But it is still barely possible to hold on for a while, and then one of them will be dragged to death under the black shadow. Time is getting increasingly urgent.
Li Huanzhen took a few steps back and looked at the way the eighteen monks moved. Those monks would keep spinning and wandering within a radius of less than seven feet. This was why Li Huanzhen had been unable to use the twelve fragmented spiritual consciousness to detonate before. The reason for the poison is that these people need to move to the location where he arranged the poison, but these monks only stay in one place and do not go to other places at all. In addition, the spiritual power of the Pure Land monks is about to bottom out. The range of movement was even tighter, and Li Huanzhen's attempt to use his spiritual consciousness to detonate the poison came to nothing.
The eighteen monks had long been on guard against the methods of the Demon Sect, so these monks had already closed their six senses and breaths against the red gas and green mist in the air. It was extremely difficult to even hurt their eyes, and they had to condense their Qi. It is more than enough for a low-level monk to hold his breath for half an hour. As long as the spiritual energy in the body is not severely consumed, there is no need to breathe in spiritual energy. Most of the poisons poisoned by the eighteen monks are poisons with extremely strong adhesion and corrosiveness, but it is not easy to directly attack the opponent with this kind of poison. They have already put up a protective shield. Thirty-six monks attacked in ten breaths, but only a very small amount of poison penetrated into the formation, poisoning five people.
If there is no time limit, then Li Huanzhen and the others can just attack slowly like this. After half an hour, as long as they breathe and breathe, more poison will attack, and the monks who have been poisoned in the formation will also follow. Time passed and he died of poison.
But this is all hypothetical, and what they lack now is time.
Time was slow and fast. Li Huanzhen and the others hoped that time would slow down so that they would have enough time to wait until the other party fell to death, but time happened to be very fast. Thirty breaths had passed in the blink of an eye, and the two people on the platform had already passed. From standing before to sitting cross-legged, Zen Master Zhizhong’s dark and thin face has begun to turn yellow. When he entered the sphere, nearly half of his spiritual energy had been consumed. If it can be used evenly, coupled with his fighting skills , the result of Gong Chenying's battle with him is really unpredictable, but now this kind of direct infusion of spiritual power without any tricks can only rely on his own solid foundation.
Li Huanzhen was fighting on the edge of the Eighteen Arhats. At this moment, the Demon Sect was no longer worried about the opponent's attack. The opponent's remaining spiritual energy was only enough to maintain the operation of the formation, and counterattacks were only occasional. Li Huanzhen thought quickly in his mind. He considered a plan, but he didn't know if it was feasible. This was just a guess. If it was not feasible, then his own side might also be affected. He didn't have any antidote to Zili Twelve. , and there is no golden elixir overhaul here, then it will be a strategy of perish together.
He suddenly glanced at Monk Zhizhong, and his heart couldn't help but "thump", because when he saw Monk Zhizhong looking at the eighteen people in the field, there was a trace of struggle in his eyes. Li really thought of a possibility. Now these eighteen people He had no power left to attack, so he couldn't help but be shocked when he thought of what might happen next.
"You guys help me transmit messages to other disciples at the same time. When I attack after two breaths, you attack once with all your strength from a distance, and then quickly take back all the spirit beasts and close the six senses, especially the circulation of spiritual power. Hurry! Changes will happen if you are too late. .”
After Li Huanzhen's spiritual consciousness covered several monks around him, he hurriedly transmitted the message. He didn't know which team the other party belonged to, but he currently did not have the time or the ability to transmit the message at the same time in a large area with his spiritual consciousness, so he had to ignore the message transmission. It’s like using the “Uncle Master” privilege once.
After saying that, he counted the time silently in his mind. The eight monks from the surrounding Demon Sect received Li Huanzhen's voice transmission at the same time. Their expressions could not help but be stunned. When he glanced with his consciousness, he saw that Li Huanzhen had lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. Obviously, They were brewing some magical skills, and they couldn't help but be surprised. They didn't know what Li Huanzhen was going to do, but when they saw what he said, out of trust in his fellow students, and because several of them had seen Li Huanzhen's terrifying performance during the competition. It was extremely poisonous and he quickly sent a message to the people nearby. The transmission of spiritual consciousness is only an instantaneous matter. The most delayed thing is the time it takes for the monks to make judgments after receiving the transmission. Just as some monks were hesitating, after two breaths, Li Huanzhen suddenly opened his eyes, and a spirit The light flashed, he waved his hands, and a large dark cloud had covered the eighteen monks. His move made Monk Zhizhong, who had already revealed a ruthless look in his eyes, stunned because the dark cloud was too conspicuous. But the spiritual power contained in it is not terrible. This is an ordinary "Cloud and Rain Technique", but the area is larger.
At the same time that Li Huanzhen launched the "Cloud and Rain Technique", more than a dozen monks from the Demon Sect were already pouring their spiritual power into their lives. The aerial spiritual weapons and immortal arts all attacked the eighteen monks, leaving only ten monks. Several monks were still hesitating at first, but when they saw this, they subconsciously took action with all their strength. After they used their magic and spiritual weapons, some monks were already summoned by their spiritual consciousness, and the beasts and insect clouds flew towards the spirit around their waists at extremely high speeds. The beast bag, and then they quickly retreated back, instantly closing the six senses and reducing the circulation of spiritual energy in the body. When the monks who were a little slow to react had just withdrawn and recalled the spirit beasts, they saw Li Huanzhen launching the cloud and rain technique, and a large amount of rain fell straight down. It poured down and hit the eighteen monks. The eighteen monks were shocked at first. They looked up and saw that the spiritual power fluctuations were weak, but it was just an ordinary "Cloud and Rain Technique". They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This "cloud and rain technique" is just mixed with poison, so what's the use? He had already held his breath, and at the same time fell down in the defense formation, not knowing how it could work.
When the dark clouds first formed, there was an unprecedented pressure from the sky. All kinds of spiritual lights flashed and attacks followed. It seemed that the Demon Sect was about to forcefully open the formation at this time. , the Pure Land monks laughed at how easy it was to destroy the "Eighteen Arhat Formation". They shouted "Amitabha" in unison, and the sound of the roaring attack was drowned out. The eighteen monks mobilized their spiritual power to form the Arhat Formation. Run quickly to use the force to reduce the power of the attack.
After a burst of noise as dense as fried beans, the brilliance dissipated in front of everyone's eyes, and they saw that the Arhat Formation was still there, but the people inside it staggered, especially five people whose faces were as pale as paper, and the rest of them still had their lips tightly closed. , obviously holding back the urge to breathe, but seeing their chests rise and fall violently, they were obviously using the remaining spiritual energy in their bodies to recover forcefully. The monks' eyes lit up. Under such a situation, they estimated that they would be able to break through one or two more attacks with all their strength, but just when their thoughts arose.
