The remaining four people are obviously close to the limit, especially the woman named Hua, whose delicate body is trembling slightly. According to Xiao Lin's estimation, in a day or two, this woman will probably run out of mana, and then they will work together to drive it.
The "Reverse Five Elements Erosion Spirit Formation" had to be stopped.
Zhuo Haoran and several other Yuanying old monsters obviously also saw this.
"You must persist for three more hours. As long as three hours pass, even if we are unable to break the five-color restriction, we will not blame you, otherwise... hum." Zhuo Haoran snorted coldly, causing the woman named Hua to
Her delicate body trembled, and then she lifted her spirits and once again worked hard to activate the magic power in her body.
Although Xiao Lin also looked shaky, he was actually the most relaxed among the five. Under his consciousness, he found that the aura on the five-color restriction had been very dim.
Only a thin layer remains.
Several Yuanying old monsters obviously saw that the restriction was about to be broken, and they were all overjoyed, and the mana in their bodies also accelerated.
The mana of Yuanying monks is much larger and more concentrated than that of Jindan monks. It can be said that the two are basically two levels of power.
The surrounding Golden elixir monks and Foundation-building monks also showed nervous expressions, and some even couldn't help but start to move.
People are like this. When planning in advance, they may weigh the pros and cons and tell themselves not to be impulsive. But once the treasure is right in front of them, their rationality may be lost.
Immortal cultivators, from the moment they set foot on the road to immortality, becoming an immortal has become the eternal goal in everyone's heart. Of course, for most immortal cultivators, they usually stop on the road to immortality.
But this does not mean that these people want to accept their fate. It is a helpless compromise to reality. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no one does not want to take a further step on the path to immortality.
There are even some powerful monks. It is this desperate act that gives them great opportunities to reach the sky in one step and become the top rank among immortal cultivators.
The level of cultivation level will never be a measure of a monk's firmness in Taoism.
It turns out that the monks surnamed Wang and the monks surnamed Lu were also full of excitement, and many of them had begun to slowly move towards the five-color restriction.
Once the restriction is opened, several Yuanying old monsters will inevitably start a fierce fight. In the fight, they may not be able to fully take care of low-level monks like them.
For them, there is no chance at all.
Of course, there are also many monks whose reason has defeated greed and choose to wait and see. Only when the most suitable time appears, they will choose to take action.
"Bang~~"
At this time, a clear cracking sound sounded, and a crack appeared on the five-color restriction. Then, this crack was like a spider web, instantly spreading throughout the entire five-color light shield, and then shattered under the surprised eyes of everyone.
A pool about ten feet in size was revealed inside. The pool was filled with emerald-green liquid, and at the same time, an astonishingly rich aura spread out, shocking everyone's spirits.
In the center of the pool, there stood a pitch-black lotus root about a foot high, with black flames burning all over its body. It was very strange. Logically speaking, it is a law of heaven that water and fire are incompatible, but even though the black flames were burning, they were not
Affecting the pool full of emerald green liquid.
On one side of the pool, there stood a three-foot-high pure white light pillar. The light pillar exuded a faint white light and kept flashing. Next to the pure white light pillar, there was also a pitch-black plant growing.
This pitch-black plant is about a foot tall and divided into three branches. Each branch has three black leaves growing on it and holds a green fruit.
"Sure enough, there is a lotus root from the Ming Yan Black Lotus." A white figure suddenly shot towards the pool.
Astonishingly, it was none other than Zhuo Bangyan, one of the Three Scholars of Jinke. His body rose into the air, his right hand stretched out, and he grabbed the lotus root that was burning with black flames.
"Amitabha, please be patient, please don't be impatient." At this time, a Buddha's chant sounded, followed by dazzling golden light, which turned into a golden cloud and rushed towards Zhuo Haoran.
"Pearl of Rice." Zhuo Haoran couldn't help but sneered when he saw the Buddha's light and golden clouds pouring towards him. The folding fan in his hand had been replaced by a three-foot white sword at some point.
With a slight sway, the sword energy suddenly spread across the sky, and thousands of snow-white sword lights shot out of the sky, sweeping the golden clouds of Buddha light into pieces.
At this moment, the figure of Bronze suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Haoran, and with the force of breaking mountains, the demon-conquering pestle in his hand flew towards Zhuo Haoran's head and hit it hard.
Just in this breath, the two Arhats from the Ancient Buddha Sect of the West had already joined forces to confront Zhuo Haoran.
At this time, the face of the Black Dragon King not far away became condensed, and a large amount of black demonic energy surged out from his body, rolling around his body and rushing straight towards the True Spirit Pond.
Ancestor Jinhe and Old Demon Yinkui are not idle either. The lotus root of the Ming Yan Black Lotus is a rare treasure that can only be seen in ten thousand years. Even if they know that they join forces, they may not be the opponent of the Black Flood Dragon King.
People took action without hesitation.
