"I just used my divine sense to probe, and I found that there are dozens of people in this temple whose aura is stronger than mine, unlike what they say, there are only a few mid-to-late stage Qi refining cultivators," Yang Mingyang told everyone about his discovery.

Lu Yugang wanted to say something more, but suddenly stopped, made a mute gesture for everyone, and then removed the soundproofing prohibition. Everyone turned to look, and saw that the people of the Holy Buddha Temple were walking towards them with a dozen monks in different costumes. In the next few hours, another monk arrived one after another, and in the afternoon, nearly a hundred mid-stage and late-stage Qi refining monks had gathered in the Holy Buddha Saint. Seeing that the people had almost arrived, the abbot of the Holy Buddha Temple arranged a meditation and rest room for everyone, and agreed to set off for the ancient Xiudong Mansion in the early morning of the next day.

After a night without a word, early the next morning, a group of more than 100 monks, led by the monks of the Holy Buddha Temple, came to the mountainside at a height of 2,000 meters behind the temple. At this time, the people were standing in front of a steep cliff, and this cliff, like the other cliffs, could not see anything out of the ordinary. I saw a wave of the hand of the monk in the late stage of Qi refining in the Holy Buddha Temple, and seven or eight large ice cubes of grinding plates smashed fiercely towards this cliff, and before the attack reached the cliff, a layer of transparent light curtain automatically appeared on this cliff, and the ice cubes smashed on this inconspicuous light curtain. An unexpected phenomenon occurred, the ice hit the light curtain heavily, the light curtain flashed, but it was not penetrated, several ice blocks were smashed into pieces, and a pile of ice slag fell under the cliff.

"Fellow Daoists, this formation is usually not visible, and it only appears when it encounters an attack, and it will automatically disappear when the attack stops for a cup of tea. The defensive formation outside this cave is very powerful, no matter how powerful the attack you use, it can automatically resist, you can also give it a try. Master Tongneng, the abbot of the Holy Buddha Temple, said loudly. When all the monks heard this, they all thought it was incredible, so they took out their strongest attacks one by one and launched an attack on the cliff. For a while, countless ice cubes, fireballs, boulders, sword lights, wooden vertebrae and other attacks continued to hit the light curtain, emitting bursts of roaring sounds, although the light curtain was smashed and flashed, but it was not broken. Yang Mingyang secretly released his divine sense, trying to check the situation inside through the light curtain, but his divine sense couldn't break through the light curtain, so he had to give up. At this time, Tong Neng said: "After countless attempts, we used the most powerful attack, but we were never able to break through this light curtain, which shows that this formation is difficult to break through by strength. ”

"Since it is necessary to arrange such a powerful formation, it means that the things in it are not trivial!" said a loose cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining excitedly.

"Master Tongneng, since you let us come, there must be a very good way, don't sell it, let's talk about what to do, we will definitely cooperate with you to open this formation, I am very much looking forward to this harvest." Another monk shouted impatiently.

Tongneng looked at everyone, with a mysterious smile on his face, and said loudly: "Amitabha! don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I sent Senior Brother Tonghai to study all kinds of formations, and he has already studied the way to break this formation. ”

At this time, I saw a skinny monk in the late stage of Qi refining stepped forward, this monk came to the light curtain, jumped up, and hit the light curtain with a palm, only to see a clearly visible handprint appear on the light curtain, and then, he flew in another direction, another palm, and another handprint appeared on the light curtain, just like that, the old monk flew around in front of the light curtain, constantly hitting the light curtain, and after a while, the light curtain appeared one hundred and eight handprints. After the old monk finished making the mudra, he flew to the ground and said to the monks present, "Each person holds down a mudra with his right palm, and at the same time transmits spiritual power to the formation, and the formation can be opened." "Monks, look at me, I look at you, no one takes the lead. Seeing this scene, the abbot of the Holy Buddha Temple shouted: "Fellow Daoists, the matter has come to this point, do you still suspect the old Nashi brothers?" After a pause, he said, "Okay, my senior brothers and sisters should act first!" After speaking, he flew to the cliff and held one of the palm prints with his right hand, while the other seven or eight mid-stage and late-stage Qi refining monks in the Holy Buddha Temple also flew up when they saw this, each holding down a palm print with their right hands. Seeing this, the invited monks also flew to the cliff one after another, holding down a palm print with their right hand. Yang Mingyang took Duanmu Jiyue to fly a little slower, and seeing that there seemed to be no accident in front of the people in front of him, he also went to the cliff and pressed a handprint with his right hand.

Soon, the one hundred and eight mid-stage Qi refining monks present all pressed their right hands on the palm prints. I only heard the old monk shouting violently through the sea, his hands were raised, and a rune paper appeared in his hands, after the rune paper left the old monk's hands, it spontaneously combusted without wind, turned into two flames and flew to the formation. I saw the light curtain flickering. Immediately afterward, like all the monks, Yang Mingyang injected his spiritual power into the formation according to the instructions of the old monk, and the light curtain on the formation kept flickering, continuously sucking his spiritual power into the formation. Time kept passing, the formation still hadn't opened, and the spiritual power in all the monks' bodies was still continuously absorbed by the formation. At this time, some monks felt uneasy, you must know that once the monk's spiritual power is consumed, it can be recovered by meditating or taking pills, but this must also have a limit, if the spiritual power in the body is exhausted, and the phenomenon of overdrawing spiritual power appears, it will hurt the monk's roots, causing a decline in cultivation, and in serious cases, it will even hurt the monk's life.

"Tong Neng, what's going on, how much spiritual power does this formation have to absorb?" a monk asked loudly. But at this time, the Tonghui monk, who has been kind and kind to answer all questions for the past two days, smiled and did not answer. When the monks saw this scene, they secretly felt that something was wrong, and some monks were about to stop inputting spiritual power into the formation, but they were shocked to find that they couldn't stop the input of spiritual power.

"Tong Neng, what are your intentions, we kindly came to help you open the formation, don't you harm us! Hurry up and stop the operation of the formation, my spiritual power is almost exhausted?" another monk shouted.

"Tong Neng, this is my Xiao family's sphere of influence, if you hurt the Xiao family monks, my Xiao family will let your Holy Buddha Temple be wiped out, let me go quickly, I can not blame the past." A white-robed monk of the Xiao family roared angrily.

"Amitabha, the origin of this matter is all due to the greed in the hearts of the donors, Master Xiao, you are too whimsical, to this point, will I still let you go?" said the abbot of the Holy Buddha Temple, Tongneng, with a smile. At this time, a Qi Refining Quadruple Cultivator saw that most of his spiritual power had disappeared, gritted his teeth, took out a long sword with his left hand, and swung the sword to slash at his right arm, the arm was broken in response, and the spiritual power in his body was gone, so he stopped absorbing spiritual power. After getting out of trouble, the monk, unable to cope with his own injuries, turned around with his sword and fled. I saw a string of Buddha beads twisted by the general hand, and with a slight shake of the hand, the Buddha beads flew away, directly from the monk's wrapping like a zongzi, and then the monk screamed, fell from the air, and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.