"Huaiwei, stop the spell!"
Mu Nan continued: "Either we are still in the illusion, or all the monsters we killed can be resurrected indefinitely. No matter which case it is, it is not good for us! The current rise is just a useless effort. !”
Hearing this, Xie Huaiwei looked into the distance and only glanced at the corpses on the ground to know what he was referring to.
But she was still unwilling.
Almost half of my life is gone, and I am doing useless work!
Looking at the densely packed puppets that were still falling, he sighed helplessly.
"Edict!"
The green light slowly retracted from the range of a hundred feet, and finally disappeared into her body.
"Stop fighting!"
The four people who were fighting fiercely were all exhausted when the green light disappeared. Without the support of magic, they all showed signs of fatigue.
"Huaiwei? Why did you stop the spell?"
Ji Boda was the first to escape from the battle, returned to the two of them, and asked.
"There are too many people, I can't support it!"
After Xie Huaiwei finished speaking, she turned her eyes to Mu Nan.
"We have been killing for so long, but there are still hundreds of corpses on the ground! I'm afraid they are all wasting spiritual energy in vain!"
Ji Boda listened to Mu Nan's reminder and realized before that things were not as simple as they seemed.
He began to purse his lips and examine Huan Qianmian.
My mind is spinning.
Ordinarily, with the current harvesting speed of a few people, half of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood could be cut off.
But there were less than a hundred corpses on the field.
If this continues, won't we be exhausted to death?
Ji Boda asked subconsciously: "Are we still in the illusion?"
Mu Nan shook his head hesitantly: "I don't know, maybe I need to attack the main body of Huan Qianmian before I can tell clearly."
Ji Boda smiled helplessly.
Why didn't he have any intention of attacking Huan Qianmian's true form?
"It's impossible. All the puppets are not afraid of death, and there is no way to break through. Unless there is a spell that can kill the puppets in an instant."
What he said next made the atmosphere of the scene even more depressing.
"Even if we attack his body, we are not sure of killing him with one blow."
Xie Huaiwei seemed to have an idea and said whimsically:
"Uncle Priest, can't you open the door to Shura Purgatory? Send it to Shura Purgatory! Let him kill him there till death!"
"Huan Qianmian is not Shura, so how can he be sent to Shura purgatory? Moreover, the puppet has no soul, so it is useless to open other purgatory."
Xie Huaiwei looked at Wen Yuanzheng, Tucheng, and Xie Huaigu in despair.
The defense line they built gradually collapsed, and then a touch of sadness fell on their faces:
"Are you waiting to die?"
Ji Boda hit his head hard with his hand.
Suddenly his eyes brightened:
"I have a forbidden technique that I might try! But I can't exert its power on my own! I need two helpers!"
When Mu Nan heard that Ji Boda had a forbidden technique that he could try, it seemed to bring hope to everyone, and he quickly volunteered.
"I have plenty of spiritual power, but I don't know if Huaiwei's spiritual power can help."
Xie Huaiwei replied feebly: "The effects of the Huiling Pill have not been fully absorbed yet, and I need to recover a few breaths!"
Unexpectedly, Ji Boda shook his head.
"This forbidden technique is the only method of the Nine-One Sect. It needs to be activated by the basic method of the Nine-One Sect. I wonder how many levels the priest has learned?"
Regardless of whether this forbidden technique is useful or not, it is still much better than trying to catch him without any help.
Mu Nan didn't think much and said:
"That's it, I'll replace Xie Huaigu!"
After that, he resolutely turned around and ran towards the three people's crumbling defense line.
Replaced the scarred Xie Huaigu.
"Hurry back and restore your spiritual power."
Facing the tide of puppets, he used Canghuo Ruluo again.
Currently, only this technique is the most effective when facing group attacks.
At the same time, or because of facing the puppet attack directly, the power increased a lot out of thin air.
Wherever the fire dragon passed, limbs were broken, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
For a moment, the whole place was like a Shura field.
The smell of blood spreads.
"Uncle Priest! Xie Huaigu is too seriously injured and the forbidden technique cannot be completed! But I have informed Master Tian Ye that he will arrive in an hour, so Uncle Master will be the first to hold on!"
Mu Nan smiled.
There was no looking back.
When Ji Boda said the first two sentences, he knew that everyone in the Jiuyi Sect was ready to retreat.
Or, even the so-called forbidden technique does not exist.
He just found an excuse to replace Xie Huaigu.
And he, Wen Yuanzheng, and Tucheng were just trying to escape for Jiuyimen and delaying time.
