After Xuanbei finished speaking, he gathered everyone together, and then took out a Buddha light tent like clouds. The tent was quite wonderful, covering everyone, just as if everyone had disappeared, and then he took everyone out.

Qian Yunsheng only felt that the Buddha light tent was quite strange. Although he looked quite clear in the tent, he felt hazy in his soul, as if he was in two worlds.

Xuanbei's actions along the way were quite smooth, and there seemed to be tacit understanding everywhere in the formation. As long as Xuanbei showed the token, a monk would inevitably come out and let it go. In a short while, the monks secretly flew out of the formation.

After flying out of the formation, everyone soon arrived at the most intense part of the battlefield. Qian Yunsheng once again felt the cruelty of this battle, especially from the perspective of the ghosts, looking at the miserable appearance of the formation full of holes and repairs.

He couldn't help but sigh again. Sure enough, this seemingly colorful human society is actually protected by these steel humans who are still standing behind the fortress formations that are still standing as usual.

Before Qian Yunsheng could finish his feelings, he heard Xuan Bei send a voice to everyone, "Be careful, it's the most dangerous time! Everyone should take their breath and keep calm and follow me."

After the instructions were finished, the entire team seemed to have never appeared before. Like a gust of breeze, it slowly blew past the abandoned battlefield, with only a trace of strength left behind, and only the ghosts who could only cry and wail and dived over the heads of the ghosts who were abandoned on the battlefield.

Looking at the dense corpses of ghosts falling on the battlefield and countless black charcoal-like limbs, the monks all tense their faces tense.

Although theoretically, the master's talisman is indeed advanced, as long as the ghosts are caught off guard, they still have a great chance of successfully retreating.

But after all, this time it was under the eyes of the ghosts, so everyone was still a little nervous.

Seeing this situation, Xuanbei encouraged: "This time there are four other groups that are acting at the same time as us."

"Although we can't see them, you can relax. Since so many of us act this time, the head of the sect must be fully prepared."

After hearing Xuanbei encouraged her, all the monks nodded and followed him to lurk near the blood pool. Looking at the blood pool, which seemed to be life, was trembling slowly with breathing.

After Xuan Bei looked at the blood pool in front of him deeply, searched for it again, and then quietly said: "Okay, our goal is this place. Now you can escape to the ground with me."

After saying that, he led everyone to a relatively flat ground with a "puff" sound and all escaped.

After escaping, Qian Yunsheng realized that the Buddha's light tent was indeed magical.

Not only does it have the effect of covering the breath outside, even after hiding the ground, it feels much better than using the hiding talisman, which makes him even have the idea of ​​having to build a Buddha light battle tent.

Just as he watched the surrounding soil pass by like flowing water, and was thinking in his mind, he could only hear Xuan sad voice:

"It's here! You all adjust your breathing and try to adjust yourself to the best state. I'll give you the Dharma protector."

After saying that, his spiritual power increased and he pushed the entire tent to the limit. Although everyone still felt very crowded, it was obviously much better than before. So everyone stopped talking, and quickly held the spirit stones in their hands, and seized the time to meditate and work hard.

After everyone adjusted their breath for several hours, they saw bells and drums ringing in the formation, and countless ghosts rushed out of the blood pool.

Everyone who was still meditating felt this extremely powerful pressure, and they all opened their eyes nervously and looked at the ground one by one.

Xuanbei made a gesture of peace and calmness at this time. The monks knew that the time for action was not yet up, so they held their breath and listened carefully to the movements above.

The old ghosts on the top were also a little annoyed. The old ghost with green-haired horse-faced groaned: "This black-handed envoy has not come back for more than 20 days. Could it be that he has been discovered by Leiyin Temple?"

"If this is the case, if we don't hurry up the general attack, then if this demon spirit continues to waste, we will lose the strength of the general attack!"

The old white-skinned ghost shook his head and said, "Old Yi, you know that if we don't have the cooperation of the black hand, we will help us shake the formation together. Now we will attack like this. Even if we win, we will probably win miserably."

"In this way, it is not conducive to the negotiations between us and the black man later. Maybe they will take over the interests that should belong to us."

"Although the Black Hand Envoy returned a little longer this time, if he could successfully transport so many demon spirits in a short time, I would rather suspect that the Black Hand Envoy was not really a special envoy."

"After all, we have been fighting with Leiyin Temple for so many years, and we all know that Leiyin Temple is not made of mud."

"Since we have used so many demon spirits in the fight, Leiyin Temple still doesn't know how to carefully check the ancient formation and tighten this loophole, then there is something really wrong here!"

The black-armored man also said on the side: "Your Madam Yi doesn't need to guess too much. We are still focusing on the tactics of tired humans."

"If there is no news about the Black Hand Envoy in another half a month, it shouldn't be too late for us to take action."

"If that time comes, the black hand organization should not blame us for not giving them a share of the pie!"

On the side of the human formation, the head of the sect Chanjing stared at the ghosts gushing out of the blood pool and didn't know what they were thinking, but Venerable Fuhu said on the side:

"I think the meeting the abbot pulled me to hold yesterday was quite useful, and it really boosted our morale. Since the leader has decided on the direction, what are you waiting for? Take action immediately, and we will never retreat!"

Song Hezi shook his head and smiled as if he knew something, "Don't worry, these ghosts have not attacked yet. Now attacking will only increase casualties. Let's wait until the ghosts get closer and then launch an attack."

The long-browed Venerable who stood beside Songhezi also nodded in agreement. These days, since the Abbot of Chanjing began to exercise the secret discussion system.

All the matters were handled by a dedicated person, and the single-line report to the abbot was informed, which led to a significant reduction in the information he received.

Therefore, he asked deliberately:

"Since we were in the meeting yesterday, we were determined to completely break the conspiracy between the black hand organization and the Huangquan ghost land. Why don't you just send reinforcements all the way? In this case, wouldn't this battle end long ago?"

"I don't have to be dragged here all the time. I guess I can respond to the point of my soldiers at that time."

Abbot Chanjing was probably dissatisfied with the fact that the Changmei Venerable was so eager to send the monks from Leiyin Temple to the front lines of various battlefields. Amitabha Buddha said:

"Our human race has a very long front line at present. If we consume them here, we may be even more unscrupulous elsewhere."

"We still have to find a way to completely repel the ghosts in the small world of Huangquan with our current manpower."

Taoist Master Hei and White also agreed, "The Master of Zen and Jing are indeed right."

"You know that the Nanman has long been a disaster, and the Donghai area has become a pot of porridge. The tightness of these places is much stronger than that of Leiyin Temple."

"Although our three sects have great families and great causes, so many monks have been cultivated one by one, not from the strong wind."

"This time we have rushing to Leiyin Temple to stop the offensive in the East China Sea. If we draw cultivators again, the Southern Barbarians will not be able to intimidate the soul clans."

The long-browed Venerable received the exact news and smiled slightly, without rushing to argue.

In fact, he has been under a lot of pressure during this period. On the one hand, the Leiyin Temple has been more cautious about the mafia organization, which has led to the fact that although the forces he had been operating for many years have not been uprooted, they have also suffered heavy losses.

Secondly, the black hand organization and ghosts did not cooperate well, which forced him to try to shake the formation many times. But as the number of times became more and more difficult, it became increasingly difficult for him to find the flaws of the formation.

These actually made him extremely anxious, but today he finally found out that it was difficult for the three major factions to come to assist in a short period of time, which also made him breathe a little relieved.

Just as he was thinking about how to convey the news quickly, he saw the ghosts from the Yellow Springs Ghost Land in the distance, roaring again, rumbled towards the formation.
Chapter completed!