Chapter 1118 Battle Formation

The illusions are layer upon layer, almost endless.

Every time he passed a level, Yan Lu's mind and will became firmer. He didn't know when the end would be, but as long as he didn't fail, he would not give up.

"This boy's strong character is rare in this world."

Gu Xiuyun glanced deep into the clouds and nodded secretly.

Yan Lu was able to reach the level he is today because of only 10% of his talent and understanding, and the other 90% was determined by his perseverance. Unfortunately, he lacked flexibility on the road of cultivation.

In the cultivation of immortality, Taoist mind and will are very important, and the correct method of cultivation is also very important.

If you are heading in the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

Just like a hard stone, even if it is polished for ten years, it is still a hard stone and cannot turn into jade.

…

In the distance, there was a roar.

Bu Yan and Ji Ming are still fighting, and both sides are surrounded by dangers, but they have avoided crises time and time again and exerted their own strength to the extreme.

"Senior Brother Fuyan's Lingbao Zen Staff, combined with the Arhat's Sun-Embracing Palm, is truly unparalleled in power. Every move can tear open space and collapse thousands of miles of void."

"Senior brother Ji Ming is not weak either. Although his superficial methods are a bit inferior, he has reversed the situation time and time again. It can be seen that the soul secret technique poses a great threat to Wu Yan."

"Both sides are hovering on the edge of life and death. If they are not careful, they will be seriously injured by the other party. I don't know if Patriarch Xianyun will have time to take action."

The true artistic conception on the clouds can be whispered about.

Patriarch Xianyun's methods have been seen by all forces. They fight head-on, so no one dares to doubt it. But now it's two eighth-level pinnacles fighting against each other. They want to stop them in an instant and block the bombardment of secret techniques in the void. No easy task.

While he was speaking, the void in the distance suddenly solidified.

There was a silent roar, and the Lingbao Zen staff turned into a golden mountain, completely covering the Jiming monk.

Peng!

The mountain was so heavy that it directly shattered the head of the Jiming monk, and was about to destroy the inner world. The void suddenly trembled, and the golden mountain stopped in place.

At the same time, Buyan closed his eyes tightly, as if he was tortured by some kind of force, and his whole face was distorted.

"Ji Ming's nephew is very calculating."

Patriarch Zangchen was secretly happy.

The ninth-grade ancestors all around also had strange expressions.

Ordinary practitioners cannot see the changes in an instant, but the patriarchs can see them clearly.

Just a moment ago, Monk Jiming gave up all defenses and used all his soul thoughts and energy to activate the soul secret technique. He was betting... whether Gu Xiuyun would take action in time.

The monk from Jiming made the right bet.

The moment the golden mountain approached, the void froze. The monk's Taoist methods were blocked, but his soul secret technique was hacked out without any hindrance.

It must be said that this is a dangerous move, but the chance of winning is extremely high.

"snort!"

A cold light flashed in Gu Xiuyun's eyes, "How dare you use Pindao as a shield? Do you really think that no one can understand the secret technique of the soul of Zen Buddhism?"

The words fell.

A ray of soul thought pierced into the void, pointing directly at the silent monk. As soon as it flew halfway, it was stopped by another soul thought.

"Fellow Taoist, this is a contest between Zhenyan Temple and Jixuan Mountain. It is not appropriate for us to interfere."

Patriarch Zangchen spoke leisurely, with a smile on his lips.

This fight was proposed by Gu Xiuyun. If the Jiming monk wins, it will not only severely disgrace the other party, but also put another thorn in the heart of Zhenyan Temple.

What's more important is that Ji Ming relied on Gu Xiuyun's protection to win by chance, which has an even different meaning.

"This is reasonable, but it is also an unmitigated fact that the Jiming monk borrowed my power," Gu Xiuyun said in a deep voice, "If we don't say that my fellow Taoist can survive from the secret technique of the soul, how will this battle be concluded?"

"Of course it is Judgment that Zhenyan Temple wins." Patriarch Zangchen said with a smile on his face.

In his opinion, Shingon Temple is not good at soul defense. Facing a powerful blow from the eighth-grade peak, even if he can save his life, he will be comatose for three to five months. This game is definitely lost.

"Fellow Taoist Zangchen has kept his word, and then it depends on the fate of Zhenyan Temple.

gas. "Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly.

