Another bewitching woman said, and when everyone looked at it, it turned out to be a monk of the Hehuan Sect.

"I agree!"

"Ji has no opinion!"

"That's a good suggestion!"

The suggestions of the disciples of the two major sects were very reasonable, and everyone present agreed with them.

"Fellow Daoists present, are there any who are proficient in the formation?" asked the old man surnamed Fang of the Battle Banner Gate.

"There are no formation masters, we only have a strong formation, I think this formation has gone through tens of thousands of years, it should be easy to break!" Seeing that no one answered for a long time, the woman of the Hehuan Sect said loudly.

"Then attack strongly!" said the monk surnamed Fang.

The crowd had no other way but to follow the proposal of the two great sects of monks, each using their own means to launch an attack on the formation.

For a moment, there was a loud bang on this platform, and countless attacks hit the formation.

After a long time, everyone only saw the white light on the formation flickering, but there was no sign that it was about to break.

"It doesn't seem to work this way, we have to find another way. ”

"Wait, let's see if the Daoists who came up behind us are not proficient in the formation. ”

Everyone talked about it, but they couldn't think of an effective way, so they had to wait.

Half an hour passed quietly, and in this half hour, the monks who came up first sat down one after another to recover their spiritual powers.

During this time, monks climbed up from the chains. At this time, more than 100 monks had gathered on the platform.

"I'll take a look!" Finally, there was a middle-aged monk dressed as a scribe who had some research on the formation.

This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone got out of the way and waited for the middle-aged scribe to study the formation.

The middle-aged scribe came to the formation, looked east and west, and took out a few small white flags and inserted them around the formation.

Then, the middle-aged scribe came to the middle of several array flags, chanted words in his mouth, and hit a few spiritual powers on the array flags.

After a while, seven or eight orange circles the size of a human head appeared on the formation.

"A few of you, inject spiritual power into this aperture!" the middle-aged scribe nodded to a few monks with lower cultivation.

The monks looked at each other, their faces a little hesitant, but in the unkind gaze of the crowd. Slowly coming to the formation, they each put their palms on the orange aperture and began to inject spiritual power into the formation.

The formation that received the spiritual power suddenly flickered, and a burst of red mist floated out, and the heads of these monks were quickly carried out. These monks immediately had dull eyes, and they actually easily passed through the barrier of the formation, directly pushed open the stone door of the cave, and slowly walked in.

"Fellow Daoist, what's going on!" the Hehuan Sect woman asked, staring at the middle-aged scribe.

"Ahem, that's right, this formation has a very strong attack power, and you need to sacrifice a few people to feed the formation!" the middle-aged scribe smiled faintly.

"I hope what you say is true, if you play tricks, you will die an ugly death. ”

Not long after a few people walked into the formation, several orange circles of light slowly moved together, forming a large orange aura in a dustpan, attached to the formation glow.

"Inside this orange aura is the Formation Eye, everyone attack it!" the middle-aged scribe shouted, but no one moved.

The middle-aged scribe looked embarrassed, knowing that the scene just now made everyone's hearts palpitate. So with a wave of his hand, an orange light shot out of the aperture, and the light curtain of the formation immediately flickered non-stop.

Seeing that the attack was indeed effective, everyone let go of their worries and launched an attack into the aperture. For a moment, countless attacks hit the aperture, causing the light curtain of the formation to flicker and flicker.

"Intensify the attack, it's about to break!" shouted the middle-aged scribe.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, and with the joint efforts of everyone, the light curtain of the formation could no longer hold on, turned into pieces, and then disappeared.

"Great, this turtle shell has finally been broken!" someone shouted happily, but no one paid attention to him as everyone was busy walking towards the cave.

The group hurriedly walked to the stone gate, pushed open the stone gate, and walked in.

In front of everyone's eyes is a wide hall, the top of which is inlaid with countless pearls, illuminating the hall very brightly.

In front of the main hall, there are several steps wide and wide, and at the end of the steps, there is a large golden chair, with four statues on each side of the chair, which looks like a eunuch and a palace maid in the palace.

At the bottom of the steps, there are two rows of statues, one wearing the costumes of the Wengong Palace and the other wearing the costumes of military generals. This scene looks like a secular palace hall.

"What is this?" said a monk, looking at the jade boxes suspended in the main hall.

Only then did everyone notice that there were many jade boxes with identical shapes suspended above the main hall.

A monk took out a long whip-shaped magic weapon, waved his hand, wrapped it around a jade box, and pulled it down with force.

"Superior magic weapon!" the monk shouted excitedly as he opened the jade box and took out a wooden staff-like object.

With this sentence, a stone startled a thousand waves, and everyone hurriedly rushed into the main hall, came to the bottom of the jade boxes one by one, and used their own means to grab the jade boxes above the main hall.

Of course, Yang Mingyang refused to miss this kind of good opportunity, and taking advantage of his speed, he quickly put the two jade boxes into the storage bag.

"Ahh

"You guy, dare to sneak up on Lao Tzu!"

The jade box was quickly snatched up by everyone, and someone hit the monk who got the jade box, and soon a fight began.

"There's still a jade box in the corridor!" I don't know who shouted.

At this time, everyone noticed that on both sides of the main hall, there were dozens of corridors that could accommodate two people to pass through at the same time, and above the corridors, there were also some jade boxes suspended.

The monks' eyes immediately lit up, and they hurriedly abandoned their opponents and ran in the direction of Yongdao.

At this time, in a stone room, the middle-aged scribe who had just guided everyone to break through the formation was standing in front of a stone table, looking at a wooden carved Buddha statue placed on the table.

"Senior, Zai Xia has deliberately sent out the map according to your orders, attracting so many Qi Refining Cultivators to you, you can now lift the ban on Xia You!" The middle-aged scribe was actually talking to the Buddha statue.

"Okay, this will be lifted for you, after you go out, you must keep your mouth shut about what is going on here!" a voice came from inside the Buddha statue.

"Please rest assured, seniors, the little ones can swear!" the middle-aged scribe looked surprised.

I saw a ray of red light drifting out of the Buddha statue and slowly flying towards the head of the middle-aged scribe.

"You liar!" the middle-aged scribe grinned, letting the red light enter his head. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my head, and before I could say this, I fell to the ground.

"Fools, only the dead are the best at keeping secrets!" the voice in the Buddha statue was full of mockery!

"I'm going to have to enjoy my big meal. As soon as the words of the Buddha statue fell, another red light flew out of the Buddha statue and flew towards the outside of the stone room.

In a Yongdao, a nine-fold qi refining qi refining was being forced by a black-clothed monk to be full of big heads, and he couldn't hold on anymore. But his opponent suddenly seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, his eyes were glazed, and he stood there motionless.

The monk was overjoyed and hurriedly shot a wooden cone, knocking him to the ground.

Just as he was about to make up for it again, a red light suddenly appeared in front of him, and it quickly entered his head. After a few breaths, the monk, like her opponent, fell to the ground with a glazed gaze.