After all, it is not the original formation. When the power of the Ten Directions Netherworld Black Evil Formation is mostly mobilized to deal with two Dan-King cultivators and a sixth-level monster, the power of the formation sealing is greatly weakened.

With such an opportunity, how can those foundation-building monks who are eager to escape from this place not seize it?

At this time, in order to escape from danger, no one is reluctant to use their trump card.

In just a moment, seven or eight talisman treasures were stimulated and stimulated, emitting a powerful aura and bombarded the barrier of the formation.

At the same time, several of the disposable treasures as powerful as the Fire Thunder Bead were directly used.

When Wang Ping saw this scene, he originally wanted to sacrifice the talisman treasure, but he put it away again.

The "Fire Dragon Bottle" talisman, Tong Yuanli, Tang Haikun and others had seen it with their own eyes on Jinzhu Island.

If he sacrificed this talisman treasure at this time, the two of them would definitely guess that he had obtained the Li family's inheritance and did not hand over it. At that time, it would be difficult to explain the matter when facing the two of them questioning them.

At this time, many foundation-building monks attacked fiercely, and the formation barrier was indeed torn apart.

Because Wang Ping was quick to see the opportunity, he was already close to the formation barrier, and a gap was opened by two talisman treasures.

So he rushed out of the formation faster than the master of the two talisman treasures.

However, Wang Ping had just rushed out of the formation and had not had time to be happy, so he waved the layers of water curtains under the Royal Water Flag to protect himself.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of bursts kept ringing, and the defensive water curtain that Wang Ping had set up in a hurry was easily broken by several magic weapons that hit him.

However, with these water curtains blocking him for a while, he finally moved his body in time to avoid the attacks of those magic weapons.

But just when he thought he had avoided all the attacks, his pupils suddenly shrank again and he quickly made a sideways dodging.

With a light "puff", Wang Ping, who was dodging sideways, directly exploded with a blood flower on his left shoulder.

drink!

With a low shout, Wang Ping's body surged, and he instantly forced a black bone dagger out of his shoulder that was still in trouble.

Even so, a feeling of dizziness still hit his mind and could not be dispelled.

There is poison on the dagger!

His face changed, but he had no time to take out the pills to detoxify, so he could only mobilize his magic power to protect his heart meridians and other key points.

Fortunately, at this time, other monks rushed out of the gap and helped him share the attacks of the Black Evil Sect and the foundation-building monks of the White Whale Island outside.

"Junior Brother Wang, are you okay? Let's break through here!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from behind Wang Ping.

But it turned out that Tong Yuanli also broke through the gap here, and when he saw him in front of him, he invited him.

Thinking that Tong Yuanli was a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage and had a talisman treasure in his hand, Wang Ping hesitated for a moment and broke into the direction he pointed.

There are obviously many people who choose the same as Wang Ping.

In the blink of an eye, with Tong Yuanli as the center, they gathered five or six foundation-building monks.

Wang Ping, who was helped by others, finally had time to take out the spiritual pills used for detoxification and healing, and suppress the toxins and injuries in his body.

But with more people, the bigger the goal.

Seeing that five or six foundation-building monks gathered here, the Black Evil Sect foundation-building monks and white whale island monks also gathered their hands to attack them.

The Black Evil Sect has been planning for today's affairs for a long time. This time, there were as many as forty or fifty monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who secretly mobilized to the White Whale Island. In addition, there were as many as seventy or eighty monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who turned against the White Whale Island.

This number is only a little less than the total number of foundation-building monks participating in this auction.

So at this time, seven or eight demon cultivators surrounded him together, and Wang Ping and the others fell into a hard battle.

During the fight, Wang Ping also discovered another troublesome problem.

That is the magical magic and magic tools of the demon cultivator, most of which have negative forces of filth and erosion.

Even if the two magic weapons have the same level, the magic weapon of the immortal cultivator will be greatly reduced if it is filthed by the negative force, and even directly be filthed with the divine mark left in the magic weapon, losing control of the magic weapon.

Only fire spells and magic weapons can ignore and restrain that negative filthy power.

But in the Seven Dragon Sea Cultivation Realm, the number of Fire Running Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation is definitely the one with the lowest number compared to the other Five Elements Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation.

This leads to the fact that even though everyone has the same cultivation level, the cultivator side has fallen into a disadvantage as soon as they fight.

Some people even ignored it for a moment and were directly caught in the Tao of the demon cultivator and were invaded by the evil spirit.

Wang Ping now has a strong say in what it feels like to invade the Yin Evil Qi.

After being hit by the black bone dagger, in addition to the toxins, he was also invaded by the Yin Evil Qi.

That feeling is like a needle ground into the bones with ice, which is painful and cold, making people feel unbearable.

Fortunately, under the repeated tests of "illusionary heart disasters", he had already tempered a very strong will, so he could endure this pain and not scream.

At this time, when he saw that he could not gain the upper hand, Tong Yuanli shouted loudly: "No, the power of these demon cultivators is too weird. You can't continue to get involved with them. Let's break through first!"

After saying that, he immediately used several top-level magic weapons to attack a certain demon cultivator, forcing the demon cultivator to give up space and break through alone.

