Chapter 567 Fish on the Chopping Board

Wei Que was trapped in the psychedelic formation, but he was not panicked. After all, he had the cultivation of the ninth level of Yunhe. Lu Ye, a fourth level, could only trap him and had no ability to kill him.

The only thing he had to do now was to escape from here quickly. Although Tan Sheng and Xia Liang were stronger than him, they were no match for the wolf pack. It was unrealistic for them to expect him to kill Lu Yiye quickly. If he delayed here for too long, no matter what the result of Tan Sheng and Xia Liang was, he would definitely not have a good ending.

But how could he escape from here?

Wei Que was annoyed and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Lu Yiye, is this all you have? Come out and fight!"

He was a ninth level, and if he had no choice, he would be embarrassed to shout this to a fourth level. Of course, he just shouted and didn't think it would have any effect.

As long as Lu Yiye's brain was not broken, he would definitely not show up in front of him.

However, what surprised Wei Que was that just as he finished speaking, he suddenly sensed a different breath flowing not far ahead.

That was the breath of spiritual power and vitality mixed with the cultivators!

Right in front!

Wei Que was overjoyed, raised his hand and a golden arc like a silk thread slashed forward, and at the same time, he rushed forward, ready to take Lu Ye down.

The golden arc slashed on the target, making a dull sound, and it felt like his own magic was slashing on some indestructible defense.

Wei Que didn't think much, and his body did not stop until a tall silhouette appeared in the mist in front of him, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

That Lu Yiye's figure... is not so burly?

The mist was surging, and a big hand like a cattail fan stretched out from it and grabbed Wei Que's neck. The speed of the big hand grabbing was not fast, but it was accompanied by a momentum that covered the sky and the earth.

Even though Wei Que was at the ninth level of Yunhe, he couldn't help but have an illusion that once he was caught by this hand, he would find it difficult to get rid of it.

What is this?

Illusion?

Wei Que was at a loss for a moment, his spiritual power surging around him. A golden arrow shot forward and hit the big hand that was reaching out. With a bang, the magic exploded. The big hand was slightly frozen by the explosion, but soon it grabbed it at a faster speed.

Wei Que was horrified, and while his body paused, he retreated quickly.

However, before he could stand firm, the sound of swords rang out one after another. At the same time, his skin felt tingling all over his body.

"Flying sword!" Wei Que's face changed suddenly, and he urged his spiritual power to protect his body.

The next moment, flying swords slashed from all directions, making his spiritual light flash endlessly, and his protective spiritual power quickly dimmed.

Another magic attacked from the side, hitting his body and shaking wildly.

This was not over yet. Just when Wei Que was confused, another figure passed by him, and the fiery red blade slashed down, and the violent slash broke his protective spiritual power.

The figure flashed by, and before Wei Que could counterattack, the opponent had disappeared, leaving only a bloody wound on his body.

Wei Que exclaimed, the burly figure in front of him was pressing down like a mountain, and punched out.

With a bang, Wei Que's figure flipped and fell to the ground in a mess. He got up in a hurry and looked around blankly. In front of him, there was no figure except the rolling fog and the colorful light bands.

He was really stunned!

I thought I only needed to deal with Lu Yiye, who was a fourth-level cultivator, but judging from the various changes just now, there was more than one Lu Yiye in this psychedelic formation!

In the short time just now, there were four people who attacked him, in addition to Lu Yiye, there were three others!

A burly physical cultivator, a sword cultivator, and a magic cultivator!

The sword cultivator... is Li Baxian!

Wei Que reacted immediately. They had guessed that Lu Yiye would invite Li Baxian to live in the spiritual land, but when they rushed into the spiritual land, they only saw Lu Ye and did not see any traces of other people. They did not think much at that time. Now it seems that Lu Yiye is not the only one in the spiritual land, and the others have hidden in advance.

The sword cultivator who attacked him must be Li Baxian, and his cultivation level can also correspond.

The magic cultivator is Feng Yuechan. The two have always been inseparable.

As for the body cultivator... Wei Que has no clue. He thinks that Lu Yiye found helpers from somewhere.

After figuring this out, Wei Que's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Trapped in the psychedelic formation, he did not have much sense of crisis, because Lu Yiye alone could not do anything to him. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he could completely wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

But now he has to face more than one Lu Yiye, there are three other people, plus the psychedelic formation, Wei Que has already smelled the breath of death.

Dong, dong, dong...

The heavy footsteps came from the side again, as if some huge monster was running. When Wei Que turned his head to look, he saw the burly figure reappear, breaking through the fog and rushing straight in front of him, like a thunder, just crashing towards him.

