The scene fell into an unprecedented deadlock.
Although the two culprits who caused this ending died on the spot, it still left them with a big trouble. A little carelessness may lead to immeasurable consequences.
Therefore, the atmosphere between the several parties was very tense and somewhat embarrassing. Among them, the most aggrieved ones were the monks watching the match. They all came for the Sword Competition. Originally, they came here just to watch the match.
But I didn't expect to be so unlucky as to be involved in this matter.
In order to maintain order and protect the formation, the greedy people controlled the monks in each seat from the beginning. They lost the opportunity and were "protected" by protective shields in the auditorium, unable to move around at will.
To be honest, Ningxia wondered for a moment whether Greedy Wolf Mace had known these things for a long time, or had already been informed of today's chaos. So I prepared these protective shields early.
But something doesn't make sense. If it had been known for a long time, why would this blood formation be allowed to be completed? They should not form a defensive formation in a panic but should calmly and confidently assume the formation posture.
After all, according to Ningxia's observation, the actions of Lang Yi and his group did not seem to be fake. They really looked like an emergency response made in a hurry, and it was inevitable that they would look a little panicked.
Anyway, now the most powerful and largest audience group has been restricted to the auditorium by Greedy Wolf in the name of "protection". They are all staring nervously at the blood formation in the middle, not blinking for a moment, for fear of missing something useful. information.
Of course, not all of these people have the same idea.
Some people are very interested in what is happening in front of them and want to explore the secrets under the blood formation. Most of these people are members of aristocratic families. They naturally care about secrets and the like, and subconsciously begin to calculate gains and losses.
Some people hold the idea that it doesn't matter. Anyway, there are so many people here, and if something happens to the taller person, it’s not their turn to bear the responsibility. So they all stayed here peacefully with the idea of watching a good show, looking around and chatting. They were more leisurely than usual, as if they were out for an outing.
However, more monks are very dissatisfied with being trapped here. They don't want to know the grudges or secrets at all. They just want to leave, leave here quickly and return to a safe place.
Watching the competition is one thing, but facing the risks is another. Get rid of the skin of low-level monks. They are ordinary people with great ambitions and little talent. They only care about fame, fortune, rice, oil and salt.
Only occasionally or at certain times will they remember a little bit about their nature as monks... such as coming to watch the sword competition. Perhaps only at these times, watching those unfamiliar or familiar faces flying on the competition stage and fighting endlessly, can they feel the reality of themselves as monks.
In fact, many times, they don't feel that they are monks. Many people live like this, living their entire lives in this tiny place, ordinary and ordinary, without a trace of disturbance.
They can't explain what they are missing? Or are you stubbornly looking for something? It seems that there is a deep-rooted obsession lurking in the blood, wanting to break through that barrier and return to that... return to where? Maybe they can't tell.
The people born on this island have been trapped on this land for generations like poultry. For generations, it seems that they are stuck in this small sky with no hope. Maybe... almost desperate?
There is nothing we can do about this situation now. Restricted by others, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and stay here and wait for things to pass.
The lines of the blood formation circled in the middle became clearer and clearer, exuding an ominous blood-red luster. Obviously it has shed its chicks and is gradually filling up. I don’t know when it will be completely completed and its true face will be revealed.
The Qiankun Three Talents Formation, which is set outside to suppress the left and right, is finally close to completion after experiencing a turmoil. Fortunately, he made up for the progress before the blood formation, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
However, as the leader of this formation, after experiencing the chaos just now, and then trying to maintain the formation, coupled with the desperate speed up of spiritual power input, Lang Yi has reached his limit.
His spiritual power is running out, with only a shallow layer left. Now this body, which is almost an empty shell, is still maintained by the instinctive absorption of spiritual power by the Yuanying monks. If it is used deeper, it will have to touch the original power.
Therefore, Lang Yi's feeling cannot be said to be good, it can even be said to be very bad. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, we are in such a desperate situation that we feel powerless.
He also managed not to show it. After all, now has reached the most critical moment, that is when one's thoughts cannot be separated. As long as there is a slight deviation, the blood array may take advantage of it.
He couldn't fail this time. Even if I risk my life, I have to suppress this evil thing!
The blue light of the Sancai Formation was shocked, and it was lit up layer by layer along the formation. At the moment when the formation was completed...
Wolf Yi's pupils dilated, as if he saw something incredible.
The formation that was still emitting blue light was stained with a hint of red light as if it had been contaminated by something. The dozens of greedy disciples who were deployed in the formation fell down instantly, and when they touched the formation, they turned into blood mist and became the nutrients of the formation.
Every inch of the blue light was occupied by blood red, but in the blink of an eye, the Sancai Formation had been assimilated by the unknown blood formation inside, leaving only the small area where Lang Yi was still struggling to support itself.
"Lang Wu, you, you, you are not him. You are... pfft -" Lang Yi was a Nascent Soul Taoist with profound cultivation after all. He burned his original strength and broke away from the formation, and was thrown to the ground.
Blood spurted out from his heart, and his whole body was covered in blood. He collapsed on the ground, motionless.
He pulled away a step faster, and the next moment the blood-red light exploded, occupying the entire formation, completely engulfing the Sancai Formation and turning it into a larger blood formation. The array pattern is exactly the same as the prototype in the center before, only more evil and powerful.
Everyone present clearly heard Wolf Yi's screams at the top of his lungs. They were stunned to see this dramatic reversal and were too stunned to react.
Wolf Five? Oh my God, the person with his back to this side is Wolf Five? Ningxia was stunned for a moment, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her, and she suddenly woke up.
The position she was in was facing the position of Wolf One, and her back was also facing the position of "Wolf Five". When he and dozens of disciples came on stage just now, Ning Xia didn't see who it was. Looking at his clothes, he thought he was a high-ranking member of Greedy Wolf's Mace.
At that time, I was still thinking about why this person looked so familiar... I didn't expect it to be Wolf Five. No, or it is a fake "Wolf Five"!
This person has been dropped since the sword competition, and he is lurking in the greedy wolf's trump card, just waiting for this moment to take everyone into account!
