The Taiyin Mighty Killing Array was running at full strength in the dazzling eyes of the spiritual light, and after a short half of a moment, it had turned more than a hundred shadow beasts into black smoke that dissipated one after another, and the thirty-five spiritual qi that maintained the operation of the formation had changed from as thin as silk to as thick as a grass stalk, and by now, it had become the thickness of a thumb. Fortunately, the seven monks of the Chaoyin Sect, although they looked a little embarrassed, still maintained a relaxed handwriting on their faces.

Followed by the fierce impact of hundreds of Shadow Beasts, in the irritating sound of squeaking and squeaking, in the flickering of spiritual light like broken stars, no one could help but worry, if it continued like this, would the Taiyin Killing Array be broken by the Shadow Beasts sooner or later.

There were only two people in the squad who did not have such worries.

Ye Bufan had been silent, hiding behind Jing Lian like a shadow, when the first Shadow Beast collided with the Taiyin Killing Array, it seemed to be unintentional, but in fact he deliberately moved a few steps back, that is, these few steps back, that is, he avoided a cold pearl light, and avoided Lin Sixteen's occasional wanton gaze with deep meaning.

Jinglian was also at the same time, with her chest and eyes closed, her ten fingers were wrong, and her hands formed a heart center seal. This is the starting mudra of his tantric lineage, the deity of the Ming King, holding the correct Zen mind, reciting the wheel, and inducing the "Great Venerable Ming King" to break the demon secret method, but it is not triggered, but it has its own prestige.

In the flow of Zen thoughts, a piece of Zen light triggered by the Tantra behind him has condensed into a slightly glowing mist, with the cultivation of Ye Bufan and Lin Sixteen, he can't see the four-petaled pure lotus in the Zen light, he can't see the sharp stabs of the square halberd in the forest, and he can't see the steaming flames burning in all directions, but since this Zen light appeared, in the space of half a foot around Jinglian's body, there is a kind of peace and tranquility after the wind and rain.

This is the protective enchantment of the "Great Venerable Ming King" to break the demon secret method, and the Dharma of the Immovable Ming King of Jinglian deity is only a manifestation of the right hand in the center of the Vajra wheel, so he can only transform a half-foot circle of glass around his body, *Pure Land.

Don't underestimate this only half a foot of the protection of the enchantment, this respect for the Ming King's protection enchantment, especially restrain all the resentment and evil, in this glazed pure land, the destruction of obstacles is like decay, and the protection of the heart is just like a treasure.

Lin Sixteen was very close to Jinglian, and immediately felt the enchantment's upright heart, and between breaths, the fast-moving spiritual energy cyclone in the dantian Lingding slowly began to follow the rules and run smoothly under the influence of the protective enchantment, and the restless state of mind was also like a long-drought field suddenly encountering rain, the breeze and drizzle, moisturizing things silently.

Refreshed, Lin Sixteen turned his head to look at Jing Lian, and after his eyes flickered for a moment, he moved two steps sideways, and stood silently behind Jing Lian.

Passing Jing Lian's shoulders as thin as a knife, Lin Sixteen's sight of the Taiyin Mighty Killing Array was still sparkling, and the attack and defense of the large array was still as solid as a rock, as sharp as a spear. But on closer inspection, prosperity must decline, and the decline of powerlessness has appeared.

The monks of the Chaoyin Sect are all covered with shiny fine sweat on their foreheads, and the thirty-five spiritual qi that maintains the operation of the large array, from as thick as a thumb, has already made people frightened to like an arm, even if it is a medium-grade spirit stone, it is broken into powder, that is, it is a small half a quarter of time. What's even more worrying is that the shape of the pan turtle on the big array, shrinking its head and closing its tail, has already appeared, and the spirit snake's wandering is like a mad dog, scaly and spitting, like madness.

The remaining dozen or so shadow beasts in this wave turned into curling black smoke after a few breaths, not allowing the large array to have a moment of respite, and on the east side of the large array, the night was thick like ink, surging violently, and hundreds of shadow beasts several times that were several times the previous were like hundreds of black feather arrows that were densely shot towards the large array, tearing through time and space, piercing through the night.

Silent, but with a heart-wrenching explosion.

The light wall on the east side of the big array, suddenly sparkling and dazzling, dazzling eyes, after the waves, the light wall was densely covered with shadow beasts, the wolf shape flashed red, and the sound of ping-pong sounded, different from before, like thousands of hammers together messily knocking on the iron sword, the light wall was chiseled when the spiritual light flickered, and it was also dense as if a rainstorm was pouring down on the long street.

How could the situation be so dangerous in a moment?

In the time of a few breaths, only a dozen or so shadow beasts were turned into curling black smoke by the large array, and on the light wall of the large array, the turtle and the spirit snake were already necks and tails, relying on each other, even if they could barely support them, but they were just helpless and lingering. In the open space in the center of the big array, the monks of the Chaoyin Sect led by the Earth Spirit Son were all covered with hot sweat, and the eyes of the seven people flickered back and forth, and the eyes of the Yin Vulture carried the same ruthlessness and determination.

No one knows what the Chaoyin Sect cultivators are thinking, and the disciples of the Tiancang Sect have subconsciously formed a semi-circle to gather behind Lin Ling at this time, and everyone has a strong calm and calm on their faces, and between their breaths, their chests are obviously fluctuating, and their qi is disordered.

Lin Ling was a stone's throw away from hundreds of crimson flame tips, flickering spiritual light, piercing ears, but he was like a straight pine and cypress from beginning to end, and he did not move. The only thing that has changed is that the hands are naturally hanging down to the side at this time, and between the two fingers of the right hand, a faint blue light faintly emerges.

