Chapter 4287: Seven Evils Trapping God Formation

The two Third Grade Yuansheng Stage cultivators were utterly bewildered. They couldn't understand how their powerful strike had missed, or how the opponent had gotten past them.

By the time they came to their senses, the opponent was already a hundred meters away. They quickly chased after him from behind.

But now that Fifth Little Demon was no longer holding him back, Ye Bufan's speed was astonishing, far beyond what two Third Grade Yuansheng Stage cultivators could match, and the distance between them grew wider and wider.

He proceeded cautiously, preventing anyone else from appearing. According to the previous pattern, the next one to appear should be a Fourth Grade Yuansheng Stage cultivator.

And so it was. Soon, his path was blocked again, but this time there was only one person, whose strength was precisely Fourth Grade Yuansheng Stage.

"Stop right there!"

The man looked at Ye Bufan rushing towards him and shouted loudly. The silver longsword in his hand tore through the Void Realm, and a sharp light slashed fiercely.

Having already delved an unknown number of feet underground, this person still exercised some control over his strikes, perhaps fearing to destroy the mine. The sword light condensed into a single point, aimed directly at Ye Bufan's face.

As a Fourth Grade Yuansheng Stage cultivator who had Cultivated for so many years, he had absolute confidence in his swordsmanship.

In his opinion, as long as he made a move, in such a confined space, the opponent would have no chance to dodge.

Once he engaged in a direct clash, even if he could block it, his path would be blocked, and the reinforcements from behind would soon catch up.

But then a shocking scene occurred. His sword light had clearly reached the opponent's face, yet it strangely slid past him, not harming him at all.

Space distortion. Ye Bufan had become increasingly proficient in this move, and it was always effective when the opponent was unprepared.

As the opponent was stunned, the Hundred Transformations Illusory Sky Metal in his hand had already transformed into a golden long spear, fiercely stabbing towards the opponent's chest.

"chaotic spiritual treasure!"

The Fourth Grade Saint Emperor was startled again. The opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations, and he even possessed a chaotic spiritual treasure. This strike was both fast and fierce, and in his haste, he couldn't block it.

In desperation, he quickly retracted his sword and dodged to the side, while Ye Bufan's figure brushed past him like a meteor.

He only needed one more move, and even if he couldn't kill this Fourth Grade Yuansheng Stage cultivator, he could severely wound him, but there was no time for that now.

The oppressive aura behind him grew stronger and closer. Clearly, the Yuanzu Level expert was not far away.

Ye Bufan utilized his space-controlling movement technique to its fullest, moving rapidly through the cave like a phantom.

This time was different from before. Although he had advanced a long way, no one blocked him.

What surprised him was how long this cave was. After running for so long, he still hadn't reached the end.

"Boy, stop right there! This old man can leave you a complete corpse!"

The words were chilling, coming from the Yuanzu Level expert behind him.

"Oh my goodness, that old fellow has caught up! It seems this time I'm really in trouble."

Turning back was impossible. Facing an expert of such Cultivation, he probably couldn't even withstand a single move.

While running, he put away the Hundred Transformations Illusory Sky Metal, and with a flick of his wrist, a Space Blade appeared in his palm.

There was no other way. Although there was some risk, it was much better than falling into the opponent's hands.

And just as he was about to tear through the Void Realm and leave, the space before him suddenly darkened, and he had reached the end of the passage.

"This… This is a Rank Nine Formation!"

Unexpectedly, what lay before him was not a passage, nor was it blocked by mud and sand, but an extremely powerful Formation fluctuation.

Indeed, a grand Formation completely sealed the passage, and it was one of extremely high Rank.

"Seven Fiends Soul Trapping Formation."

With Ye Bufan's current Formation attainments, a quick glance was enough to identify the origin of the grand Formation. It was precisely a Rank Nine Peak trapping Formation.

How could this be? Why would such a powerful Formation be hidden within an underground mine?

The protective Formation outside was only Rank Eight, while this one was Rank Nine. What was trapped here? A person or a beast?

At this moment, he somewhat understood why he had continuously encountered Saint-Grade guards before. It seemed they weren't guarding the mine, but rather this grand Formation.

And just as he hesitated for this short while, the pressure from behind grew closer, clearly indicating that the Yuanzu Level expert with the Saint-Grade guards was approaching.

"Never mind, I'll go in and see first!"

Ye Bufan made his final decision in the shortest possible time. Although he didn't know what was inside, he was certain it was extraordinary.

Thinking this, he no longer hesitated, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed into the Formation.

With his current strength, he couldn't set up a Rank Nine Formation, but finding a loophole to enter one was easy.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the Seven Fiends Soul Trapping Formation, and just as he vanished, a sharp sword light shot from behind him.

This sword was swift and fierce, and its mere sharp pressure caused the surrounding space to tremble.

The Yuanzu Level expert's strike, the sharpness of this sword was imaginable, and when it struck the Seven Fiends Soul Trapping Formation, it only caused a ripple before being annihilated and disappearing by the Formation.

From this, it could be seen that the power of a Rank Nine Peak Formation was beyond imagination.

The moment the sword light dissipated, a figure appeared before the Formation. It was a black-robed old man.

"Damn it, he actually entered the grand Formation!"

The black-robed old man's expression was grim as he turned to look at the Saint-Grade guards who followed closely behind.

"Who can tell me what exactly is going on? Who is this kid, where did he come from? How did he suddenly appear here?"

"Replying to Elder…"

A middle-aged man who looked like a steward stepped forward, his Cultivation having reached Fifth Grade Yuansheng Stage.

He was Zhang Bin, a Core Disciple of the Soul Chasing Sword Sect and the head steward of the entire mine. The Divine Sense imprint on the chaos pearl earlier was left by him.

After the incident, he immediately led people into the mine, but unfortunately, due to the distance, he didn't even see Ye Bufan's shadow.

"That kid's identity is unknown. He didn't use the tunnel entrance but dug his own passage, and then suddenly appeared here…"

He briefly explained what had happened, finally saying, "I guess he has no other purpose. Entering here should be for the chaotic sacred crystal and the chaos pearl."

The black-robed old man was precisely Jin Wuming, the Grand Elder of the Soul Chasing Sword Sect, and at this moment, a chilling aura emanated from him.

"Is it as simple as you say? This is a Rank Nine Peak Formation. How did he get in?"

"This…"

Zhang Bin was immediately speechless. The incident happened so suddenly that he could only guess and couldn't explain it at all.

"Stop wasting words! Quickly go and invite the Sect Master! Enter the grand Formation immediately and find out what's going on!"

It turned out that even Jin Wuming couldn't enter this Rank Nine Peak Formation; only the Sect Master had the method to enter the Formation.

Now, countless experts gathered at the cave entrance, but not a single person could enter the Formation to capture him.

"Yes!"

Zhang Bin agreed and quickly retreated.

While it was chaotic outside, Ye Bufan had completely entered the Seven Fiends Soul Trapping Formation. Looking up, he saw a person suspended in the air right in the center of the Formation.