When Wang Ping and others saw this scene, they showed their own methods and did not dare to continue to get involved with the demon cultivator.

But it’s easy for others to say that Wang Ping, who has injuries on his body and only has the initial stage of foundation building cultivation, is easily targeted as a soft persimmon.

A demon cultivator of the Black Evil Cult with the mid-stage foundation building cultivation level, while urging two white bone forks to attack him, he also sacrificed a gray-white skeleton cow head. As soon as the magic trick was urged, the skeleton cow head made a wave of ghost roar towards Wang Ping, spitting out green ghost fires and burning him.

Under this man's fierce attack, Wang Ping, who was guarding only with a water flag, even defense became a problem, let alone breaking through and running away.

Fortunately, those demon cultivators seemed to have their own "rules". After seeing that Wang Ping had been designated as a "prey" by this demon cultivator, the other demon cultivators did not insist on interfering, and they all quickly chased other cultivators.

Seeing this, Wang Ping immediately gritted his teeth, first took out the golden sword gourd, released all the sharp gold energy inside in one breath, and turned into several golden blades and slashed towards the demon cultivator.

Then he reached out and slapped the storage bag around his waist and took out the Shuiyue Huanxin Mirror.

Duh!

Wang Ping held the treasure mirror in his hand, and his magic power urged slightly, and a faint white mirror light hit the opposite demon cultivator.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when the demon cultivator was confused by the mirror light, Wang Ping raised his hand and hit the fire thunder bead that had been hidden in his sleeve.

Boom!

I saw a bright red fire rising, accompanied by the shrill scream of the demon cultivator.

What a pity!

When Wang Ping heard the scream, he knew that this was equivalent to the fire thunder bead that was attacked by a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building with all his strength, and did not directly take the life of the demon cultivator.

However, after taking this blow in a state of loss of mind, the demon cultivator was lucky enough to die and only half his life was left.

Wang Ping immediately took advantage of the severe injury of the demon cultivator and broke out more than ten feet away from him.

At this time, the market of Baijiu Island was full of immortals and demons, and immortal cultivators and demon cultivators who were running away and chasing could be seen everywhere.

There are also many Qi Refining Cultivator who were originally doing business and wandering in the market. After hearing the news of the massive invasion of the demon cultivator, they hurriedly fled out.

However, the formation of the market had been opened at this time, and even the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage could not rush out at once.

Some foundation-building monks who rushed fast, like Wang Ping at the beginning, were directly attacked by the demon cultivators and the white whale island monks, and several of them fell in one go.

When Wang Ping rushed to the edge of the Fangshi formation, he saw many monks piled up here, throwing spells at the foggy and invisible area ahead, as if he thought that this would break the formation.

When he saw this scene, he sighed in his heart.

At that moment, his eyes were fixed, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Don't attack randomly. Wang is the formation master of Jinshuimen. If you can trust Wang, you can bless the body protection spells and enter the formation together."

"Like this large formation, as long as there are too many people we enter, the more pressure the formation will be. At that time, as long as everyone does not attack randomly, they will naturally know how to break the formation!"

Accompanied by the sound of a shout, was the aura of a foundation-building monk that he tried his best to release, and the identity token raised high in his hand.

At this time, if you want people to believe his words, cultivation and identity are indispensable.

Sure enough, after seeing his cultivation level and the identity token in his hand, many monks gathered here instantly showed hesitation and hesitation, not knowing whether they should believe his words.

But Wang Ping had no time to wait for these people to hesitate to make a decision, so he immediately added fire and said, "You have no time to hesitate now. If you don't escape from the market in time, when the demon cultivator in the later stage of the Dan-King period draws his hand, everyone here will die without a burial place!"

The worst thing that dies in the hands of immortal cultivators is to be burned to ashes by a fire.

However, those demon cultivators who died in the hands of demonic cultivators, who practiced various demonic secret techniques had many ways to use the corpses and souls of the cultivators to sacrifice and refine magic weapons.

So when he heard Wang Ping's words, many of the monks who were hesitating were instantly shaken.

Soon a foundation-building monk hidden in the crowd released his breath and responded loudly: "This fellow Taoist Wang is right. Although I am not very proficient in the way of formations, I also know that the more people trapped the formation, the more power consumed the formation. Everyone stays here and waits now. It can be said that they are dead and lifeless. If they rush to the formation, there is at least one way to survive!"

In this way, the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage responded and supported each other, and many of the monks in the Qi Refining Stage also made a statement.

After a while, Wang Ping rushed into the formation with seventy or eighty people.

Roar roar roar!

As soon as he entered the formation, a dull roar came from Wang Ping and others' ears, and then he saw more than a dozen demonic corpses wearing black iron armor roaring at them.

"Be careful, these are iron-armored corpses refined by the demon cultivator using the corpse of the monk. Each end has the strength comparable to the late-stage qi refining monks. Never get close to them. Try to use fire spells to attack them!"

The foundation-building monk who had spoken out to Wang Ping seemed to have some understanding of those demonic corpses, and immediately gave a reminder.

But he and Wang Ping did not take action to deal with these iron armored corpses, because the iron armored corpses would not appear alone. The demon cultivator behind them was the existence that the two of them needed to deal with.

"The exit is there, everyone rushed there together."
To be continued...