After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

Chapter 162 Demonic Array

Wuming, who originally didn't want to pay attention to Lin Xian'er's words, couldn't help but tremble when he heard the word "Demon King".

After all, for people like them, the demons were extremely respected beings. Although he still had doubts in his heart, Wuming subconsciously turned around to check the situation.

However, just as he turned his head, he heard a loud "bang" and Wuming felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if he was hit by a thousand-pound hammer.

The sudden heavy blow made his eyes go dark and he almost fainted to the ground.

Fortunately, Wuming reacted quickly enough. He endured the severe pain and desperately circulated the magic power in his body to resist the impact.

After some effort, he finally managed to stabilize his body and did not faint on the spot. However, his head was buzzing and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Taking advantage of Wuming's distraction, Lin Xian'er was quick-witted and attacked without hesitation. She saw the perfect moment and aimed directly at Wuming's left hand.

She flashed and approached Wuming like a ghost, with a cold light flashing in her hand, and went straight for Wuming's left vital point.

Faced with Lin Xian'er's fierce attack, Wuming knew that if he resisted, he would suffer more serious injuries.

In desperation, he had to loosen his grip on Xiao Mo's left hand and concentrate on dealing with Lin Xian'er's attack.

At that critical moment, Lin Xian'er stared at the moment when Wuming let go of Xiao Mo with her eyes as sharp as torches.

In a flash, she rushed forward and successfully rescued Xiao Mo. Then she flashed and took a big step back quickly to put some distance between herself and Wuming.

Then, her hands began to dance like phantoms, and bricks flew out from her hands and smashed towards Wuming like a storm.

Suddenly, a cloud of flying bricks covered the sky, the sheer number of bricks was staggering. These bricks whizzed through the air, bringing with them gusts of wind, with a terrifying momentum.

Wuming was caught off guard by the sudden attack and could only hastily raise his arms to block it.

However, facing such an intensive and fierce attack, his defense seemed somewhat weak.

Only dull thuds could be heard as the bricks continued to fall on Wuming, some hitting his head, others his chest and limbs, each one with immense force.

Finally, after round after round of fierce bombardment, Wuming could no longer hold on. His eyes went dark and he fainted on the ground.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Everyone around was staring at the scene in amazement, as if time had frozen at this moment, and they were all too shocked to move.

After a long while, the people of the Evil Sect finally woke up from their dream. They shouted in horror, "Master," and then rushed towards Wuming who was lying on the ground.

At the same time, Lin Xian'er did not hesitate at all. She grabbed Xiao Mo and quickly retreated in the direction of the immortal cultivator.

After retreating to a safe area, Lin Xian'er took out a bottle of pills from her arms and handed it to other cultivators, asking them to quickly give it to the controlled disciples of Yaowang Valley.

Not long after, the remaining controlled people in Yaowang Valley regained their self-awareness.

In this fierce battle, Qi Feng and Qi Ling'er, who had been closely following the development of the battle, were also not idle.

When he saw Lin Xian'er and Wuming fighting for their lives, Qi Feng made a quick decision and whispered to Qi Ling'er beside him, "The situation is critical. We must retreat first."

So, taking advantage of the chaos, the two of them quietly turned around and left, fleeing the smoke-filled battlefield at an extremely fast speed.

The Evil Sect tried anxiously to wake Wuming up, but no matter what methods and means they used, they failed to wake him up.

Helplessly, they had no choice but to retreat quickly towards Yangcheng with serious expressions.

However, how could the immortal cultivators let this opportunity slip away so easily? They quickly detected the movements of the evil sect and pursued them without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the two groups collided violently again, and the shouts and sounds of magic weapons colliding intertwined into a deafening roar.

In the midst of this chaotic battle, there was a figure shrouded in black, staring intently at the many evil sect members falling in front of him, his heart filled with grief, anger and determination.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "Activate the magic circle."

As soon as these words fell, all the disciples of the evil sect knelt on the ground without hesitation as if they had received a unified order.

Immediately afterwards, a jaw-dropping scene took place—these disciples actually raised the sharp blades in their hands and slashed towards their own necks without any hesitation.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, like beautiful red flowers blooming in the air.

The blood that spurted out did not flow randomly, but seemed to be pulled together by some mysterious force, gradually forming a strange and complex formation pattern on the ground.

At this time, the immortal cultivators were charging forward with great momentum, completely unaware that such a terrifying magic circle had been quietly set up under their feet.

When they just stepped onto the magic circle formed by blood, suddenly, extremely shrill screams resounded through the sky.

The cultivators who were originally extremely brave suddenly seemed to have their souls sucked out. They fell to the ground in pain, their bodies twitching and twisting, and their faces became hideous and terrifying due to extreme pain.

The people behind witnessed this thrilling scene, their faces turned pale, and they retreated quickly like frightened birds, stopping only when they reached an area they thought was safe.

Not far ahead, a huge magic circle emitting strange light and terrifying aura was slowly starting to operate.

"This... this... this is actually a demon transformation array," Qi Miao shouted with a trembling voice, his face filled with horror. He could never have imagined that these people could be so crazy, truly insane.

Hearing Qi Miao's words, everyone else's heart trembled, and they looked at him in astonishment, and then cast their eyes on the creepy magic circle.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

He Yu frowned tightly, looked at Qi Miao solemnly, and asked anxiously, "Can you break this formation?"

You know, this formation is filled with strong blood and evil energy. Those people from the evil sect are willing to commit suicide to become nutrients for the formation. I believe they did this for their sect leader.

If he really succeeds in transforming into a demon, with the current strength of everyone present, they will definitely not be his match.