Eight hundred and thirty third chapter: fierce battle to guard monks
"Rumble, rumble," as if to echo the organizer, the words had just finished, and a sound like shaking the mountain had already spread.
As the earth shook, the light shields standing on the periphery of the three super-large spirit stone mines swayed intermittently. This was also the only chance for the monks present.
The three super-large spirit stone mines are the only ones in the Central Plains world of cultivation. This protective formation was built by gathering the strength of all sects, and during the long mining process, it is still being reinforced. It can be called the Central Plains.
The only fifth-level protective formation in the world of cultivation.
As long as this sixth-level formation has one god-transformation stage monk or three or five late-stage Nascent Soul monks in charge, it is enough to withstand the attack of five god-transformation stage monks.
Normally, it would be impossible for the second-class sects and third-class sects to enter without the approval of the five first-class sects or those in charge of the royal family.
In other words, this shaking of the earth's veins is also the only opportunity for Zhao Shoushou and others to break into it and gain some knowledge. How could they miss it?
"Fellow Taoists, the time has come. If you don't advance now, how long will it take?" The organizer took out a precious fifth-level low-grade formation-breaking talisman from his arms, and with the support of sufficient spiritual power, transformed
A ray of spiritual light tore a gap the size of a person in the light mask that had been weakened by half.
The fifth-level formation is already the highest-level formation that can be deployed in the world of cultivation. It is probably only one step away from the legendary sixth-level formation.
In this case, even if the light shield has been weakened by more than half under the impact of the power of the earth's veins, it still needs an extremely powerful help. Otherwise, it is obviously impossible to open it just by relying on the strength of the seven mid-stage Nascent Soul monks.
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"My mission has been completed. This is already inside the Lingshi Mine. Whether you can get anything depends on your chance. Good luck to you all and be the first to go first." The organizer disappeared very abruptly and had no intention of interacting with them from the beginning to the end.
Cooperate sincerely.
The monks present were stunned. Even though they had already been mentally prepared, they never expected that he would leave so abruptly.
"Where did this little thief come from, actually spying on the inside of the super large spirit stone mine? He really doesn't know whether to live or die, and he will accept his fate." It was like a tacit agreement between the two parties. A group of five guarding monks appeared almost at the same time, and the leader was a
A great monk in the late Yuan Ying period.
Although the guarding monks were at a disadvantage in terms of quantity, their quality was significantly higher. The leader of the group, the great monk Fang Yi, appeared and threw a wind vortex with both hands, taking the lead in trapping the two mid-level monks.
"The wind is blowing hard, everyone breaks out." One of the monks shouted loudly and fled in the completely opposite direction. Little did they know that at this time, the other monks who were not involved in the battle had already disappeared.
As a casual cultivator most of the time, his awareness of the dangers around him has always been at the forefront. Almost immediately after the organizer disappears, he disappears in another direction.
At the moment when the battle broke out, Zhao Shoushou was already more than a hundred feet away from the battlefield. If everything went well, it would not be too difficult to break out of the encirclement.
However, the development of things has always been exactly the opposite. Facing Zhao Shoushou, who was the fastest escaping, the leader of the late Nascent Soul monk did not show an anxious look, but instead showed a hint of sarcasm.
Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, he was running away so fast that he had no time to make other judgments. A lazy donkey rolled around in extreme embarrassment. At the critical moment, he luckily escaped the killing blow of a flying sword and only left a mark on his face.
Just another inconspicuous wound.
"Hey" a crisp exclamation sounded, probably because he was very dissatisfied with his successful escape in this way. Immediately afterwards, a large silver net fell from top to bottom, trying to trap him in
in.
Under the current circumstances, once it is surrounded by a giant net, it will definitely become the target of concentrated firepower attacks by the defending monks.
Zhao Shoushou had abundant combat experience, and he had faced many sieges along the way. Although the situation was dangerous, his mind was as clear as ever.
In this series of attacks, the most dangerous thing is actually the flying sword that is silent and hides its aura. This giant net may seem powerful, but it has a hint of bluff, but it is actually there.
"The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road. How can a giant net with only an appearance be the opponent of someone Zhao? The bowl of the Yellow River, the water of the Yellow River, is broken." I heard him shout loudly, and his figure did not move forward but retreated, only a slap in the face.
A raging torrent spurted out from the large and small alms bowl.
This rapid is not just water, it contains a weak spiritual power of water, which may not be a big deal on ordinary days, but here it is more than enough to deal with the giant net.
His purpose was just to use the power of water to break open a gap in the giant net by surprise, opening up the dead end carefully arranged by the defending monks.
Zhao Shoushou's mind has always been clear. This time he came here not just to compete or to be competitive, but the real purpose was to guard the earth treasure liquid and the best spiritual stones.
If someone fights for life and death here, becomes a living target and attracts the main force of the defending monks, then he is truly stupid.
Everyone knows that water and fire are ruthless. Whether it is water or fire, when it reaches a certain amount, it can best reflect the perfect transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change.
The water stored in the Yellow River alms bowl is comparable to the total volume of a small lake. It pours out in one fell swoop. In an instant, silver light flashes and a menacing giant net rushes over.
Zhao Shoushou took this opportunity to turn into a stream of water and merge into the raging river silently before disappearing without a trace. This moment of confrontation had already attracted the attention of the nearby garrison monks.
It was just after he tried every means to escape that at least three defensive monks equivalent to those in the late Yuanying stage and eight in the middle stage of Yuanying had come to support him from all directions. The remaining three or five monks who had not had time to escape were attacked by several times the monks.
He fell down and fell quickly on the spot.
Of course, there are also some monks who are grumpy and unwilling to surrender, and choose to self-destruct at the last moment. The loud noises made the defending monks retreat.
Even though they had a sufficient advantage, two middle-stage Nascent Soul monks still died in this large-scale self-destruction.
"After having a preliminary understanding of the law of water, all spiritual arts can be used with ease. This should be an internal mine tunnel of a super large spiritual stone vein." The battle outside has no impact on Zhao Shoushou.
At this time, he was already shocked by the scene before him.
There is a tunnel that is three to five feet high where you can see it. There are pits and pits left by mining everywhere. Deep in the mine tunnel, some areas that have not been mined are shining with fluorescent lights, like stars.