Chapter 1347 Red Clothes White Monk and Wooden Fish
"Quick! Go!"
In the despair of being eager to fall into the ice pool, Xing Yan had only time to yell at Xing Yutang, who was standing not far away from the formation.
And just as Xing Yan opened his mouth, the entire ground began to tremble violently.
Countless thin and dense cracks appeared in the circular array.
Hearing his father's hysterical roar, Xing Yutang turned around in shock, and had only time to see the dark breath that gushed out like volcanic magma, which instantly burst out from the ground.
He saw that in the black magma column, his father's body was directly washed up by the black waves. His father stretched his head down and his right arm desperately, and his palm pressed against the snow-white jade hairpin.
In just an instant, my father's body was washed into a bone by a powerful stream of dark matter.
Xing Yutang didn't even have time to make a sound. With the formation as the center, countless huge cracks radiated quickly to all directions.
The ground under his feet also quickly cracked and he fell into the bottomless abyss.
The body-protecting spiritual treasure was automatically turned on, and Xing Yutang's body was held in time, so that he did not eventually fall into the turbulent black magma river below.
Xing Yutang lay blankly in the barrier that Lingbao stretched open, his eyes dispersed, as if he was stupid.
All this happened too quickly, and Xing Yutang had no time to think.
Xing Yutang stared blankly at the surging dark matter river below, and his mind kept replaying the scene of his father being instantly impulsed into white bones.
At this moment, a strange sound suddenly heard in Xing Yutang's ears.
"Winter...winter...winter..."
It is the sound of monks knocking on wooden fish during evening class in the temple.
The sound of the wooden fish was clear and true, as if it was hitting between his brow bones. The sound was steady, and it was neither anxious nor impatient.
The voice brought back Xing Yutang's originally dispersed mind with a steady power.
Although the severe pain in his heart was there, Xing Yutang couldn't help but raise his eyes to find the direction where the sound of wooden fish came.
He found that the sound of wooden fish actually came under the collapsed formation.
The barrier wrapped around Xing Yutang is a rare spiritual treasure. As his thoughts go around the canyon that cracked the earth, floating towards the formation that was washed away by the powerful stream of dark matter.
The dark power of the waves surged from the ground.
Before getting close, Xing Yutang's body protection barrier began to tremble violently, and there was danger of bursting at any time.
The Lingbao stopped automatically and was suspended behind a rock with a cracked protruding crack.
Although I did not get close, you could just see the collapsed formation at this angle.
Xing Yutang saw a young monk wearing a big red cassock.
The monk sat in the center of the dark matter flow, and the fiery red monk robe was swept and flew away by the powerful dark matter flow, but the monk sat firmly in the turbulent dark force.
The monk held a boxwood rosary in one hand and a Qi Zhi in the other hand. In front of him, a boxwood fish was hanging steadily.
The sound of knocking on wooden fish that awakened him from his dispersed spiritual consciousness just now came from the monk.
There was no Sanskrit chanting or Buddhist scriptures chanting, people were crying and helplessly from afar. When they arrived at the monk, they were all suppressed by the steady sound of wooden fish.
The monk in red had his eyes low and his long and dense eyelashes hung quietly on his snow-white skin. It was impossible to tell that his eyes were completely closed, but he was still watching his hands that were constantly twisting the rosary.
At this moment, Xing Yutang suddenly heard a roar of torn vocal cords coming from above the crack of the earth:
"Ayan!"
"Master!"
A Yan...is the leader of Yan!
She's back?
Xing Yutang stood up suddenly, and the barrier quickly drifted towards the crack with his consciousness.
When he arrived on the ground, Xing Yutang found that there were so many people in the courtyard of Canglangque, which had been beyond recognition.
Chen Yuyun, Bi Cheng, and Bo Chengxian...
These caravans and people from Baiwu Hall Xing Yutang are basically aware of them, and there are several people wearing blue gold-weaving brocade robes and exuding powerful wood power on them.
The tail fire rhinoceros and the golden leopard that had served as a pioneer were also among them.
These people in gorgeous clothes have particularly different temperaments. One of them is a big barrier that supports the green and green color, and one of them can protect all the ordinary people.
Chen Yuyun and Bi Cheng, as well as the caravans wearing green armor and the disciples of the White Mist Palace, all raised their heads and looked at the sky.
Xing Yutang noticed Chen Yuyun, Bi Cheng and several caravan leaders were red, their eyes were so angry that they were staring at the sky with ferocious expressions.
The treasures around them were flashing, obviously they wanted to go up, but no one could get up.
Their bodies were forcibly pressed to the ground by the cyan aura wrapped around them.
Xing Yutang guessed it was the work of the Taihuo Rhinoceros.
Xing Yutang couldn't help but raise his head and looked into the sky with them.
He saw the blue sky flowing back by the dark river, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky.
In the turbulent and intertwined breathing stream, Yan Yan's limbs were spread out, as if he was slowly pushed to the broken cave by an invisible big hand.
Xing Yutang looked at this scene and felt that Yan Yan couldn't help it.
She seemed to be caught by someone to block the hole that was broken in the sky.
"Winter...winter...winter..."
The crisp and steady sound of wooden fish sounded in Xing Yutang's ears again.
He suddenly raised his head, as if it was only at this moment that he truly realized the situation Yan Yan was facing.
A violent and angry flame suddenly surged in Xing Yutang's eyes.
I don’t know if I could sense the turbulent emotions in his heart. The barrier that had been protecting him suddenly soared into the sky, like a ball of burning fireballs, rushing towards Yan Yan who was being led higher and higher.
"Second brother!"
From which direction was heard from Xing Yushan's roar.
But at this moment, Xing Yutang could no longer hear any sound.
All he had was a voice left in his heart: his father was dead, and he could no longer watch his benefactor die.
He can protect the formation, he is not afraid of death, but he has his bottom line.
He is not that great, he can't watch one by one his beloved relatives and friends sacrifice to this formation, can't!
Since this barrier protects the mountain and sea realm, let the entire mountain and sea realm protect it.
He just wants to protect those whom he wants to protect...
But not long after Xing Yutang's body rose to the ground, a ball of white light suddenly fell from the sky.
Xing Yutang had no time to see what it was, and the light shield that guarded him was knocked into powder with a "bang!"
There was only a piece of wild white left in front of him, and the person was flew backwards by the white light.
The speed and power of the white light were extremely high, and Xing Yutang was unable to resist the impact. Even the magic weapons on him were shattered in an instant.
Finally, Xing Yutang felt his arms supporting his body flying backwards.
Xing Yutang turned his head and found that it was the fair-faced boy among the men wearing green gold-woven brocade robes.
The young man held Xing Yutang's arm and his voice was soft: "Young City Lord, you can't save Emperor Yan with your ability, why bother to sacrifice? Also, please feel sorry for me."