The closed stone cave turned into an empty mountain forest, with blue light lingering in the forest. Mo Yanhua was standing on the pavilion in the forest with a flute, with a flute in black and a gloomy face.

Rong Yi looked around and said, "We have entered his illusion array."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanzhi, Nalanlian, and Ming Yulong immediately formed a four-cornered queue, guarding each other in all directions.

Yan Luo was alone in a corner.

He was not their comrade-in-arms, so they didn't dare to hand over their backs to Yan Luo casually.

Fortunately, Yan Luo's position was diagonally opposite to them, so there was no need to worry about it at least two-thirds of the time, so Yan Luo just smiled and didn't care at all.

"I just know that Yan Luo, you guy, have two intentions and want me to be fooled, you are all too young." Mo Yanhua showed a cold smile and his voice was full of conceit.

Yan Luo's face looked ugly, but his voice was still very relaxed. "Master is indeed powerful, and he saw through his disciple's plan at once."

"You dare to show off your ugly things like you!" Mo Yanhua narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone showed disdain. He turned his eyes to Ming Yulong, "You came to your door without even looking for you, so let me teach you a lesson, unfilial disciple!"

Rong Yi observed the formation and analyzed, "The formation eyes of this formation are hidden very secrets. I'm afraid there are other advantages and disadvantages, so everyone should be careful."

Mo Yanhua, opposite, smiled evilly when he heard this: "You can't escape this Nine Heavens Brahma Sound Formation. Today, you will fall into the trap. I will send you to the West together."

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black appeared on each side of the formation, with expressionless faces and eyes froze, as if they were dolls with souls.

The moment Mo Yanhua's flute sounded, the eight people suddenly rolled out with black mist, covering them like dark clouds, and shot straight into the ground. The originally lingering blue light instantly turned into a sharp sword wind.

The blade was sharp and the sword was drawn very quickly.

If it weren't for the strong martial arts of Ming Yulong and the other four, they would probably be scratched by them with one move.

Once a master takes action, he will know if there is any.

When Rong Yi saw this, he knew that the skills of these eight people must be the best-ranked masters in the Yin Saint Sect.

But it is also a tragedy for a master to meet a master.

But in the sword and shadow, Rong Yi, Ming Yulong, Nanzhi, and Nalanlian's figures were either floating like clouds, flying like flowers, or unrestrained like light. While shuttled, there was no stop in her hands.

When the eight people attacked them, Yan Luo lived in Yi Yu, and the golden blade quickly turned into a rotating wheel, flying quickly.

Just like the golden wheel, it brings out a cruel wind. Once you meet someone, you will never give up without bleeding.

Although the five people cooperated for the first time, they had a tacit understanding between each other. The eight people attacked and fell down, and the other two were injured.

Nalan Lian's jade fan flew, colliding with the weapon of the man in black. The sharp voice kept rising and falling, and he still smiled.

"With this little skill, it's better to deal with us!"

Rong Yi said: "Be careful, the formation has not been activated yet."

"Hahaha!" Mo Yanhua laughed, "Since someone is looking forward to it, I'm not polite!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the flute in his hand was placed beside his mouth and began to blow.
Chapter completed!