In the distance, the silent monk huddled up in pain, his arms, legs and feet almost twisted. It was obvious that the severe pain had made him unable to stay awake.

"The poor monk has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years before he finally understood the Buddha's sound and the sword thrust. Needless to say, let alone the eighth level, even if you break through to the early stage of the ninth level, you may not be able to withstand my full blow."

Monk Jiming's head has healed again, and his face shows excitement and excitement.

The tide surges.

The golden mountains disappeared without knowing when, and the pure energy merged into the depths of the sea and disappeared without a trace.

Wu Yan was still huddled in the void.

Just when everyone stopped waiting and prepared to decide the ranking, a roar came from the silent monk, and in just a moment, he stood up again.

"Impossible," Ji Ming was shocked in his heart, "You have already used all your strength, how could you have any extra strength to resist the Foyin Sword's thrust?"

"You know how to plot, don't I know how to plot?" Buyan sneered, "Over the past thousands of years, you and I have fought so many times. When I saw your vitality plummeting, I only paid some attention to you. Arhat hugged me. The Sun Jue seems to be used to its extreme, but in reality it is only superficial and its real power is less than 50%.”

The Jiming monk looked pale.

The other party actually took advantage of his plan and defeated his army.

"Fellow Taoist Xianyun, is this a plan of yours?" Patriarch Zangchen glanced to his side with a somewhat cold gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Cangchen is joking," Gu Xiuyun shook his head, "I don't have the ability to predict good and bad fortune, and I didn't participate in it, so how could I know what fellow Daoists Jiming and Buyan were thinking? In my opinion, he was too smart for his own good. With Jixuanshan's secret technique and spiritual treasure, his chances of winning are at least 60%!"

"Jixuanshan... is full of idiots."

Zangchen Patriarch cursed in a low voice.

...

Afterwards, two more True Realm masters started fighting. Their strengths were almost the same, and the number of eighth-grade Yin corpses they killed was not much different.

There was a problem with the ranking, so the only way to decide the winner was to fight.

"The rankings of each faction have been listed, and the corresponding cultivation resources have also been determined. In the next fight, anyone who has cultivated for no more than 23,000 years can participate." Zangchen Patriarch said loudly.

The eighth-grade True Realm fight is divided into three rounds: those who have cultivated for less than 15,000 years, those who have cultivated for less than 23,000 years, and those who have cultivated for more than 30,000 years.

Most of the True Realm below 15,000 years have just broken through the realm, and the realm of Taoism is in a period of rapid progress, and the means of secret arts are not high.

Through the competition, we can see the potential of each person.

For the True Realm of 23,000 years, the years of practice have reached the limit of the normal eighth grade. During the competition, the Zen sect will also select elite disciples and grant more longevity medicine.

According to the rules of Zen, all the eighth-grade great powers can get a life-saving medicine, which increases their lifespan by 3,000 years.

But if you want more, you can only go through the Dharma Performance Incense Meeting and other channels.

…

As the voice of Patriarch Zangchen fell, nearly a hundred figures flew into the air, including Bu Zheng of Zhenyan Temple.

This round of competition has the largest number of True Realm participants, and it is also the one that has the greatest impact on the ranking of ancient temples.

The sixteen ancient temples are equivalent to the first-class sects in the chessboard realm. It is good for each sect to have a ninth-grade ancestor.

The real decision of the sect's strength is the True Realm power.

As for Douxiao disciples, the significance of the test is far more important than the ranking. After all, their level is too low. Even if they get the first place, they may not be able to become the true realm.

"This battle will determine the ranking of Zhenyan Temple," the host Bujie looked down and clenched his fists tightly, "Buzheng, Buru, Buchi... You must do your best."

The master Cangchen gave an order.

Nearly a hundred figures flew to the surrounding seas and each chose a place to fight.

Compared with Buyan, Qinggu and others, the second round of the fight pays more attention to the cooperation between fellow disciples. Almost every true realm of the ancient temple gathered together and joined forces to deal with the eighth-grade Yin corpse.

This practice is in line with the rules of the performance incense meeting.

Zen disciples walking in the outer space

starry sky, it is difficult to save their lives by personal strength alone. Only by cooperating with fellow disciples and forming a battle formation can they better deal with crises.

For example, the non-contention, non-chi, and non-anger of Zhenyan Temple.

