The ancient well of Chutian River remained calm, without any ripples. Facing the shadows of sticks in the sky, the long knife in his hand suddenly appeared. In an instant, the sword's light was hazy, and scorching fire spread in the air, completely blocking the shadow of the monk's stick.
The monk's face was gloomy, and his stick technique changed again, attacking in three stages, with the upper, middle and lower directions covered by the stick's force.
"Hmph! If you want to distract my attack, you will get what you want. Kill!"
Chu Tianhe shouted loudly, held the knife in both hands, stepped on the ground with the sole of his feet, suddenly lifted up into the air, raised it high above his head and struck down with the knife.
Boom!
The powerful force of the knife caused the air to crackle, and everyone felt suffocated. The next moment, the sword light several meters wide split heavily.
The monk's expression changed, and he raised his hands with all his strength to resist.
Bang bang bang!
After several loud noises, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Chutianhe fell lightly back to the ground. Looking at the monk again, half of his body was buried in the soil, leaving only the upper half of his body, and his face turned red.
"stop!"
With a loud shout, a monk in black robes walked up, exuding strong majesty and momentum. Several pairs of fighting monks in the field stopped unconsciously and returned to their own camp, clearly distinguishable.
The black-robed monk slowly walked up to the monk, stretched out his hand and pulled it out of the ground. The whole sequence of actions was smooth and natural, as if nothing had happened at all.
Chu Tianhe frowned and looked coldly without saying a word.
The monk slightly cupped his hands towards Chu Tianhe and said: "I'm Lingkong, my junior brother didn't know the importance before and disturbed you all. The corpse of the desolate beast here is indeed yours. We will leave immediately."
After saying that, Hula left the place with a group of monks.
Seeing that the dispute was over, the monks around them all returned to their own areas and began to collect demon pills.
Cheng Ling and the others returned to their original place and asked Qingya, "Qingya, where are those Buddhist disciples from?"
Qingya said: "It turned out that the monk was a disciple of Fahua Temple, with the Buddhist name Huineng, and the black-robed monk who came out later was a member of the Dragon Sect of the Eight Sects, Lingkong. Fahua Temple is a first-class sect in Buddhism and has always been Only Broken Leaf Buddha Kingdom is following the lead."
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that when he thought about it, there did seem to be a vague dragon-shaped pattern on the black-robed monk's coat, but the color of the pattern was also black, so he couldn't tell it without paying attention. It seems that Buddhist disciples have also formed their own forces.
He glanced at the corpses of wild beasts strewn about on the ground, then looked at the hundreds of thousands of monks left on the prairie, and said, "Without further delay, let's leave this place as soon as possible!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Xie Feng got up and led them away from the prairie and flew into the distance.
After flying for a day and a night, at dawn the next day, after flying over a forest. Xie Feng's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and he sent a message to Cheng Ling: "There is someone!"
Cheng Ling looked up and saw an endless mountain. Along with the mountain, there were many buildings at the foot of the mountain, in the valley, and on the mountain. At this time, on the top of a mountain, there was a garden that was more majestic than other buildings standing there. The entire garden is in a square shape, surrounded by a red wall, and the two gates facing the south are closed. At this time, there was a group of people standing in front of the gate.
Cheng Ling and Xie Feng looked at each other, Xie Feng nodded slightly and said, "This is it." The two landed from the sky. Cheng Ling looked up and found that there were many people he knew. The black-robed monks who had been encouraging everyone on the plain, as well as the young swordsman with a long sword on his back, glanced over, and their eyes suddenly condensed. In the distance ahead, Ren Duxing, Qin Xiao, Qin Yi, Yun Jingshan, and the old woman were four. People are clearly there.
Xie Feng keenly caught Cheng Ling's sudden change and asked, "What? Does Brother Cheng know those people?"
"Yes, I didn't expect them to come here together. That's all, now that they're here, let's make peace with them. Brother Xie Feng, what is this place?"
"There is some impression of this place in the inherited memory. It seems to be a camp, and there is a strong seal around it, but I don't know what is inside the camp."
"But how did those monks know?"
"Maybe they got clues from the ancient books." Xie Feng pondered for a while and said.
Cheng Ling nodded slightly, his blue eyes flashed towards the gate, and he saw that the entire garden was wrapped in a formation. After hiding the Holy Eye of the Netherworld, Cheng Ling felt relieved. This Yuanzi formation is only a fifth-grade formation, and the ban is not very strong, so I can't help myself.
It's just that there are many people in front of him, and he doesn't want to stand out too much. Besides, he doesn't know what's in it and whether it's worth taking action.
At this time, there were still monks flying in from afar. Later, even Sikong Zhan, Chu Tianhe, Ling Kong, Huineng and others rushed over. The monks who were originally in front of the garden frowned and exchanged glances in the air. , fear each other.
In the end, Lingkong Tower took a step forward, raised his hands to the surroundings and said: "Everyone, we dragons have two formation mages. If you can't break the formation restrictions here, then let us break the formation restrictions. . However, half of the contents inside must be taken out first, and the rest depends on one’s ability.”
