Unless it was someone who had mastered some sort of evil technique that specialized in soul refinement, using a ghost to possess one's body, there might still be a chance of survival. However, the chance of that happening was one in a million.

Now, there were Evil Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm Realm, along with two people at the late stage of the Core Formation Realm. Xiao Yi and the other three were all shocked.

Although Mr. Xuanzhen was also in the Nascent Soul Realm Realm, Xiao Yi, Liu Zhen, and Hu Zhipeng were not sure if they could win against another two cultivators in the late stage of the Core Formation Realm. What was more, in addition to the three people, they also had dozens of cultivators in the Foundation-building Realm.

One of the three leaders was a fat man with a curly beard. He said in a low and muffled voice, "Big Brother, what sort of formation was set up by that brat? How couldn't we break through it?"

"That's right, big brother. Even though Feng Laodao's cultivation is inferior to ours, he could be able to destroy the Roaring Sky Print. Why did we waste so much effort?" The other cultivator with a white face and triangular eyes said in a disapproving manner.

"All of you only know one reason. It's difficult to crack this formation with brute force, especially the underground defensive formations. They are so intricate that they can connect everyone of them. If you don't do it well, the formation will collapse, and the whole mountain will also collapse. It can't be solved with brute force. As for Feng Laodao can crack the Roaring Sky Print, do you think it's his own power? No, even if there were a hundred of Feng Laodao, they won't be able to destroy the Divine Tool, the Roaring Sky Print. Even I don't know much about the secrets behind it." The red-faced man explained to his two brothers.

"Oh? Is that so?" The other two were shocked, but they didn't ask too much. Instead, they showed mysterious expressions on their faces. Obviously, they had some scruples and didn't dare to ask. However, they frowned and said after a while, "What should we do?"

"There's no need to rush," said the red-faced Nascent Soul Realm Realm Cultivator. "I've already found some clues." As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand, causing several beams of white light to flash across his body. They went into the water source.

"Big Brother, is it really that difficult to deal with this? You actually need to use the Jiuzi ghost?" The black-faced man asked in a disapproving tone.

"What do you know? The Jiuzi ghost can travel through space as they wish; these formations can't stop them. I let them into the formation so they can work together with me to break the formation." The red-faced cultivator proudly said.

"Big brother, don't you have nine Jiuzi ghosts? Why are there only eight of them today?" The black-faced man continued to ask.

"Don't mention it. It's all because of that d*mn Feng Laodao. He felt that he wasn't strong enough and wanted to borrow one from me. In the end, he didn't return it before he died. Even now, I still can't feel that Sky-ghost's aura. Would I have given it to him if I had known that it would happen? I wouldn't have agreed to even if he gave me that supreme grade cauldron." The red-faced cultivator angrily said.

"Big Brother, there's no rush. That Sky-ghost must have been obtained by that brat Xiao Yi. I heard that there are many he has. Otherwise, they wouldn't have fallen into his trap." The white-faced cultivator was obviously the wisest of the three. His triangular eyes turned as he spoke.

"D*mn it! Don't let me run into him! Otherwise, I'll chop him into pieces!" The red-faced Cultivator's face turned even redder. He was no longer as calm as he had been before. Apparently, the loss of a Sky-ghost made him so angry.

At this time, there was finally a fluctuation coming from the depths of the water source. Obviously, the eight Sky-ghosts had already passed through the space and reached the bottom of the formation.

They stopped chatting and focused their attention on the ripples on the surface of the water, hoping to work together to break through the formation.

However, Xiao Yi and the others were shocked after hearing their words. Even Mr. Xuanzhen was alarmed and said in a low voice: "Jiuzi ghosts! There were Jiuzi ghosts here! Legend has it that nine Sky-ghost can set up a Jiuzi Formation. Even cultivators at the Apotheosis Realm will not be able to return even if they're trapped inside."

As Mr. Xuanzhen was so agitated, his True Energy couldn't help but be unstable. The little blue umbrella in his hand couldn't help trembling.

Mr. Xuanzhen quickly calmed himself down and re-infused his True Energy.

However, this moment of negligence would cause the red-faced Cultivator to feel something wrong.

"Who's there?" He cried out. Suddenly, black Qi surged from his body, transforming into a huge hand formed out of black clouds. His nails were pitch-black, and sinister wind surrounded them. He reached out and grabbed the place where the four of them were.

Hundreds of meters away, they actually arrived in the blink of an eye.

The four of them only smelled a strong fishy odor, as if it was the smell of the sewer underground, which was emitted by the big hand.

Knowing that their tracks were exposed, they couldn't hide anymore, so they spread out and showed their magic treasures.

