Cheng Ling's hunch was not wrong, under the leadership of the gray-robed leading monk, they quickly found the weak point of the formation, and the overwhelming spell bombarded towards the node, and the hallucinogenic effect of the formation decreased significantly.

"We can't let them bombard anymore, we must find a way to delay. It's a pity that the time is too short, and the power of the formation is less than half. Fortunately, even if you see through the formation nodes, in a short period of time, you still can't unite together, so you can break them individually!"

Preemptively, his hands stretched out, the void turned into claws, and two thunderballs in the palm of his hand came out, and with a flick of the situation, he bombarded the monks inside!

"It's not good, the other party is a thunder monk! Hurry up and find a way to break out of the phantom array, it's too passive!"

More than a dozen people were shocked, the Thunder Cultivator had always been known for his powerful attack power. All of them were trapped in the phantom array, and their consciousness and vision were greatly affected, let alone attacking, and even their defenses were stretched. In addition, the other party is a thunder monk with a very strong attack, where do you dare to slack off, and try your best one by one to bombard the formation nodes.

The thunder ball in Cheng Ling's hand continued to conjure, and it entered the formation endlessly, and the strong thunder power scattered in all directions, shining with bursts of purple light. The monks in the formation let out a scream, apparently several people had been injured.

The gray-robed monk was so anxious that he secretly blamed himself for not raising his vigilance, allowing the other party to gain time to set up the formation, and completely fell into passivity. He propped up his hands, and between his hands appeared two air masses, one black and one white.

Immediately after that, he turned his wrist and slapped heavily in front of him, and the two air masses fused together, producing powerful energy fluctuations. The right hand was a little towards the fused air mass, and the entire air mass rotated violently, and as the speed of rotation became faster and faster, the immortal yuan force in the void continued to absorb into the air mass. The next moment, the entire air mass skyrocketed several times, from the size of a football directly to the size of a bathtub. Holding a huge energy air mass, he aimed at the intersection nodes of the formation and pushed it over!

"Boom~!"

The explosion of the air mass brought a huge energy shock wave, and the formation was crumbling, and most of the nodes were destroyed, leaving only the broken half, and the figures of more than ten monks appeared.

Cheng Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent, the fingers in his hand changed, and three consecutive heavenly thunderbolts fell from the sky, bombarding a Mahayana monk who had just revealed his figure. The monk had been hit by the thunderball several times before, and he had already been seriously injured, where could he still block the bombardment of the Heavenly Thunder Duel, and his entire body and primordial spirit were bombarded into powder by the powerful thunder energy.

"Senior brother~!"

The gray-robed monk screamed miserably, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and his two fingers connected the dots, one black and one white, and shot out like sharp arrows.

Cheng Ling's body flickered, leaving a long series of afterimages, and his true body had already come to the formation, and he saw the position of the remaining three Mahayana monks, and shot several thunder arcs in a row.

"Click! Click!"

The three monks were hit instantly, their bodies were numb, and the black and white air mass condensed by their hands suddenly collapsed. Cheng Ling was about to give them a fatal blow, and the other six monks rushed to save them, and a piece of spells shot in, and in desperation, they could only use their body techniques to avoid it again.

The three monks were lucky enough to save their lives, and hurriedly retreated behind the gray-robed monks, and the two groups of men and horses formed a confrontation.

The gray-robed monk's consciousness was swept away, and one of his own people had already been killed by Cheng Ling. His face was gloomy, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Sen Han said, "Even if you are a thunder cultivator, you must die today!"

Cheng Ling trembled slightly, and an inexplicable excitement surged into her heart. This is the first battle since he came to the Star Realm, and it is also the first battle that uses spells in the true sense.

Under the strong pressure, his heart stirred, his hands grabbed the void, and then put them together in the shape of a lotus, and slowly pushed forward.

"Thunder Python!"

In an instant, a thunder python as thick as a bucket rushed out of his hand, shining with purple light, cutting through a brilliant curve, and the giant mouth opened the python's tail and flicked it, hitting the ten people.

"Yin and Yang Kill!"

The gray-robed monk let out a low shout, and the nine disciples behind him pinched their fingers at the same time, and the black and white air masses shot out from his hands, killing the thunder python that was shining with purple light!

Snort!

The two energies collided together, and the purple light on the thunder python's body was mostly weakened, but it still rushed towards the gray-robed monk!

"Impossible!"

The gray-robed monk was shocked, his hands crossed a large circle, and the black and white air masses condensed in front of his chest, forming a defensive qi shield to meet the rushing thunder python.

"Boom!"

The two powerful attacks collided together, and the thunder python and the air mass disappeared at the same time, and the gray robe poured into his feet, breaking through the smoke that spread. With a support of his right hand, the black and white air mass turned into a yin and yang Taiji diagram and appeared in the air, and slowly descended towards the direction where Cheng Ling was standing.

At first, the coverage area of the Taiji diagram was only a zhang Xu Fangyuan, but with the momentum of the landing, it gradually increased, and when it came to the top of the head, it had expanded several times, firmly enveloping Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling's face changed drastically, and he wanted to escape from the covered area, but found that he was slow to move. In the end, the other party is a big realm higher than himself, and the immortal yuan power is very strong. Seeing that the Taiji diagram overturned, he propped up his hands and shouted: "Thunder!"

"Thunderbolt!"

The purple power grid scattered in all directions, converging into more than a dozen thunderbolts falling from the sky, most of them all bombarded the Taiji Diagram, and the remaining half was aimed at the ten disciples in the field and bombarded it.