After all, whoever grabs it first will have an inherent advantage. Even if he is defeated by the others, he can escape as soon as possible. Once he leaves the Lingzhen Secret Cave, others may not be able to find him with his own concealment methods.
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Seeing that Ancestor Jinhe and Old Demon Yinkui joined forces, a golden and silver spiritual light, carrying a golden knife and a silver ghost head, shot towards him.
The Black Dragon King suddenly became furious, and the Tiandang Demon Flag appeared in his hand. As he waved it, demonic aura suddenly spread across the sky. A large ball of Baisha demonic aura condensed into a ball and shot towards the golden and silver light emitted by the two people.
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Xiao Lin and others had naturally expected that once the five-color restriction was broken, several Nascent Soul old monsters would definitely try to snatch it away. Therefore, the moment the restriction was broken, the five of them each used their magic weapons to protect themselves and stepped aside at the same time.
, but the five of them were also staring at the few treasures in the True Spirit Pond.
Needless to say, that black plant with three green fruits growing on it is the legendary stepless elixir - Wannian Wuxian.
The snow-white three-foot pillar is an innate spiritual root. As long as such items are transplanted into one's own cave, they can continuously absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and turn one's cave into a blessed land of heaven and earth. It is better than building a cave on the spiritual veins.
On top, there is no need to give in too much.
Not to mention the turquoise liquid in the pool, the rich aura emanating from the True Spirit Divine Water made the five people have inexplicable expressions of surprise on their faces.
At this time, the bearded man among the five people suddenly moved, and his whole body was wrapped in the spiritual light of the protective magic weapon and shot towards the True Spirit Pond.
At the same time, a big aura hand appeared in his right hand and grabbed the black lotus root.
"Looking for death." At this moment, a bright silver-white sword energy suddenly cut through the void and disappeared in a flash, and the figure of the man with the beard suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Then the sword energy exploded, and the bearded man's body was torn to pieces by the sword energy. Even the soul was killed by Zhuo Haoran's awe-inspiring sword energy, and not even the dregs were left behind.
The expressions of Xiao Lin and the other four people all changed greatly, and the woman named Hua couldn't help but exclaimed, and her body shot straight back.
Xiao Lin's eyes were full of brilliance, and he was thinking quickly in his heart.
After seeing the miserable situation of the bearded man, Xiao Lin gave up his plan to snatch it directly. Although several Yuanying old monsters were fighting and fighting, the Yuanshen was obviously always watching what was going on here.
As long as someone dares to snatch it, they will inevitably encounter their attack. A blow from a late-stage Nascent Soul monk is absolutely fatal to Golden Core monks like them.
Xiao Lin thought that with his few spiritual treasures and the Purple Thunder Star Shield, he might be able to barely block one blow, but it was only one blow.
In other words, if he takes action to snatch it, he has only a slight chance. After all, Zhuo Haoran killed the big man with a beard, and if the rest of the people take action, they may not face Zhuo Haoran's blow, but
A combined attack from several Nascent Soul monsters.
Under such an attack, Xiao Lin had no doubt that his fate would be no different from that of the bearded man.
The rest of the Golden Pill and Foundation Establishment monks who were eager to try, after the bearded man was directly torn apart, abruptly stopped their forward progress, and stopped with pale faces.
"Donor Zhuo, do you still think that with the power of one person, you can compete with the two young monks and brothers?" Twelve golden beads appeared beside the white-faced monk at some point. Every time they were shot out, they brought out thousands of golden lights.
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Even if he encountered Zhuo Haoran's awe-inspiring sword energy, he was not afraid at all. Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, a layer of impenetrable light was formed, wrapping the white-faced monk's body inside.
"To deal with you two, Zhuo is enough." Zhuo Haoran's power is astonishing, and he exudes an aura of awe that is unrivaled in the world.
Zhuo Haoran also changed his previous appearance of a weak scholar and became a god of war who conquered the world.
The long sword in his hand rose up, and with a slight flicker, dense and endless sword light appeared, just like one sword turned into thousands of mouths, and the awe-inspiring sword energy filled the space hundreds of feet in front of him.
It's like a wall of light covering a hundred feet.
"Go." Following Zhuo Haoran's cold snort, the hundred-foot wall of light immediately rushed toward the two people from the West Extreme Ancient Buddha Tianzong at an astonishing speed.
"The aura of awe-inspiringness is indeed well-deserved, and the combat prowess of Zhuo Ran is the only one I have seen in my life. In this case, I don't care about hiding my clumsiness."
The face of the white-faced monk was solemn, and the twelve golden beads surrounding him began to grow in size, surrounding the white-faced monk who was sitting cross-legged in the void.
A golden mask of light suddenly appeared, and at the same time, thousands of golden lights flickered faintly behind the white-faced monk's head.
The golden light was like golden juice, instantly pouring over the white-faced monk's body. The white-faced monk suddenly turned into a golden man, then he looked at the snow-white sword energy in front of him and pointed out.