Lin Aotian took the cultivation of the late Yuan infant as the pardon of the three talismans, the material of the talisman was taken from Xifengzhou, the 10,000-year-old ice in the Jixuan Ice Cave, one was accompanied by the secret of the Moon Monarch, called the Ice Sealing Qianli, one was accompanied by the trick of the golden inscription, called the sword of the West, and the other was accompanied by the trick of Tiangang, which was called the earth and the heavens.

This talisman between Lin Ling's fingers is a talisman that is frozen for thousands of miles, and the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant is a talisman for forgiveness, even if the shadow beast in front of him is incarnated into tens of millions?

Feeling the hundred and ten scorching gazes behind him, Lin Ling didn't have the slightest move to soothe people's hearts even with a wave of his hand, just now he looked far away, and a trace of gray and white color had already appeared on the edge of the sky, yang and yin, before the sky cleared, these hundreds of shadow beasts were the final blow of madness. With the confidence and calmness in his grasp, Lin Ling'an was still unshakable, and his divine sense spread into hundreds of thin lines, firmly locking every shadow beast that was still eroding the big array, and there was a faint sense of expectation in his heart.

In the corner on the west side of the big array, Jinglian still closed her eyes and meditated, and sat down, and the Great Venerable Ming King still held a righteous Zen heart in the Demon Breaking Enchantment, and all evils should not be evil. Lin Sixteen stood behind Jing Lian half a step away, his expression was mixed, his gaze kept shuttling back and forth between the disciples of the Tiancang Sect and the monks of the Chaoyin Sect, and his gaze wandered.

No one can still remember that there is a wild cultivator named Ye Bufan in this big array, and he deliberately hides in the night two feet behind Jing Lian, silently, like a small black stone in the night.

However, it was precisely the position and hiding of Ye Bufan, and with the calm of not having to face the crisis, he found at first glance that in the clear light flashing, the ground on the northeast side of the large array was surging and arching up a small dirt slope.

The arched dirt slope is about five feet in circumference, and the soil is still rolling and surging, as if there is a huge insect about to break through the soil underneath, Ye Bufan's heart is tight, and he wants to take a closer look with his empty eyes, but the dirt slope suddenly bursts with mud, and a deep hole with a width of one zhang explodes silently.

Ye Bufan just raised his hand before he could do it, and a large stream of black-red juice was as thick as a water tank, gushing out of the deep hole like a backflow.

There was a clear tremor on the ground.

In the space of the large array, the cold pearl light, the flickering spiritual light, strangely pulled out a staggered light and shadow.

All the sounds of chiseling suddenly disappeared, from dry and noisy to silent, abruptly like a phantom hysteria.

Time is like a frozen stone in this moment, cold and hard, as if it will not move in the slightest for billions of years.

In the next moment, a fishy and strange smell filled the array, making the time that had just seemed to freeze flow alive again.

It's just that the smell is really unbearable, like a pile of stinky salted fish, sprinkled with sun-dried dung juice, smashed into the burnt animal hair, mixed with rancid leftovers, and finally I feel that I can't get enough of it, and countless dead corpses with pus and blood are added.

When this smell entered his nasal cavity, it rushed straight to his brain, and Ye Bufan instantly felt dizzy and dizzy, and his eyes were full of stars.

In the array, except for Jing Lian and Lin Sixteen, who were safe and sound, everyone else was like this, even Lin Ling was temporarily robbed of his divine sense by this smell, and the black-red juice, at the same moment as this god-snatching, had already atomized and risen, condensing a hundred and ten ghost beasts with a pair of red pupils.

Ye Bufan will wake up from the dizziness, Jinglian Zen's heart moved slightly, just opened his eyes, Lin Sixteen was about to crush the spirit stone in his palm, the seven people of the Chaoyin Sect closed their breath, and the index finger of their right hand pointed at the jade turtle on the array plate at the same time, more than a hundred disciples of the Tiancang Sect, most of them endured the smell of rushing to the brain, and they were still dazed and ignorant of what was happening, and the little half-witty and alert half-turned body only to find that the large array had been broken from the inside, Lin Ling had already raised his right hand, the magic talisman between his fingers was not triggered, the eyebrows and eyes on his fair face were tangled, the flesh on his cheeks was cold and stiff, and the calm and confident expression that had just turned over the palm was cut into two pieces by the changes in front of him, one is angry, one is incredulous. His divine sense only then divided another hundred and ten thin lines, and between turning his palms, he didn't want to completely lock the one hundred and ten shadow beasts that were directly inserted into everyone's life, and the magic talisman in his hand did not have the traction of his divine sense to defeat the enemy, and it shot out in this large array, and it was definitely a rat thrower that killed eight hundred enemies and damaged one thousand by himself.

Lin Ling's mind turned sharply, and he suddenly thought of the possibility that the situation would collapse even more.

Unfortunately, there was a crisp sound of "ping-pong" behind him, and I don't know which shadow beast chiseled the light wall of the large array, and this crisp sound was a little spark that ignited a pot of hot oil.

Immediately followed by hundreds of more noisy and dense piercing sounds, more than 100 phantom beasts on the north side of the formation had been divided into three, more than a dozen phantom beasts pulled out black afterimages, two turns and jumps, and instantly pounced on the monks of the Chaoyin Sect, and the five shadow beasts advanced in unison, rushing straight to the corner on the west side, and there were still a hundred phantom beasts left, like a black whirlwind, rolling towards the monks of the Tiancang Sect.

On the line of life and death, no one is in anyone's heart, and there are still lucks.