"Not good!" The gray-robed monk's face changed, the attack power of this thunder spell was really powerful, and after the Taiji Diagram was bombarded with a few thunderbolts, most of it was already shattered.

As soon as the pressure from top to bottom was light, Cheng Ling took the opportunity to escape from the enveloping range and threw a few pills to restore the power of the immortal yuan into his mouth. With two fingers pointing towards the sky, there was a "click", and a dark purple thunderbolt the thickness of a thumb fell in response, as if it was about to split the void.

The three Mahayana monks in the field didn't have time to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, they were struck by the three Great Thunder Falling Techniques and turned into ashes! You must know that this Great Thunder Falling Technique contains a trace of the power of the Zixiao Divine Thunder, and even the thunder generals in the Immortal Relic Palace died under the thunder technique, how can the body of the Mahayana period resist it.

The gray-robed monk was horrified and utterly angry. The other party was only a nine-star Mahayana stage cultivator, and he actually killed four fellow disciples in a row under his nose. The attack power of the Thunder Monk is so powerful?

For a long time, there were very few monks who were good at thunder spells, and I only heard that the Five Spirits Sect had a peak master of the Nine Star Earth Immortal Realm, who must have been the most powerful Lei Xiu on Ling Weixing. Who would have thought that a Mahayana monk who I accidentally met today was not only proficient in the formation path, but also an extremely rare thunder monk.

He knew that the other party's formation grade was definitely extraordinary, and it was not easy to set up a phantom array in such a short period of time, and to let his group of eleven people spend so much time to crack it. If he is given a little more time, it is not certain whether he can break out of the formation shroud.

Nima: Didn't Lao Tzu look at the yellow calendar when he went out today?

But now that he has directly lost three of his fellow sects, how can he explain to the sect when he goes back? Today, we must take this kid down!

"Yin and Yang Prison Cage Kill!"

He shouted angrily, not daring to hold back, and beckoned to the rest behind him

Six disciples, two fingers constantly striking. The spells released by the seven people formed a fine net, trapping Cheng Ling firmly in it, and then taking it down in one fell swoop when the opponent was exhausted!

Cheng Ling suddenly fell into danger, and his body flashed sharply. The hand did not stop, and the demon thunder trick conjured up a thunder monster one after another, resisting the opponent's crazy attack. It's just that those Thunder Monsters have limited defense, and they often completely collapse after being hit two or three times.

He can only use his body magic to the limit now, constantly shuttling through the spell network compiled by the other party. Although he seized the opportunity to kill three Mahayana monks, he had already consumed seventy percent of his immortal power by continuously casting the two spells of Thunder Python and Thunder Wanjun.

The remaining seven people are all above themselves, not to mention killing, it is a great luck to be able to retreat with their whole body.

It's a pity that the seven of them are very difficult, and they cooperate very tacitly, and the huge net woven by black and white fingers is getting tighter and tighter, constantly compressing his dodge space.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the gray-robed monk's mouth, and he said energetically: "If you work harder, you will almost lose your hand!"

Sneer......

Cheng Ling has been hit many times in his body, but fortunately, he has been continuously subjected to thunder bombardment in the past year, and his body cultivation has gone further, and his defense and recovery capabilities have been greatly strengthened. But it's not a way to go on like this, you will lose if you hold it for a long time, and sooner or later you will be killed by them.

The medicinal power of Hui Yuan Dan circulated in the body, but unfortunately the speed of replenishing the immortal power was too slow, and it lasted for a quarter of an hour, and only recovered to fifty percent. He couldn't bear it anymore, and with a raised hand, he unleashed a thunderbolt again!

The gray-robed monk's pupils shrank, he had seen this spell before, and his attack power was extremely strong, and he must not be allowed to succeed. He jumped into the air. Both hands were sacrificed into black and white, facing the purple thunder that bombarded down.

"Click......!"

The purple thunder fell in response, and the gray-robed monk raised his left hand, and the black air mass forcibly took several thunderbolts. The powerful blast knocked him down from mid-air, but the thunderbolts were resisted. Immediately afterwards, as soon as the right hand was closed, the white air mass merged into the black air mass, and then with a turn of the trend, the two air masses rotated, forcibly blocking the remaining thunder.

Not only that, the power of thunder was torn apart under the rotation of the black and white air mass, and its power was greatly reduced. The gray-robed monk stomped heavily on the ground with his feet, stepped out of two deep pits, and exhaled a turbid breath from his mouth, finally giving all the thunder to the next.

Cheng Ling was shocked in his heart, such an attack could be blocked, he didn't believe it, silently thought in his heart, sacrificed all the remaining immortal yuan power in his body, and launched the second thunderstorm!

The gray-robed monk was horrified and pushed his hands upward. The black and white air mass soared into the sky, and the area skyrocketed several times, generating a powerful rotational force, blocking the falling thunder one by one, and spreading out in all directions.

Cheng Ling sat down dejectedly, this blow had already exhausted his own immortal yuan power, and the black and white fingers that the remaining six disciples struck could no longer resist, and they hit dozens of ways. Blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and his body was knocked into the air, slamming into the mountain wall after cutting an arc.

The gray-robed monk's face turned hideous, he crawled out of the deep pit, and said to Cheng Ling: "Stinky boy, let us spend so much effort, we must draw our souls and refine your soul, so that you will never be able to live beyond life!"

Cheng Ling slowly closed her eyes, as if she had given up resisting, and only opened her eyes after a long time. The gray-robed monk felt a pang in his heart, what kind of eyes was this, it was like looking at a dead man, could it be that he had any more powerful hole cards?

The thought flashed, and he saw his lips squirm, and a voice came to his ears: "Nian Lei!"