Chapter 744: Hurricane >

faces east.>One can imagine that if there hadn't been such tall ancient trees and dense vines blocking the way back then, every time the sun rose, as the purple energy came from the east, the bright...'Boom!'

A storm is coming.

Suddenly, the crowd's figures were blown about in disarray, their protective divine lights flickering incessantly.

Qin Sang spurred the Wumu sword, charging into the barrier. In an instant, he felt a torrent of chaotic and brutal force slamming into him, tossing him about like a leaf in a storm.

Everyone scrambled to steady themselves, struggling to keep their footing in the raging storm.

Qin Sang poured true essence into the ebony sword, activating its protective qi. Amidst the storm, the world was shrouded in darkness. The hurricane was tangible, with streaks of gray wind raging through the heavens and earth, clearly visible.

The sea is never truly calm, the seawater churned by hurricanes, waves towering high.

With only the howling of the hurricane and the thunderous crashing of waves filling their ears, they could hear nothing else. The deafening roar reverberated through them, making their hearts beat wildly.

'Wow!'

A giant wave surged towards them at incredible speed, building to a peak before their eyes, dozens of meters high, crashing down on them with full force.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, the might of the giant wave made their hearts tremble, they didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and flew into the sky one after another to dodge.

“Come here all of you, don’t mess up the formation.”

Item Yi Chuan sound, gather manpower.

Qin Sang and the others gathered around Xiang Yi, their hearts pounding as they gazed into the depths of the storm. That shadowy, seemingly endless expanse filled them with unease.

When facing such might of heaven and earth, cultivators can truly feel their own smallness.

"Let's go!"

Xiang Yi activated the restrictions on the jade pendant, pointing the way, leading his men to gallop forward.

The wind and waves were relentless, growing fiercer the farther they went. They surged up and down, left and right, dodging towering waves, struggling to make headway in the hurricane.

Qin Sang was always absent-minded, looking this way and that.

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He had spent many years training on the ancient battlefield of Xian, and was very familiar with the celestial phenomena caused by spiritual tides. The more he looked at this hurricane, the more similar it seemed, but he didn't find any traces of a spiritual tide here.

It is possible that it's not deep enough yet.

However, with their cultivation level, wanting to go deep into the heart of the storm would be a fool's errand.

To withstand the storm, they had to constantly activate their magical treasures for protection, and their true essence was continuously depleted.

When the celestial phenomenon descends upon the ancient battlefield of immortals, one can still seek refuge to rest and recuperate. But here, amidst this boundless ocean, not even a speck of land is visible, nowhere to find respite or rest. With true energy depleted, it spells certain doom.

Even over this distance, the speed at which true essence was consumed began to cause some unease.

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"Xiang Dao, how much farther is it to the Qisha Hall"

Cui Ji offered the Zi You Pearl, which floated before his chest, emitting a purple protective light that shone on his pale and bloodless face, making him appear somewhat eerie.

Xiang Yi frowned and glanced at Cui Ji, saying, "With your cultivation levels, it shouldn't be a problem to persist until the Qisha Dian opens. Don't worry too much, Cui Daoist."

The others could only suppress their unease and silently follow behind Xiang Yi.

We've been flying for who knows how long. Calculating the time, there's less than half an hour until child time. The shaman should be about to start breaking the formation.

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The crowd quickened their pace, luckily encountering no obstacles along the way and arriving at the Hall of Seven Kills smoothly.

“Here we are!”

Item Yi uttered a soft cry.

Everyone's eyes lit up, following Xiang Yi's gaze and letting out cries of astonishment, their faces full of shock.

Before them, there was a wall of gray air.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that this wind wall is merely a portion of the hurricane's periphery.

This gray air is the concentrated power of a hurricane brought to its peak. The winds from all directions seem to be converging here, gathering and swirling like a storm cloud.

They can only see a part of it, unable to imagine how vast the scope is.

Below the wind wall, a gigantic sea pit and whirlpool formed, like a funnel in the sea. At the edge was a curtain of water dozens of meters high, seawater flowing back, endless seawater being sucked into the whirlpool but never filling it completely.

The hurricane and whirlpool are connected, forming a single entity.

Item Yi gestured to stop.

After arriving here, the hurricane was affected and became even more violent.

They had to exert all their strength to activate their magical artifacts, barely managing to keep from being blown apart. If they went any further, there was a risk of being caught in the hurricane or sucked into the underwater vortex. The consequences would be dire if that happened.

All stood there, dumbfounded.

Qin Sang remembered that before entering the Purple Micro Palace, he could still see layers of clouds and the gate of the Purple Micro Palace. Here, you couldn't see anything, only an endless grey hurricane.

It is unknown whether the Qisha Hall is hidden deep within a hurricane or in an underwater whirlpool.

Qin Sang retracted his gaze and looked around, noticing that other cultivators had already arrived nearby. Some came alone, while others, like them, were in groups.

Everyone stood honestly outside, waiting for the Qisha Hall to open.

Qin Sang looked around, staring intently at the hurricane and whirlpool, but he couldn't find the Great Shaman of the Witch Clan or those Nascent Soul ancestors who had arrived earlier.

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At this time, they were only on the side of the hurricane.

According to Xiang Yi, the hurricanes and whirlpools here are roughly circular. Monks holding talismans stand on the perimeter just like them, waiting for the signal that the Immortal Array will open.

"The hurricane here is terrifying, only a legendary fairy formation could create such a horrifying spectacle, there's no sign of weakening at all. Except for the lack of spatial rifts, it feels almost as much like the eye of the storm surrounding the Purple Micro Palace. I wonder if it's as terrifying and dangerous inside as the fairy formation in the Purple Micro Palace. Xiao Han domain dared to venture in with the help of the Little Beichen Star Array, and only under the circumstances of the Purple Micro Palace manifesting itself. What kind of methods will the witch clan's Great Shaman use to forcibly break the formation"

Qin Sang wanted to travel around and see if he could find the great witch doctor, hoping to witness him breaking through the formation with his own eyes.

But upon seeing that Xiang Yi had absolutely no such intention, he could only give up.

Xiang Yi quickly explained, "At this time, the great shaman and those Yuan Ying ancestors have entered the depths of the hurricane and contacted the immortal formation. No matter where we stand, it is impossible to see the process of breaking the formation. We can only wait patiently for a signal to appear. The opportunity to enter the formation is fleeting. Everyone, please remember not to be distracted, lest we miss an important event..."

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Before the words had even left his mouth, everyone suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching at an astonishing speed. Before anyone could react, it whizzed past them in the blink of an eye, appearing before the wind wall. It was a gray-robed old man.

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"Yunlai Scattered Person."

The Liu family recognized the old man's identity and whispered, "He is a very famous hermit from Neihai. He has deep connections in both the righteous and demonic paths, and rules an island single-handedly. Our couple had the good fortune of meeting him once."

There is no doubt that Yunlai Scattered Person is the ancestor of Yuan Ying.

He paused briefly before the wind wall, then drew out a black iron pen. With a light stroke on the wind wall, a beam of darkness appeared in mid-air.

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It looked effortless, yet a crack had appeared in the wind wall.

The old man's figure vanished on the spot, and the opening slowly closed.

Address:me, they felt a chill run down their spines and were grateful that they weren't at the front lines right now."I think I saw that six-eyed fellow, being shredded by golden light. His body was shattered...