Wei Que quickly dodged and cast a spell at him.

The spell hit the opponent, but the burly figure only paused slightly, without any signs of injury at all. While his attention was attracted, the noisy sound of swords rang again, and then Wei Que felt that he was enveloped by a storm-like attack.

In addition to the flying swords that were slashing one after another, there were also some spells that came from unknown places, hitting him and making him stagger and his blood surging.

There was another fierce murderous intent behind him, and Wei Que turned around in a hurry, and what caught his eyes was a fiery red knife light.

As the knife fell, a huge wound appeared on Wei Que's chest, and blood splattered.

The burly figure had approached, and he punched out again, seemingly clumsy, but it contained extremely terrifying power. Wei Que flew out like a rag sack, and he was in the air, spitting blood from his mouth.

He landed hurriedly, his face was already panicked, and he shouted: "Brother Xia, Brother Tan, save me!"

He never thought that chasing Lu Yiye would put him in jail.

The cultivation of the few people who besieged him was not too strong, all of them were at the fourth or fifth level. If it was under normal circumstances, Wei Que could handle it easily even if he was alone.

But being in the psychedelic formation made it difficult for him to exert his strength. On the contrary, the other people were like fish in water in this formation, attacking from time to time, and running away after the attack, leaving him no room for counterattack.

He was like a fish on a chopping board, and the enemy would come and cut him from time to time...

Under such a situation, if he didn't ask for help, he would have to wait for death.

A shrill cry was heard, and the faces of Tan Sheng and Xia Liang, who were fighting with the wolf pack in the spiritual land, changed.

They were in a very bad situation at the moment. There were too many demon wolves. If they were not profound, they would have been unable to hold on if they were ordinary ninth-level realm masters.

Even so, the two were also stretched to their limits under the continuous attack of the wolf pack.

They had hoped that Wei Que would be able to succeed as soon as possible. In this way, as long as they killed Lu Yiye and got the jade pendant of the formation, they could retreat calmly, but after waiting for so long, what they waited for was Wei Que's cry for help!

How could they not be shocked?

Taking a break from his busy schedule, he looked towards the source of the sound. He saw the fog rolling and surging, covering a large area. There was no sign of Wei Que and Lu Yiye. There was only the occasional flash of light in the fog, mixed with Wei Que's exclamations and screams.

What's going on?

Tan Sheng and Xia Liang were both stunned.

Committing suicide into this spiritual land, everything they encountered was unexpected, making them feel uncomfortable. Although they didn't know what Wei Que had encountered, they could infer from the noise coming from there that this guy was in a bad situation.

In this situation, let alone killing Lu Yiye, it was a question whether they could escape unscathed.

He was annoyed for a moment. He should have brought more people with him.

He thought that the three ninth-level realms would join forces, and as long as they found Lu Yiye, the other party would not be able to make any waves, but who knew that things would develop into this.

In the fierce battle, Tan Sheng and Xia Liang looked at each other. Although there was no communication, they could see each other's intentions.

It's not advisable to stay here for long!

No matter what Wei Que encountered over there, it was related to Lu Yiye. Once Wei Que died, Lu Yiye would withdraw his hand, and the two of them would definitely not have a good end.

So, it was important to leave quickly.

But now the spiritual land was surrounded by the trap array. If they wanted to leave, they had to break the array first before they had a chance. As for whether to save Wei Que, this was no longer within the scope of their consideration. The premise of saving people was to be able to protect themselves first. If they didn't even have the power to protect themselves, what was the point of saving people.

With the idea made up, the two cooperated tacitly and moved the battlefield to the edge of the formation.

In this situation, it was unrealistic for them to break the formation by their own strength. Being besieged by wolves, they only had a certain amount of self-protection power at the moment, so if they really wanted to break the formation, they had to rely on the power of the wolves and let the aftermath of the fight between them bombard the formation.

Although this was less efficient, it was better than waiting to die here.

In order to break the trap array faster, the two spared no effort, which resulted in more injuries on their bodies, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

Time passed, in the psychedelic formation, Wei Que was disheveled, covered with scars and blood, frantically urging his own spiritual power, casting powerful spells one after another, aimlessly bombarding in all directions.

He didn't know where the enemy was hiding, he only knew that as long as he showed a flaw, he would be attacked by a storm. In less than an incense stick of time, he had seven or eight wounds on his body, among which the wound on his abdomen was the most serious. He was pierced by a flying sword and bled profusely. The pain made his face twisted and his expression ferocious.

So even if he knew that what he was doing was drinking poison to quench his thirst, he couldn't stop, because stopping would kill him faster.

This was still very effective. At least while he continued to cast spells, no one came to sneak attack him.