Cheng Ling's premonition was correct. Under the leadership of the gray-robed leading monk, they quickly found the weak point of the formation. The overwhelming spells were bombarded in the direction of the node, and the hallucinogenic effect of the formation was greatly reduced.
"We can't let them continue to bombard us. We must find a way to delay it. Unfortunately, the time is too short, and the power of the formation is less than half. Fortunately, even if we see through the formation nodes, they still can't unite together in a short time, so we can defeat them individually. !”
Taking a preemptive strike, he stretched out his hands and transformed the void into claws. Two thunder balls appeared in his palms, and with a flick, they bombarded the monks inside!
"No, the opponent is a thunder cultivator! Find a way to break out of the illusion array, you are too passive!"
More than a dozen people were shocked. Thunder monks have always been known for their powerful attack power. They were all trapped in the illusion formation, and their consciousness and vision were greatly affected. Let alone attack, even defense was stretched thin. In addition, the opponent was a thunder cultivator with extremely strong attacks. How could they dare to slack off? They tried their best to bombard the formation nodes one by one without risking their lives.
The thunderballs in Cheng Ling's hands continued to appear, and they penetrated into the formation continuously. The strong power of thunder spread out in all directions, shining with bursts of purple light. The monks in the formation let out screams, and it was obvious that several people had been injured.
The gray-robed monk was so anxious that he secretly blamed himself for not being more vigilant and allowing the other party to buy time to set up the formation, completely falling into passivity. He stretched out his hands, and two air masses appeared between his hands, one black and one white.
Then he turned his wrist and slapped it heavily in front of him. The two air masses merged together, creating powerful energy fluctuations. The right hand pointed toward the fused air mass, and the entire air mass began to rotate violently. As the rotation speed became faster and faster, the immortal power in the void continued to be absorbed into the air mass. The next moment, the entire air mass surged several times, from the size of a football to the size of a bathtub. Holding the huge energy ball, he aimed at the intersection node of the formation and pushed it hard!
"Boom~!"
The explosion of the air mass brought about a huge energy shock wave, and the formation was shaken to the point of collapse. Most of the nodes were destroyed, leaving only the broken half, and the figures of more than ten monks appeared.
Cheng Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he changed his finger skills, and three consecutive thunderbolts fell from the sky, bombarding a Mahayana monk who had just revealed his figure. The monk had been hit by thunderballs several times before and was extremely seriously injured. He could not withstand the bombardment of the Heavenly Thunder Art. His entire body and spirit were blasted into powder by the powerful thunder energy.
"Junior brother~!"
The gray-robed monk screamed, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he connected his fingers, and two fingers, one black and one white, shot out like sharp arrows.
Cheng Ling's body flashed, leaving behind a long series of afterimages. His true body had already arrived in the formation. He spotted the positions of the remaining three Mahayana monks and fired several lightning arcs in succession.
"Click! Click! Click!"
The three monks were hit instantly, their bodies felt numb, and the black and white air mass condensed by their hands suddenly collapsed. Cheng Ling was about to give them a fatal blow when the other six monks rushed to save them. A swarm of spells came at them. In desperation, they could only use their body skills to avoid them again.
The three monks were lucky enough to save their lives and hurriedly retreated behind the gray-robed monk. The two groups formed a confrontation.
The gray-robed monk glanced with his consciousness and saw that one of his own had been killed by Cheng Ling. His face was gloomy, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Senhan said: "Even if you are a thunder cultivator, you must die today!"
Cheng Ling's whole body trembled, and an inexplicable excitement surged into his heart. This was his first battle after coming to the Star Realm, and it was also the first battle in which he actually used spells.
With the strong pressure in his heart, he grabbed the air with his hands, then brought them together into a lotus shape, and slowly pushed forward.
"Thunder python!"
In an instant, a giant thunder python as thick as a bucket rushed out of his hand, shining with purple light and drawing a bright curve. It opened its huge mouth and swung its tail towards the ten people.
"Yin Yang Kill!"
The gray-robed monk gave a low shout, and the nine disciples behind him pinched their fingers at the same time. Black and white air balls shot out from their hands, hitting the thunder python shining with purple light to kill!
Tsk tsk tsk!
The two energies collided, and the purple light on the thunder python was weakened by most of it, but it still rushed towards the gray-robed monk!
"impossible!"
The gray-robed monk was shocked. He drew a large circle with his hands, and the black and white air masses condensed on his chest, forming a defensive air shield to meet the charging thunder python.
"Boom!"
The two extremely powerful attacks collided, and the thunder python and the air mass disappeared at the same time. The gray robe filled his feet and broke through the diffuse smoke. With a move of his right hand, the black and white air mass turned into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram and appeared in the air, slowly descending towards the direction where Cheng Ling was standing.
At first, the area covered by the Tai Chi Diagram was only about ten feet in diameter, but as the sound of the landing gradually increased, it had expanded several times when it reached the top of the head, firmly covering Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling's face changed drastically. He wanted to escape from the covered area, but found that his movements were slow. After all, the opponent is a level higher than himself, and his immortal power is very powerful. Seeing the Tai Chi diagram tip over, he raised his hands and shouted: "Thunder!"
"Thunder crack!"
The purple electric grid scattered in all directions, converging into a dozen thunderbolts that fell from the sky. Most of them hit the Tai Chi diagram, and the remaining half aimed at the ten disciples in the field and heavily bombarded them.
