The subsidence of the ground on the edge of Zizhu Pond and the subsequent rumbling sound did alleviate Yunlan's incantation. Fa Yin, who tried his best to protect the spiritual sea with his own defense, although he was seen through by the empty eye, he gave a blow and spat blood from his mouth. The blood was real, of course, but the injuries weren't so severe.

When Kongjian took the lead in making a move against Yun Qing, Fa Yin was also taken by surprise, forcibly endured the turmoil of the spiritual sea, and pushed hard with both fists.

Before the whistling sound came out, Yun Lan's face had changed, he never thought that even under the unique lock spirit spell of Master Kongjian, this person would still have the power to resist.

The hasty defense is naturally not so strong.

Yun Lan's entire body was directly blown away, and he fell into the purple bamboo pool.

But Fa Yin spurted out a mouthful of blood, this was not to paralyze the enemy, it was indeed a lot of injuries. When he looked at the empty view that had already stepped on the bridge, he knew that this matter was irreparable.

Kong Jian's recitation of the Lock Spirit Mantra is naturally better than his apprentice Yun Lan, I don't know how much.

The Soul Locking Mantra is based on the tea of the Violet Arhat, supplemented by the incense of the Buddha, once the person who is recruited will be turbulent under the traction of the spell.

The spiritual sea, that is the root of a cultivator. Once the aura is out of control, even if all means are in vain.

When Kongjian's spell sounded, the people who had been slightly relieved encountered even greater spiritual sea turmoil again.

In order to prevent further mistakes, Kongjian used the green smoke of the Buddha's incense to turn into Luohan bamboo again, and waved six palms in a row, blasting six Luohan bamboos into the spiritual sea of these people.

After planning for so long, Kongmi didn't want to make any mistakes and fall short.

And in the purple bamboo pool, there was an uproar, Yunlan broke out of the water, landed in front of Fa Yin, lifted it with a kick, and kicked Fa Yin to the ground.

"Enough. Sorami scolded. "Go and see what's buried in the soil over there. ”

Although Yunlan was still angry, his master's order was difficult to disobey, and in a few ups and downs, he came from the pulpit to the place where Li Mu was buried, and he was on guard.

And the sound of Sorami's spell began to echo on the surface of the water, in the air current, and then in the purple bamboo forest. The voice became more and more eerie, very different from the chanting in the temple, as if it was not the voice of a person, not the voice of this world.

Under the altar, the water of Zizhu Lake is much darker. I don't know if it's because twilight is approaching, or something else.

At this time, Duanmu Xu was trying his best to stabilize the tumbling and turbulent aura in the spiritual sea. But he found that no amount of attempts at stability seemed to help. The violet arhat that drank seemed to be the bait that was thrown into the body, constantly attracting green smoke, and the two were urged by the spell to make waves.

Duanmu Xu couldn't understand Kongjian's spell at all, and only felt that the wind blowing from the nine passages, under the blessing of the spell, brought even greater wind and waves to the spiritual sea.

If the spiritual energy is lost or even the spiritual sea collapses, then the whole practice will come to an abrupt end.

Thinking of this, the fear that Duanmu Xu had never had before gradually struck. Since entering the practice, he has been enjoying more and more the abilities of practitioners who are different from ordinary people, which is also the source of his growing self-confidence.

But if the path of cultivation is cut off, then how can the great revenge be avenged? If you lose your life here, then everything will be over.

It was not only him who was unwilling, but also those who were on the altar at this time.

A conference on the Tao turned out to be so dangerous.

But no matter how unwilling he was, the churning in the spiritual sea became more and more intense.

The danger doesn't stop there. Sorami's gaze swept over the three people on the altar at this time, as if he was considering who to start with.

Duanmu Xu suddenly felt cold all over his body, and noticed a strange gaze in the air, which was a gaze that wanted to eat people. It's not a description, but he really feels this way.

Duanmu Xu has not experienced the danger of life and death, those arrows flying randomly on the battlefield, and the terrifying arrow on the shore of Luoshui, but after all, it cannot be compared with the danger in front of him. Some arrows were too weak after all, and those arrows were far away after all, but at this time, Duanmu Xu's eyes seemed to be the gaze of a hungry beast. The worst thing is that he has no power to fight back at this time.

The other two felt the same way. When Kongmi's gaze drifted over him, he was as weak as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Duanmu Xu was naturally afraid. However, when he felt Kongjian's gaze linger on Zhao Luojia, he felt a pain in his heart for some reason.

