarks, his voice grim.
“The other half goes to me,” said Patriarch Rubicund, his killing intent flickering, “along with his life!”
"ก่อตัวสะกดอะไรนี่!" คำว่าไม่ได้พูด โดยพระ Rubicund หัวใจที่มี trembled ด้วยความกลัวและความกังวลใจที่เขามองดูที่ลมหมอกนั้นเติบโตน้อย และไม่ชัดเจน หรือพวกเขาถูกพูด โดยพระ Pockmarks ที่ยืนอยู่ที่นั่นกับนิพจน์ที่ไม่น่าดูบนใบหน้าของเขาแทน พวกเขาถูกพูด โดยเกษตรกรอื่น เขาเป็นสั้น มีหัวขนาดใหญ่มาก จากนั้น เขาไม่ได้โดดเด่นมากในฝูงชน แม้งเฮาไม่ได้แม้แต่สังเกตเห็นเขาเมื่อเกษตรกรที่หัวพูดออก ลักษณะความเคารพปรากฏบนใบหน้าของเอ็นดูโดยรอบ ที่เดินถอยหลังสุภาพมากมาย พระ Pockmarks มาจากนิกายแม่น้ำฮัน พระ Rubicund มาจากนิกายสูงของท้องฟ้า และเกษตรกรนี้หัว พระนิกายดีสาม นิกายยันต์ฐานการเพาะปลูกของเขาถูกในขั้นก่อตัวหลักปลาย วิธีการของเขาหิน และไม่กี่คนในเมือง Dongluo จะกล้าไปกระตุ้นเขา นอกจากนี้ เขาไม่ทราบว่าจะมีฝีมือมากกับตัวสะกด เขาก้าวไปข้างหน้า และมองที่ลมหมอก เขาตบกระเป๋าของเขาถือผลิตกำไลหยกพระ Rubicund และพระ Pockmarks ดูพระหัวใหญ่ของกระเป๋าถือด้วยรอยยิ้มขม พวกเขากล่าวว่า ไม่มีอะไร แต่มันเป็นที่ชัดเจนว่า เขาไม่ได้เป็นส่วนหนึ่งของเหตุการณ์การโจรกรรมหินมีสปิริต อย่างชัดเจน ถือถุงของเขาได้อย่างสมบูรณ์เหมือนเดิมPatriarch Big-head stared down at the bracelet, the surface of which was murky, but upon which could be seen over one hundred dots of light, moving to and fro. He studied it for a long moment and then took a deep breath. His eyes shone with amazement, and his heart trembled. “What a splendid Celestial spell formation,” he said. “This is a legendary magic from ancient times, long since lost to the world. And yet here it is today, being employed in front of our own eyes!“This Celestial spell formation is based upon humans. Ancient Cultivators used powerful corporeal bodies to form the eye of the spell. The more people in the spell formation, the more power it can employ…. The wind of this spell formation has the potential to slay Immortals. Those phantoms are Human Celestials!!” Patriarch Big-head’s scalp was numb. He suddenly turned his head to look at the foggy wind behind them, and his eyes began to glitter brightly.“However, there are only one hundred people powering this particular spell. Furthermore, these are not ancient Cultivators, and their Cultivation bases are varied and weak. In turn, that means… this spell formation can be broken! What is your choice, to break through the wind in front of us and slay the people therein, or break through the wind behind us, retreat and then come up with another plan?” He looked at Patriarch Pockmarks and Patriarch Rubicund, his eyes gleaming.The three of them exchanged glances, whereupon their eyes filled with determination.“I don’t want much,” said Patriarch Big-head with a smile, his eyes filled with avarice. “Just that parrot.”“I want my belongings back, plus half of the contents of that guy’s bag of holding,” said Patriarch Pockmarks, his voice grim.“The other half goes to me,” said Patriarch Rubicund, his killing intent flickering, “along with his life!”
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