Bu Zheng is proficient in the rules of water and is good at defense and life-saving;

Bu Chi is proficient in the rules of gold and is good at escaping;

Bu Nu is proficient in the rules of fire and is good at frontal fighting.

The three of them joined forces, and together with other fellow disciples, they not only killed the group of Yin corpses much faster, but also could resist the sneak attacks of powerful Yin corpses in the deep sea.

"Keep rushing out. The Yin corpses in the inner layer have been solved by Ji Ming, Qing Gu and others. Only some low-level Yin corpses are left. We must go deep into the dangerous area to get a better ranking."

The monk Bu Nu sent a voice through his soul.

"Go!"

The battle formation was in operation, and the people of Zhenyan Temple rushed to the periphery of the sea.

"Before the performance of the incense meeting, the ancestor had already issued an order, asking us to try our best to drive away the eighth-grade Yin corpses and gather around the disciples of Zhenyan Temple," the great man of Qingquan Temple sneered, "one or two rankings are nothing, as long as Zhenyan Temple loses its qualification as an ancient temple, we will have a lot of benefits."

The voice fell.

The true realm of Qingquan Temple formed a battle formation and rushed towards the location of Zhenyan Temple.

The same was true for several other ancient temples with higher rankings.

As for the ancient temples with extremely low rankings, such as Dingkong Temple and Foshou Sect, they are doing their best to kill the Yin corpses to widen the gap between themselves and Zhenyan Temple.

"Look, Qingquan Temple and Jixuan Mountain have all fled to the eastern sea."

"It seems that they want to repeat the old tricks. For thousands of years, Zhenyan Temple has been hit one after another. Several eighth-grade masters have been plotted against by them and their foundations have been damaged. If this continues, it will really lose its qualification as an ancient temple!"

"This year should be different. The Taoist master Xianyun is profound. With his guidance, Bu Zheng, Bu Chi, Bu Nu and others should have greatly increased their strength and should be able to withstand the siege of groups of Yin corpses."

The real realm masters in the clouds everywhere communicated secretly with soul thoughts.

It has long been an open fact that the Zangxiang Temple has joined forces with fifteen ancient temples to exclude Zhenyan Temple. If it were not for the rules of Zen Buddhism, they could not do it openly. As early as the year when Bushe Luohan rebelled against the sect, Zhenyan Temple would have been wiped out.

Before long, hundreds of eighth-grade Yin corpses gathered around the Zhenyan Temple team. Qingquan Temple, Jixuan Mountain, Jinfo Tower, Yuluo Ridge... There were seven sects wandering around, constantly driving away the eighth-grade Yin corpses.

The psychic Yin corpses had little intelligence. As long as they saw a cultivator, they would rush over without hesitation.

A large number of Yin corpses joined forces to besiege, and soon forced the Zhenyan Temple team to retreat step by step.

"It's the old trick to drive away the Yin corpses again," the Bu Nu monk looked around, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Senior Xianyun has been guiding us for six years, isn't it just for today, fellow brothers, set up the formation!"

"Understood."

The nine great men of Zhenyan Temple quickly changed the formation, and the Yuanli around them condensed into a formation ban. Layers of bans were superimposed, turning into a pitch-black millstone, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

Bang!

The black millstone pressed down with a bang, repelling most of the Yin corpses that were besieging from all directions.

At the same time, the monk Bu Zheng turned his hands, and the blue water turned into a surging tide to resist the attack of the Yin corpses in the distance. Bu Chi and Bu Nu attacked one after another and killed the nearby Yin corpses.

The other great powers were weaker in Taoism and were responsible for maintaining the operation of the battle formation.

The nine people joined forces to block the attack of the Yin corpses that covered the sky and the earth.

"Battle formation? How could a battle formation formed by nine true realms have such power?" The face of the ancestor Zang Chen changed slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at Gu Xiuyun beside him.

The Zen sect is not without exquisite battle formations.

As the overlord of the Moruo realm, it has controlled a realm for hundreds of millions of years. The foundation of the Zen sect is far more powerful than that of ordinary super powers. It has everything from secret techniques, formations, battle formations...

However, no matter how powerful the secret techniques and formations are, someone needs to perform them.

The great masters of the Shingon Temple have low-level Taoism and different methods. There are only nine of them, so the battle formation they set up should at most reach the peak of the Heavenly Stone Realm.

The black millstone in the distance is almost comparable to the peak of the Heavenly Square Realm.