Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour has passed, and under the busyness of several foundation building monks, this "Nine Sons Qiankun Array" has finally begun to take shape.

I saw that in the middle of the entire hall, at this moment, there was a circular magic circle with a width of five or six zhang in diameter, and dozens of array flags were interspersed among them, and they were connected by milky white spirit patterns to form a face, and a mysterious and indescribable aura echoed leisurely between the magic circles, obviously of extraordinary grade.

And at the edge of the circle, at intervals, there was a gap of several feet wide in the formation flag, which was added up, no more, no less, exactly nine positions.

Seeing this, Fang Nan nodded secretly, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

According to Sun Nu's words on the road, the "Nine Sons Qiankun" array needs nine monks to stand in it, urging their respective exercises to provide spiritual power for this array, obviously, these nine gaps are where their group will stand later.

After a while, Hui Hai, who was sitting in the middle of the magic circle, also accepted the spell at this moment, opened his eyes, shook his robe, took back the array disk, and after carefully inspecting it, he nodded with satisfaction, walked to Hui Yan, and said in a low and respectful voice: "Senior brother, it's ready." ”

A gentle smile appeared on Hui Yan's handsome face, bowed his head slightly, and then turned around, bowed slightly to all the monks present, and put his palms together and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the magic circle has been perfected and properly completed, and next, I will trouble you." ”

Several monks naturally responded again and again, and several people from Yuqing Sect did not dare to hold it up, so they responded one after another.

Next, everyone occupied a gap under Hui Hai's reminder, sat down cross-legged, and began to use the magic in their bodies with all their might, and for a while, the body of each monk was lit up with colorful spiritual light, and the five elements of breath were all available, wrapped in a heavy sense of oppression, and filled the entire hall.

If there is a Qi Refining Cultivator here, I am afraid that just these few breaths will be able to suppress it to the point where it cannot move at all and cannot speak.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Hui Yan looking at the closed door of the temple and chanting for a while, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, slowly walking to him, and stretching out a slender palm as white as jade, covering the wooden door.

In the next moment, a warm and soft pale golden light lit up from the back of Hui Yan's hand, and gradually dyed his entire palm into a brilliant gold, as if it had been cast by gold juice at a glance, dazzling.

Right now!

In the tremor of "buzzing", the original dilapidated and ordinary appearance of the temple door is gone, replaced by a pale golden light curtain shrouded in the surface, and countless Sanskrit words of different sizes emerged, wandering around it, exuding a grand and inaccessible atmosphere.

Hui Yan let out a low snort, flipped his palm, and after a flash of light in his eyes, he slammed down on the pale gold light curtain!

Rumble!

A deafening roar came, and I saw that the entire golden light curtain suddenly trembled, and the Sanskrit text on the surface suddenly became disordered, and at the same time, an invisible huge force erupted from it, surging towards Hui Yan, who was close at hand.

Hui Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he had expected it, his toes were slightly on his toes, and the whole person immediately floated up like rootless duckweed, easily dodging the surging force, and then fell on the southeast corner of the circle, the last vacant position.

"That's the time, do it!"

With a low shout, Hui Yan took the lead in raising his hand, and a wisp of pure dark green spiritual power suddenly shot out from his fingertips and merged into the middle of the magic circle.

With the influx of a large amount of pure mana, the milky white light on the surface of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, and gradually began to exude a huge aura, but the mana of everyone present also passed rapidly, but Hui Hai, who presided over the magic circle, did not stop, and everyone could only continue.

Among the few people, Fang Nan's face was slightly ugly.

At this time, the gap in mana reserves is revealed, among several people, only he has just advanced to build the foundation, and the mana foundation itself is the least solid, plus the cultivation of the flame technique is quite inferior at the level of the foundation building monk, and the signs of weakness of the breath of several people on his body at this moment are naturally the most obvious to him, which cannot be concealed no matter what.

"It seems that the basic exercises must be replaced...... Fang Nan shook his head secretly, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The work of a stick of incense passed quietly, and when the mana in Fang Nan's body was nearly forty percent consumed, Hui Hai finally let out a low sigh and stopped the movements of several people, and then the seal in his hand changed like flying, and finally condensed on his chest, and his index finger poked out, towards the center of the magic circle!

Snort!

In an instant, I saw a wild tremor accompanied by the magic circle, and a pure white pillar of light with the thickness of a bowl suddenly rose from the center of the magic circle, and in the surprised eyes of Fang Nan and the others, like a burst of fireworks, turned into thousands of white light clusters, overwhelmingly pouring into the pale golden light curtain on the surface of the temple gate.

The unthinkable happened!

I saw the pale golden light curtain that was originally full of grand aura, and at this moment, the Sanskrit aura on the surface of the surface was eroded by this rain-like white light, and it quickly receded like a tide, and the entire huge hall door with a height of a foot also began to shake violently!

After a while, only a loud "bang" was heard, and the entire temple gate was finally split apart under the gaze of everyone, completely collapsing open, revealing the scene outside.

A pebble road seven or eight feet wide stretches from beyond the threshold into the distance, and the moss grows between the pebbles, apparently deserted for many years, and on both sides are forest trees, most of which have been dead for many years, and the branches and leaves are broken, but they block everyone's sight tightly, and they can't see the scene at the end of the pebble road.

Hui Yan stood up first, walked to the door of the hall, and after taking a careful look at the situation outside, he turned around and looked around, and saw that except for Wu Donglin, who was also a monk in the late stage of foundation building, the rest of the people were more or less tired, and after thinking about it, he said lightly:

"The end of this road should be where the treasure is, everyone is not in a very good state now, in order to avoid any unexpected situations that are difficult to resist, you can stay here to meditate and recuperate, but the time can not be delayed too long, after a quarter of an hour, set off together." ”

The rest of the people originally had this meaning, and after hearing this, they all nodded, and then took out the spirit stone, closed their eyes and breathed.