Mingyue's words were as sharp as ice cubes. Its verdant jade hand swept across the air, the air flow rippled a little, glowing with cold air, and gradually converged into the circle, and in an instant, the Buddhist door in this room was a little disordered, it seemed that this kind of action did have a slight impact on this strange formation, but only Mingyue's skill alone was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Several seniors glanced at each other, naturally caught the movement of the breath of this Buddhism, at the moment, they stood around, closed their eyes, lifted their respective internal forces, and introduced their qi into this small space, gradually, the breath within this circle seemed to be repelling each other, clashing with each other, and shaking Ye Feng retreated.

Wan'er protected Ye Feng, frowned, and felt the changes in this room, at this time she could clearly feel that Haoran's righteous qi was gradually decreasing, and the mixed aura in this circle began to take over. Despite this, there is a stalemate, and the formation is not broken, so this strange formation will always exist. Rao is a person with a high mind like Wan'er, and he can't help but be a little anxious.

Ye Feng's martial arts were lost, although he couldn't feel the aura conflict in this space, but judging from Wan'er's solemn expression, he also knew that Lu Dao was not optimistic at this time, and couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Wan'er, I don't know what the situation is at this time?" Wan'er stared, stretched out her soft hair and pointed at the circle, and sighed: "It should be Sister Mingyue that they have the upper hand, but they can't steadily clear Haoran's righteous qi, so they can't break the formation eye, it seems that the skills of several of them are still a little worse." ”

Ye Feng was stunned, staring at Mingyue, who was already covered with sweat, his heart ached slightly, and he couldn't help but grab the soft thorn raised by Wan'er, and said softly: "Wan'er, don't take care of me, go help your sister Mingyue, with your skills, you should be able to break this formation!"

"This ......" Wan'er looked hesitant, she couldn't let go of Ye Feng, and she couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't affect Ye Feng, but she was also a little worried about the current situation. Ye Feng smiled, holding Wan'er's hand and shaking it, this slight action made Wan'er a little stunned, and then, the beauty suddenly raised her head, looking at the smiling man in a daze, her eyes were full of disbelief.

Ye Feng shook his head lightly, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?" Wan'er smiled, her clear eyes were full of tenderness, and she responded happily: "Hmm!" After that, Yiren turned to the direction of the circle, but his face, which was originally a little smiling, became solemn, and his beautiful cold face seemed to be dyed with a layer of thin ice. There was a hint of fierceness in her gaze looking at the intersection of breaths, and then she took a few steps, raised her slender hand, and stretched it into the circle, her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and a heavy breath emanated from the lotus arm, and merged straight into the chaotic breath. Qingli's beauty has already used all her strength, and the Nangong family's Pranya Gong method has been transported, and by this time, her aura has instantly surpassed several predecessors.

Although several seniors didn't have time to take care of it, Wan'er with such skills still shocked their hearts a little. With this kind of help, their advantages became more and more obvious, and the aura in the circle became thicker and thicker, and it seemed to be about to burst.

Sure enough, the range that was encircled by the bright moon did not withstand such a variety of aura hodgepodge after all, and it burst open, and the surrounding Haoran righteousness gradually drained, as if the formation was loosened a little, which made them sure that they could break out of the formation.

When a few people in the formation finally broke through the formation, Master Jueyuan outside the house was already surging with blood and blood, constantly spitting blood, looking at the room that gradually emerged from the Haoran righteousness with some solemnity, and exclaimed: "I really can't imagine that they really have a way to break the formation." Amitabha, disciples, listen to my orders and immediately retreat!"

Master Jueyuan, who was injured internally, knew that in today's strength comparison, there were too few Shaolin masters here, and in the final analysis, he also underestimated Ye Meng a little, thinking that with only this strange formation, it would not be difficult to trap a few people. Who knew that Mingyue followed Ye Feng, and Mingyue had a lot of research on the formation, and the power of the Gathering Leaf Alliance broke through this formation.

Although Ye Meng and the others have broken the formation, it will take some time for this formation to disappear completely, and Jueyuan can just use this time to arrange it well and destroy all secrets. He called the old monk just now, scared of his shoulder, and said slowly: "Juexin, how long have you been in Shaolin?"

Jue Xin didn't understand what the head of the family meant at this time, and said truthfully: "It should have been more than fifty years!"

"Hmm!" Jue Yuan clutched his chest and sighed in pain, "You are the youngest of our generation, have you ever killed anyone over the years?"

Jue Xin was stunned, couldn't help but show sadness, closed his hands, and sighed with low eyebrows: "Amitabha! Abbot, I naturally killed ......" Jue Yuan sighed lightly and said: "Although I am the abbot, there are too few people who can be trusted. But I never thought that Ye Meng's master would do his best, and I was also seriously injured. We can only evacuate quickly while they have not yet escaped from the formation, as for the unconscious disciples outside the monastery, we have no time to take care of them, but we must make them speechless......"

At this point, Jue Yuan stopped talking, and looked at the old man in front of him with deep meaning, Jue Xin had already heard the meaning, so that the unconscious disciple could never speak......

"This ......" Although Juexin had committed the killing precept, he still couldn't accept it if he wanted him to kill his fellow disciples, so he couldn't help but say, "Abbot, can there be any other way?

"Amitabha!" Jueyuan looked compassionate and said indifferently, "The poor monk doesn't know anything, but he doesn't know anything about it, on the one hand, he can't let them reveal my Shaolin affairs to the enemy, and on the other hand, he can also let my Shaolin disciples not die at the hands of the enemy! Juexin, as long as you finish this matter, then the position of Elder Bodhidharma is yours!"

"Elder Bodhidharma......" Although Juexin was skeptical, he was still **** by the promise of this high position, his heart was horizontal, he bowed slightly, and said, "Abbot rest assured, I will definitely do it properly, and the position of Elder Bodhidharma after the matter is completed......"

Jueyuan smiled to himself, walked straight to the outside of the temple, and left a heartfelt word: "The poor monk naturally understands!" When he spoke, Jueyuan was already facing away from Juexin, so Juexin did not notice the trace of mocking smile on the corner of Jueyuan's mouth.

"This moonlight is really good, I hope you Shaolin disciples don't blame me!" Jueyuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky, a little melancholy in his heart, and said silently.

Under the moonlight, the red killing was carried out normally, the Shaolin disciples had already evacuated the temple, and there was an old monk in a green robe behind the most luskyly, holding a sharp blade, smiling and stabbing into one body after another, his heart had long been numb, and the only thought was the position of the elder of Nadharma......