"It's a joke, my Taoist sect's Immortal Formation Masters are not far behind. Why should we wait for your Buddhist sect to break the formation? Why don't you just leave and this place belongs to our Taoist sect?" This time, it was Sikong Zhan who came out to speak. .
In the previous conflict, Chu Tianhe showed his full potential and forced the Buddhist disciples to compromise, which greatly increased the momentum of the Taoist sect. As a leader of the younger generation of Wuji Sect, there is no way he is willing to lag behind others.
On the other side, the monk in black robes and the monk carrying a long sword also took a step forward, but did not speak. They just looked at Ling Kong and others coldly.
"Amitabha!" Following the Buddha's name, the monk who used the vajra on the grassland battlefield also came over, glanced at Ling Kong calmly, and said: "There are capable people in the secret realm here. As for the immortal formation masters of the dragons, , I don’t think it’s necessary for the poor monk.”
Ling Kong's face turned red. He originally wanted to use the reputation of the dragons to suppress these monks, but he overestimated his reputation. Not only Taoist disciples, but also Buddhist disciples raised objections.
Turning his eyes, he said to the monk: "It turns out to be Master Lingji. I didn't expect that Bodhi Temple is also interested in Jiuyou Immortal Mansion. In this case, it is a poor monk who has overstepped his bounds."
Qingya came to Cheng Ling and said through a message: "Brother Cheng, this Master Lingji is an eminent monk of Bodhi Temple. He has a very high status and is very powerful. Be careful!"
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that one of the four superpowers of Buddhism was naturally a monk who was not afraid of dragons. However, it seemed that their relationship was not close. Presumably, the relationship between Broken Leaf Buddha Kingdom and Bodhi Temple was not good either.
He said softly: "Don't rush forward yet, let's wait and see."
The four girls are not the ones who like to show off, so after listening to Zhenghe's wishes, as for Xie Feng, Zhang Hu, and Song Yingjie, it is better to be obedient while Cheng Ling is around when it comes to exploring the secret realm.
None of the forces could subdue the other. They looked at each other and Sikong Zhan said, "It's useless to talk too much. Let's all rely on our abilities!"
After saying that, with a wave of his hand, two Wuji Sect disciples stepped forward to try to break the restriction.
Not to be outdone, the other parties sent their disciples to break the formation.
Cheng Ling hid behind everyone and observed with great interest. He was still wearing the suit of armor, and in order to avoid being easily recognized, he had added several more layers of bans to the armor. Therefore, Ren Duxing, Qin Xiao, Yun Jingshan, and all the Junzi Peak disciples who knew him didn't know.
All the monks were waiting silently behind to break the formation. Although they did not have an immortal formation master, it did not mean that the treasure on the opposite side had given up. It could be seen from those twinkling eyes that once the formation ban was broken, they would not care. Whatever the agreement is, I will definitely snatch it up if I get the chance.
As time went by, those immortal formation masters gradually cracked the outer blockade, and the scene in the garden suddenly became clear.
An idea flashed in Xie Feng's mind and he said: "I remembered, this is the barracks of Jiuyou Immortal Mansion. Did you see those white houses inside? That is where the soldiers live. It is said that Jiuyou Holy Emperor was all-powerful back then. , once led an army to sweep through the Three Realms and Nine Netherworlds, and his title was derived from this."
"These palace soldiers are the soldiers who followed him in the battle. This is the first layer of defense, followed by the palace guards and generals. The entire Jiuyou Immortal Palace is divided into three layers of defense."
"The Mansion Soldiers have the largest number, but their cultivation level is the lowest, and they are basically below the Immortal Lord Stage. The Mansion Guards' cultivation level is higher, equivalent to the Immortal Lord Stage and Immortal King Stage monks. There are about hundreds of thousands of them. The rest of the Mansion Guards have It will be even more powerful, at least above the Immortal Emperor stage, and the number will only be one thousand."
"There are extremely powerful formation restrictions guarding the perimeter of every barracks. What we see in front of us is the first formation restriction."
Cheng Ling took a breath and said: "Guangxian Junqi's palace guards only have hundreds of thousands, and the Jiuyou Saint Emperor is too powerful. But according to what you said, there should be no valuable treasures in the palace guard camp in front of you. ?”
"There are some, but not as many as those in the Palace Guard's Office!"
Cheng Ling pondered for a while and said decisively: "In that case, Brother Xie Feng, do you know where the Fuwei's camp is?"
Xie Feng closed his eyes and thought hard, and after a moment he said helplessly: "I only have a general impression, the specific location is not sure."
Cheng Ling was greatly depressed and complained: "Brother Xie Feng, your inherited memory is too weak. You lose track at every critical moment!"
Xie Feng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Do you think I think that if the inherited memory is completely restored, just like you, I can slap a hundred people to death!"
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head. The two of them talked for a while and finally said: "Let's not fight for the Fu soldiers here. We will try our best to find the Fu Wei camp because of the time difference. But there is no rush now. After they crack the formation, we can rush in." Enter the barracks and then leave during the chaos."
The plan was decided, and the eight people waited patiently. In the past five days, all the bans on the outer perimeter of Fubing were finally cracked. As expected, as soon as the bans were cracked, the hundreds of thousands of monks who were guarding behind them rushed in frantically, paying no attention to the few powerful disciples.