The large hand of the black cloud failed to catch the four of them. It exploded with a bang and turned into an extremely fishy liquid, scattering in all directions.

Hu Zhipeng's cultivation was the lowest among the four. When he smelled the stinky smell, he only felt dizzy and almost fell down.

"Take this!" Xiao Yi immediately took out a Spirit Pill and threw it at Hu Zhipeng.

Hu Zhipeng caught it hurriedly. According to his knowledge, it was impossible for him to recognize what kind of pill it was. However, it was from Xiao Yi. Obviously, it was not bad, so he swallowed it without hesitation.

The Spirit Pill had a unique restraining effect on this kind of evil Qi. Once it entered the stomach, its fragrance overflowed and quickly removed the foul smell that Hu Zhipeng had inhaled. Hu Zhipeng then knew that he had once again obtained great benefits from Xiao Yi. However, he had no time to thank Xiao Yi at this moment. The three cultivators had already arrived in front of the four of them.

"Hey? There are so many people with high cultivation who have found this place. Who are you?" The red-faced cultivator with a black flying sword pointed at Xiao Yi and the other three and shouted.

However, before Xiao Yi could reply, the white-faced man with triangular eyes next to the red-faced cultivator cried out in a low voice, "Big Brother, it's Xiao Yi, it's that brat Xiao Yi!"

"Oh? Which one?" The other two were both shocked by these words.

"The one with the bald head!!" He was excited as if he had seen a moving treasure. He pointed at Xiao Yi and shouted.

"Are you crazy, second brother? Isn't that a monk?" The black-faced man stares at him and asks.

"No, it's Xiao Yi. I've seen all his videos and photos. I can't be wrong. Even if he shaved off his hair and eyebrows and disguised himself, he can't fool me. If we catch him, we would get 20 Spiritual Stones as a reward." The white-faced cultivator said with certainty. Looking at Xiao Yi, he rubbed his hands in excitement.

"Haha, d*mn it. It's so easy to find him by sheer luck. I was just looking for him, but this guy came to me unexpectedly. Brat, you won't be that lucky this time." The red-faced cultivator was excited to hear his second brother's words.

"Big Brother, that old old is at the Nascent Soul Realm Realm. If I was right, he's the second leader of Lao Mountain, Xuanzhen. It's said that he said that he wouldn't join our sect even if he died. He's also wanted in our sect. Although the reward is not as high as Xiao Yi's, it's still as high as 10 spiritual stones. I'll leave it to you," the white-faced cultivator, as one of the brains of the three people, was very knowledgeable. He pointed at Xuanzhen and shouted.

"Fine, fine, fine. Leave that old thing in the Nascent Soul Realm Realm to me. You deal with Xiao Yi, and the third brother deals with the remaining two guys. Make it quick." The red-faced cultivator said. He immediately shook his flying sword, and True Energy gushed out. The black flying sword suddenly turned size of more than three meters. Like a black dragon, it went straight to Mr. Xuanzhen with a ferocious buzzing sound.

Mr. Xuanzhen pushed the umbrella in his hand and immediately fought with the red-faced Nascent Soul Realm Realm cultivator.

The little umbrella of Mr. Xuanzhen was a treasure that contained the essence of the sunflower water. However, Xuanzhen was not the one who loved to fight. This umbrella was mainly used for defense, and the strength of the attack was much weaker. However, the essence of the sunflower water itself had a restraining effect on the evil Taoist Weapon. Therefore, although its attack power was not as strong as that of the black dragon-like sword, it would not fall to the ground for a while.

Liu Zhen and Hu Zhipeng met the black-faced cultivator. However, when their cultivations were together, they were no higher than the cultivator at the Late-stage of the Gold Elixir Realm.

As for the white-faced triangle-eyed cultivator, he finally smiled sinisterly and faced off against Xiao Yi.

"Hah hah, middle-stage Gold Elixir? Do you need me to do it? Why don't you seal your True Energy and surrender? You'll be able to suffer less," the white-faced cultivator said with a sinister smile as he propped up his chin.

But Xiao Yi did not waste time talking to him. With a wave of his hand, the thirteen precious needles flew out in an instant and attacked the white-faced cultivator from all directions.

Seeing the thirteen needles, the white-faced cultivator gave a scornful sneer. The silver light on his robe radiated out a powerful Spiritual Power fluctuation. Then, the cultivator's head and limbs shrank like a tortoise, hiding in the robe. He really didn't care about his image at all.

"Puff, puff, puff!" There were a few muffled sounds. The thirteen treasured needles pierced into the robe one after another at different angles and at different speeds.