"Not good!" The gray-robed monk's face changed. The attack power of this thunder spell was indeed powerful. After being struck by several thunderbolts, the Tai Chi Tu was mostly broken into pieces.
As soon as the pressure from top to bottom eased, Cheng Ling took the opportunity to escape from the envelope and threw a few pills in his mouth to restore the immortal power. Pointing his fingers towards the sky, there was a "click" sound, and a dark purple thunderbolt as thick as a thumb came down, as if it was about to split the void.
The three Mahayana monks in the field had no time to dodge, and in the blink of an eye they were struck by three large lightning strikes and turned into ashes! You must know that this great thunder technique contains a trace of the power of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Even the thunder generals in Wushengyi Palace died under the thunder technique. How can a body in the Mahayana stage withstand it?
The gray-robed monk was horrified and completely angry. The opponent was only at the nine-star Mahayana stage, but he actually killed four fellow disciples under his nose. The attack power of the thunder monk is so powerful?
There have always been very few monks who are good at thunder spells. I only heard that the Five Spirit Sect has a peak master in the nine-star earthly immortal realm, who must be the most powerful thunder cultivator on Lingwei Planet. Who would have thought that the Mahayana monk that I accidentally met today was not only proficient in formations, but also an extremely rare thunder monk.
He knew that the level of the opponent's formation must be extraordinary. It was not easy to set up the phantom formation in such a short period of time and for his eleven people to spend so much time to break it. If he was given more time, he might not be able to break out of the formation.
Damn it! Didn't I read the almanac when I went out today?
But now that three of the sect members he brought have been lost directly, how will he explain to the sect when he returns? The master will never give up. Today, we must capture this kid!
"Yin Yang Cage Kill!"
He shouted angrily, no longer daring to hold anything back, and greeted the remaining people behind him
The six disciples kept making gestures with their hands. The spells released by the seven people formed a fine and large net, trapping Cheng Ling firmly in it. When the opponent was exhausted, he could take it down in one fell swoop!
Cheng Ling was suddenly in danger, and his body skills flashed sharply. Without stopping, the Demon Thunder Art transformed into thunder monsters, resisting the opponent's crazy attack. It's just that those thunder monsters have limited defense, and they often collapse completely after being hit two or three times.
Now he can only use his physical skills to the limit and constantly shuttle through the spell net created by the opponent. Although he seized the opportunity to kill three Mahayana monks, the continuous use of the two spells of Thunder Python and Thunderous Thunder had already consumed 70% of his immortal energy.
The remaining seven people are all better than themselves in cultivation. Let alone killing them, they are lucky to be able to escape unscathed.
Unfortunately, the seven of them were very difficult to deal with, and they cooperated very well. The giant web woven by black and white finger strength became tighter and tighter, constantly compressing his dodge space.
There was a sneer on the corner of the gray-robed monk's mouth, and he said encouragingly: "Junior brothers, if you try harder, he won't be able to hold on anymore!"
Hee hee hee hee hee...
Cheng Ling was helpless, and his body had been hit many times. Fortunately, he had been continuously bombarded by thunder in the past year, and his physical training had further improved, and his defense and recovery abilities had been greatly enhanced. But this is not the way to go. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Sooner or later, you will be killed by them.
The power of the Huiyuan Pill circulated in the body, but unfortunately the speed of replenishing the immortal power was too slow. After a quarter of an hour, it only recovered to 50%. He couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hands, and released the thunder again!
The gray-robed monk's pupils shrank. He had seen this spell before. The attack power was extremely strong and he would never be able to succeed. He straightened up and jumped into the air. He raised two air masses of black and white with his hands to face the purple thunder bombarding him.
"Kakakaka...!"
Purple thunder fell in response, and the gray-robed monk raised his left hand, and the black air ball forcefully caught several thunderbolts. The powerful bombardment knocked him down from mid-air, but the thunderbolts were resisted. Immediately afterwards, he closed his right hand, and the white air mass merged into the black air mass. Then, with another twist, the two air masses rotated, blocking the remaining thunderbolts.
Not only that, the power of thunder was torn to pieces under the rotation of the black and white air masses, and its power was greatly reduced. The gray-robed monk stepped heavily on the ground, creating two deep pits. He exhaled a stream of turbid air from his mouth and finally caught all the thunder.
Cheng Ling was shocked. Can he block such an attack? He didn't believe it anymore, and silently thought in his heart, he used all the remaining immortal power in his body, and launched the second thunderbolt!
The gray-robed monk was horrified and pushed up with both hands. The black and white air mass soared into the sky, its area expanded several times, and it generated a powerful rotational force that deflected the falling thunderbolts one by one and spread out in all directions.
Cheng Ling sat down slumped. This blow had exhausted all his immortal energy. The black and white fingers struck by the remaining six disciples could no longer resist, and they were hit dozens of times in a row. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body was lifted into the air, drew an arc and then hit the mountain wall heavily.
The gray-robed monk had a ferocious look on his face, climbed out of the pit, and said to Cheng Ling: "You brat, we have spent so much effort to extract your soul and refine your soul so that you will never be reincarnated!"
Cheng Ling slowly closed his eyes, seemingly giving up resistance, and then opened his eyes after a long time. The gray-robed monk was shocked. What kind of look was he looking at? It was like looking at a dead person. Did he have any more powerful trump card?
As the thought flashed through his mind, his lips moved, and a voice came to his ears: "Nian Lei!"