What made him even more helpless was that the three of them were fighting almost head-to-head with the puppets. It was completely impossible to withdraw from the battlefield!
Faced with a puppet who was not afraid of death, he had to start making arrangements for his funeral!
"Tucheng, how many people can your purple golden bowl cover?"
Tucheng Jiuxi's Zen staff swept across, unable to break the puppet's body-protecting black light.
But his strength seemed unaffected.
With a sweeping sweep, the puppet was knocked out several feet away.
He took the opportunity to reply:
"I was able to cover two of them just now. Now, it's good to be able to cover one."
"Cover yourself!"
From Mu Nan's point of view, no matter what the outcome is, it is better for one person to survive than for three people to die together.
Therefore, he wanted Tu Cheng to protect himself.
At that time, Wen Yuanzheng was sweating profusely and said:
"Brother Nan, I'm going to form a pill!"
"Bear it!"
Mu Nan roared angrily: "When is it not good to form a pill? It must be at this time!"
Wen Yuanzheng's iron rod was already damaged, and he only took half of it and stabbed it at the puppet.
"I've already endured half a stick of incense, but I can't bear it anymore! I can't bear the explosion anymore!"
"How can I protect the pill now?"
Tu Cheng threw out the purple golden bowl without hesitation and placed it over Wen Yuanzheng's head: "Brother, hurry up! Maybe you can break through and we still have a glimmer of hope."
Wen Yuanzheng nodded fiercely, sat cross-legged on the ground, put on an aloof expression, and began to form pills on his own.
Mu Nan knew that the breakthrough and vitality Tu Cheng mentioned was just self-deception.
He had never heard of a monk forming an elixir just in an instant.
The reason why Tucheng threw out the purple golden bowl was just to give himself and him a glimmer of hope so that they would not immediately despair.
Wen Yuanzheng was already covered by the Purple Golden Bowl, but the puppet seemed not to let him go, desperately attacking the Purple Golden Bowl's beam.
In just a few breaths, the purple golden bowl was submerged.
"It's okay, the purple golden bowl is a Taoist weapon, and the Buddha's light body protection has its own magic. The puppet will not be able to break it for a while!"
After Tu Cheng finished speaking, he pulled the beads from his neck and scattered them around the puppets.
"Buddhas subjugate demons!"
Another splatter of blood and flesh.
However, the beads were scattered and never returned.
He started beating again with the Jiuxi Zen staff.
Without the crazy fighting power of Wen Yuanzheng, the pressure on the two of them instantly increased.
"Is there any pill to restore spiritual power? My Canghuo Ruluo will not be able to hold on for another ten breaths."
Mu Nan shouted anxiously.
Without the support of Xie Huaiwei's magic, the Double Lotus Blue Fire consumed too much spiritual energy, and he was about to run out of spiritual energy.
"No!"
Tu Cheng almost roared, obviously feeling desperate.
All this time, Canghai Ruluo has almost exerted its maximum power, and every time it attacks, it can sweep away.
Now, Mu Nan is almost reaching his limit!
That means that these endless killing puppets will annihilate the two of them in an instant.
How can he not be annoyed?
Mu Nan also knew that if this continued, unless Taoist leader Zhang Xian came in person, they would die of exhaustion before they could withstand the arrival of Venerable Ye Ye.
After all, the Tribulation Period, which is thousands of miles away, can be crossed in just a few steps, but it can be reached in just a breather.
But the great power in the transformation stage wanted to come over, so he fought hard for an hour.
Although they are both powerful, their realms are too different!
What’s even more disappointing is that Huan Qianmen’s main body has not taken action so far!
They are all puppets charging into battle.
procrastination!
"Huan Qianmian, the victory or defeat has been decided, can we have a few words! I don't want to die without knowing why!"
Mu Nan felt like he was at the end of his rope, so he could only tentatively ask such a hopeless word, thinking of delaying it for as long as he could.
Who knew that Huan Qianmian would actually reply to him.
"oh?"
With a question, all the puppets seemed to have received instructions and receded like a tide.
Jumping back to his long legs with an expressionless expression.
He was once again suspended in mid-air by the spikes.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Mu Nan took a deep breath.
He hurriedly collected the Canghuo Ruluo technique to show "friendliness" and jumped from the air to the ground.
Take advantage of the opportunity of talking to quietly restore your spiritual power.
"I want to know if I'm still in the illusion! Death is not scary. What's scary is the endless nine-nine-six, exhausting myself to death."
