110. Forty-four, the tide of the middle story

"Uhhh

At this moment, next to the big drum, a Yin Xiu held a rough horn in his hand and blew suddenly.

"Knock-"

The nun followed the long note, stepped on the big drum, and the lead sounded to set the tone.

After that, the flute sounds, the flute rings, the bell rings, and the bell swings...... The sound of the drums is staggered, singing in harmony with each other, like the passion of the paddock, driving away wild beasts, and it seems to be a grand festival, noisy and lively.

If you are not an outsider, you can't help but shake your head and admire and cheer when you see and hear this scene, but the opponent who is surrounded in the middle has a completely different feeling.

Every sound rises and falls, affecting the heart, the vitality and blood in the body, there are tremors, and the actions and behaviors begin to become rigid and numb. And the most terrifying thing is that in everyone's minds, there is either a high-pitched impact, or a bass-like fan, like falling into a dream, unable to wake up.

"Pure Heart Mantra! Concentration Mantra!" "Mantra cultivator altar master, after all, is similar, the first to sense, suddenly sat on the ground, and after the shout, it was the oral recitation of the mantra.

With her reminder, among the monks, there were immediately mantra disciples, who also sat cross-legged, either reciting pure minds or reciting meditation.

With these disciples as the center, the disciples of the "Ninety-Nine Sect" who surrounded him were all gradually sober up and resisted the infringement.

But the situation does not seem to have improved much. First, the number of mantra cultivators is too small to take care of them, and second, the mana is insufficient to recite for a long time......

"Up!"

At this moment, the serious old man of the formation cultivator, taking advantage of the short return to the gods, immediately took out a string of jade beads from his bosom and threw it into the air.

As soon as this string of jade beads reached the empty place, it immediately disintegrated, but in an instant, between them, white rays were born, all of which were linked, forming a transparent magic circle, which was covered by the void.

The outside world is moving, so it is isolated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, all the mantra cultivators immediately stepped up their mantra casting to awaken their fellow disciples who had fallen into addiction.

Looking at the waves of the formation outside, the master of the book world frowned and said. "Altar Master, how long can you hold on?"

"Oh...... If it goes on like this, at most one stick of incense......" Fang Tan Master controlled the array and said in calculation.

"So short?" the Martial Altar Master had already withdrawn, and he was surprised when he heard it.

"This is dedicated to the Patriarch's Faxiang, don't let the aftermath be damaged!" said in a flat tone to the Lord of the Fang Altar, "This formation of mine not only has to be guarded, but also to dissolve the opponent's strength, so it can't be held for a ......long time."

The altar lords were speechless.

"What the Altar Master said is very true!" Although the Fire Altar Lord was violent, he also nodded and said, "I have just faced the enemy, so I don't dare to use all my strength, so as not to disrespect the ancestor...... Damn, it's really tied down in the here and now!"

"The number of ways they practice is really weird. The master of the book world frowned and said, "Everyone works together, maybe there is something else...... Master Jitan, you have a clever mind, but what can you do?"

The woman who cultivated the dust looked left and right, sighed softly, her delicate face was bleak, and said: "I practice the nine arts of the dust heart in my altar, and I am not good at attacking and killing in magic. Listening to their voices and tunes, they are extremely calm, obviously dedicated to sharpening their beliefs, and their minds are firm, which is not ordinary, and it may be difficult to achieve results if they sacrifice their skin and flesh and skin......"

She turned her head and asked Xiang Beast Cultivator and Instrument Cultivator: "Earth Altar Master, Golden Altar Lord, what about you?"

"I can't wait much better than the Lord of the Ji Altar...... "The Lord of the Earth Altar said in embarrassment, "Because of the gift of returning to the Yuan, with a spirit beast, it is a hundred miles away, even if it is called, it will be a collision with the Dharma Palace......"

"There are a lot of magic weapons in my altar, which are stored in the side ......hall," the golden altar lord said with a wry smile, "Then you have to get out of the siege to get ......."

"These thieves are really good at the right time!" the Martial Altar Master snorted heavily, turned his head to the Altar Master, and said, "This group of guys is similar to the Curse Cultivator, can the Altar Master of the Altar of Speech have a way to break the enemy?"

After casting the spell just now, the lord of the altar with an even paler face looked at the opposite side of the magic circle and said softly: "This sound method is grand and bright, and the people who cultivate it are strong and strong, and have a solid foundation...... Our quality is far inferior, and if we go head-to-head with it, the more similar it is, the deeper the damage......"

Although her tone was weak, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, she murmured, "I see...... The method of incantation, it should be such a road, and the way is the right way......"

"That's why I pointed to your altar, as the ...... of the Yuan Law of the Realm" On the side, the strange sound of male and female indistinguishable rose again.

Only then did everyone remember that from the beginning of the day, the black elder who had been silent on the side.

Elder Hei silently walked forward, leaving a voice behind him, as faint as a breeze: "You guys are here for the time being, let me deal with it first." ”

“...... Wait a minute, this seat formation ...... Ah......" The Fang Altar Master was just about to point out the formation Fasheng Gate, but Elder Rong Hei went out, but he was suddenly stunned.

I saw that Elder Black was as if he had nothing, and in a few flashes, he had already come out of the formation.

He ...... Do you also know how to cultivate the formation?" Even if it was not as powerful as the Fang Altar Master who controlled the magic circle, everyone saw the magic of the Black Elder and asked one after another.

"Fu cultivation, sword cultivation, spell cultivation, array cultivation...... In addition, the dust cultivation and beast cultivation that I knew in the past ......" The master of the book suddenly said softly, "Although the dark shadows of the past dynasties have the responsibility and right to conceal investigation and guardianship...... But I have never heard of any ancestor who did this......"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

"If you say it so powerfully, you have to see the result!" said the Fire Altar Master with a pout.

Therefore, everyone in the array raised their eyes and looked at the tall and mysterious back.

Out of the formation, there was a banging sound, and they fell on him one after another.

Invisible fluctuations, like hammer rods, subtle and violent shocks, causing layers of ripples in the black robe.

"Who is this person?" someone asked in the middle of the sound cultivation.

"I seem to have seen it, and I am called the 'Shadow Boss'......"

"Hehe, what arrogance!"

"One person out of battle, want to resist all of us and the other sound attack?"

"The group of outsiders inside, haven't they given up?"

"Isn't it a bitter solution?"

"That's stupidity...... Who will have mercy on the illusory and false intentions on the way to try the Fa?"

"However, they don't know where they came from......"

"Sad...... Sorry......"

“......”

The black elder, who suddenly became the focus of both sides, stood still for a long time in front of the formation.

Because the formation was isolated, and the outside sound could not be heard in the formation behind him, the altar master suddenly said softly: "Elder Black, shouldn't he have been hallucinated by the sound waves......

Everyone next to her was watching themselves, and they were all shocked when they heard her words.

"The power of that sound method is naturally huge, but the basic energy is still confusing the illusion. The lord of the altar explained carefully, "Although this seat cannot know the law well, the traces of the veins are always similar. This sound shape and melody is blessed with special power, which blinds the enemy's five senses and is extremely miraculous. ”

The Martial Altar Lord was surprised and asked, "You mean, Elder Black is actually in a daze at the moment?"

"Perhaps, it should be so......," the Altar Master hesitated, "Elder Black knows the principles of mantra cultivation and the way of cultivation...... Why, even the most basic spell protection, not applied, calmly exposed to the sound waves, this is also ......"

"Look, he's moved!" suddenly exclaimed the literary lord.

Elder Black was indeed moving, and he was dancing according to a rhythm.

Both sides are asking, "He, what is he doing?"