The feeling of powerlessness and reluctance all came to my heart.

Maybe this is the last time we'll see each other.

Duanmu Xu thought that he had to do something. Enduring the devastating turmoil and pain in the Spirit Sea, he tried to roar at Sorami, but in the end only a muffled whisper, "Old bald donkey".

His efforts were not in vain. Sorumi really turned his gaze and landed on Duanmu Xu.

Sorumi looked at this Zen descendant with an innate spirit, and thought that his luck was really good. There are two hosts of innate spirits at once, and the aura that can be seized must be helpful for breaking through the pseudo-upper realm, and the one who is in the Puritan sect is also good.

Since this Zen successor is an unexpected joy, let's start with this person.

With a wave of his sleeves, it was another blow to the Luohan bamboo, which slammed directly into the past. After all, the spiritual sea that Duanmu Xu was already churning was like the river that burst its embankment, and the spiritual energy was flowing out uncontrollably.

It was not a drain, but with the spell of that voice, it flowed to the spiritual sea of empty sight.

Kongjian's eyes suddenly lit up, and the innate spirit was really extraordinary.

Duanmu Xu's face turned pale. Once the spiritual qi is exhausted, he will be a waste person if he does not die. He desperately urged the guards taught by Fa Yin. It's a pity that it's like a dam that has burst the first opening, it will only get bigger and bigger, and it will be difficult to repair.

Kong Jian didn't like gobbling it up, and he wanted to drain Duanmu Xu's aura all at once. Rather, it is absorbed into the spiritual sea little by little. He wants to use these innate spirits to the extreme, just like eating the most delicate delicacies, tasting them in small bites.

The lamb to the slaughter, no, should be the prey that has been swallowed into the tiger's mouth, and is being bitten and devoured.

A trace of aura entered the spiritual sea of Kongjian, and was wrapped in a spirit crystal like frost, and was slowly dragged in.

Fear is still fear after all, but fear to the extreme may be numbness.

This is the case at this time. He could even carefully perceive the loss of his aura, whether those slaughtered lambs also felt this way, watching his blood slowly drain out, Duanmu Xu didn't know.

But he knew that the lambs were not struggling, but they seemed to have no strength.

Duanmu Xu didn't have the strength at this time, he could only quietly perceive a trace of spiritual energy from his spiritual sea to the spiritual sea of Kongjian.

At the beginning of the sacrifice at the Yuanfang altar, there was the first trace of aura in the spiritual sea, and at this time, the aura was lost again. The slightest change that has been planned for a long time has finally come to naught, but it has come to naught if it is not careful.

After being unwilling, I am still unwilling. The aura was still draining slightly, followed by the sound of the spell in the air, followed by the sound of the wind blowing from the purple bamboo forest, and there was a strange rhythm.

These weird rhythms are a little familiar.

Duanmu Xu tried his best to remember when he had heard such a rhythm.

Fortunately, Duanmu Xu's career for more than ten years is quite simple, and most of the sounds of pots and pans are heard in the Zhongshu Ling Mansion.

After all, the chanting of the sacrifice is much more majestic and bright, and there is no such strange rhythm. However, Duanmu Xu suddenly realized that these rhythms were not heard, but felt by the body. It was the rhythm he had felt when he was urging the Dharma Plate during the sacrifice. It was so painful that he barely remembered it.

The rhythm of aura loss at this time is very similar to the aura growth of the whole body at that time.

Duanmu Xu couldn't help but smile bitterly, although it was difficult for a smile to appear on his face. No matter whether the aura grows or the aura is lost, why is it so painful? Why is it that you are like fat meat waiting to be slaughtered?

So what's the point of going through the pain of the past again?

Anyway, there was no other way, Duanmu Xu thought that if he didn't try the method of operation when he first urged the magic disk.

There is no magic plate, but the wind of the purple bamboo forest, the violet tea, the wisps of green smoke, and the key to the empty mantra, all of which are gathered together are the root cause of his aura loss. If he wants to keep his aura, he can only do the opposite.

But how to reverse?

At this time, of course, there is no chance to ask Uncle Huangfu about the mechanism of the Fapan, Duanmu Xu thought very simply, coming and going in the opposite direction, so high and low relatively.

The rhythm of this aura loss has its own ups and downs, and what Duanmu Xu has to do is to do the opposite. And the pain of the knife from the inside out began again.