The more than fifty monks all gathered around curiously.

After all, my status in their hearts is already very high, let alone being able to cooperate with me, even if I see my means with my own eyes, I am content.

Especially a few days ago, it was rumored that I killed four black-robed Inhumans in a row in the Spirit Taming Palace, and everyone wanted to see how I did it.

When my right palm wrapped in spiritual power pressed on the wooden box, in an instant, the white smoke inside the box doubled and gushed out.

Not only that, but the thin thread that connects it also shines.

As I continued to inject spiritual power, those thin lines were still automatically extending outward, which was very strange.

The problem is that the spiritual power injected into my body is draining out like a flood, and it is consumed very quickly.

Mo Yu took three or five minutes, and with my spiritual yuan realm's cultivation, there was actually less than one percent of spiritual power left.

The old man showed his head at this time, and reminded in a wry voice:

"Silly boy, this magic weapon eats spiritual power, don't be sucked dry!"

After saying that, the shadow of the old man disappeared into my mind so quickly that I didn't even have time to see it clearly.

Although I had withdrawn my right palm when I was reminded by the old man, I still had a feeling of palpitations.

It's rare to consume only one percent of my spiritual power, my face has deteriorated a lot, and the strength of my whole body has become weak.

So, I quietly controlled the Five Elements Bead Bracelet and switched my Five Elements Body to the Demon Body.

Suddenly, that feeling of richness and power returned.

What I didn't expect was that my state just now was actually noticed by the sharp eyes of the two old men.

The old man of Qingcheng Mountain looked at me suspiciously, but he didn't despise it, but asked more respectfully:

"Shaoxia, most of the strength in your body has obviously dissipated just now, how can you ...... Suddenly back to peak form?"

The old man at the flying foot door next to him also said:

"Yes, the old man also saw it, could it be that the young man has any unique method of restoring spiritual power?"

I shrugged.

Of course, I won't tell them that I have the body of the five elements, there is still magic power when the spiritual power is gone, there is still demon power when the magic power is gone, and there is still Buddha power when the demon power is gone.

If you want to drain the strength from me, you have to take some skills.

I pretended to be mysterious and said:

"Don't be surprised if you're just learning the old ways. ”

"If you are willing to help, you can follow my demonstration just now and come over and inject spiritual power!"

Hearing me say this, everyone is envious.

After all, in the cultivation world, spiritual power is the most important foundation for survival, and if you learn to recover your spiritual power quickly, it is equivalent to doubling your strength.

However, no one asks much about the privacy of the exercises.

Several old men were very cunning, and when they heard that they wanted to help, they naturally refused to make the first sacrifice.

However, the disciples who were standing behind them who had cultivated a little bit took the initiative to ask for help.

A middle-aged disciple of the Flying Foot Gate with a thin figure took the lead in stepping forward and arched his hand at me:

"I'm willing to help the young man!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man did not hesitate, strode to the wooden box, raised his palm and slapped it.

I stood by and watched silently.

As the nine thin lines shone brightly, the middle-aged man's spiritual power was also injected like a flood.

He was only the strength of the Spirit Pill Sixth Rank Realm, and it was estimated that he noticed that the spiritual power was consumed too quickly, and his face suddenly became a little more panicked.

I saw that he had already injected half of his spiritual power, so I took the initiative to reach out and tear his palm open.

"That's enough! Thank you, brother!"

The middle-aged man gasped for breath and bowed his hand gratefully.

"Don't be too young!"

I smiled slightly:

"The amount is not much, it is in the heart, you are much stronger than those hypocritical masters!"

The middle-aged man is not young, so he naturally understands what I am scolding openly and secretly.

As a disciple, he didn't dare to say more, but just pursed his lips and nodded at me, then turned to leave.

And my words also reached the ears of the administrators of the two sects.

The two old men looked at each other with a look on their faces, and neither of them would fall behind and walked towards me at the same time.

"Young man, the old man is also here to help!"

I quickly made a gesture of please, signaling them to hurry up and not be polite.

These two old men are like conjoined babies, and they hook up with each other.

There is a feeling of being embarrassed and hating each other after being raped.

The two of them raised their wrinkled hands at the same time, and as they breathed and accumulated, I felt the rich and abundant spiritual power clearly.

Although these two old men are cunning and selfish, their strength is still quite good.

When their spiritual power was injected, the white smoke in the small box gushed up like a column of water, and even formed a small waterfall more than a meter high.

And the nine thin threads are even more glittering, expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I nodded in satisfaction, as long as they were willing to help, this legal force would be greatly enhanced.

But within two minutes, the old man of Qingcheng Mountain sensed that something was wrong, and his spiritual power was consumed too quickly.

I saw that he had the intention of retreating, so I hurriedly surrendered my hand and shouted:

"The two elders are really profound in cultivation, and they are righteous and awe-inspiring!"

As I spoke, I turned to the other fifty disciples and incited them to echo the words:

"Qingcheng Mountain swears to protect the world, come on, elders!"

"The Flying Foot Gate will never back down, the Elder is really the leader of the Flying Foot Gate!!"

……

The disciples have no ability to contribute, and the ability to shout is one set after another.

The two old men, who were originally about to retreat, had no choice but to continue forcibly with a bitter face.

They are so strong that even I lasted for about three minutes, so they have to go up for four minutes.

Under my supervision, it ended up lasting five minutes before stopping.

The two old men were red-faced, coughed a few times from time to time, and supported each other after closing their palms, as if they had lost their strength.

But I know that at most, they only contribute about sixty percent of their spiritual power, and these are performances for others to see.

Anyway, I bowed my hand to the cunning old men as a sign of gratitude.

With them taking the lead, all the disciples present next stepped forward one after another to dedicate their spiritual power, and none of them could escape.

And the scope of the formation has been expanded to more than three times as much as before.

When the last disciple was finished, I patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and the effect exceeded expectations.

At this time, the old man of Qingcheng Mountain walked up to me and asked in a low voice:

"Young man, this formation is the same formation used to hunt and kill black-robed aliens in the Spirit Taming Palace, right?"

To give them confidence, I nodded:

"That's right!"

Sure enough, everyone laughed excitedly, after all, this formation has the credit of all of them.

If you really hunt down one or two black-robed strangers in this city, you will have to be praised and praised in the future.

The old man of Qingcheng Mountain asked in detail:

"Shaoxia, is this formation famous?"

After asking, more than fifty monks pricked up their ears and waited to listen, so that when they bragged with others in the future, they would have real material to say.

I thought about it and came up with a temporary name:

"Slash the Great Array!"

(Good night everyone, see you tomorrow)