The pressure suddenly became stronger and all the monks stopped.
They are not fools either. The Yinluo Sect would rather offend countless families in Middle-earth, and even offend the Lingxiao Sect in Middle-earth, just to silence them.
They must have their own purpose in coming to this extraterrestrial ruins.
When the mysterious palace master saw that these monks still dared to be here, he shouted angrily: "Why don't you get out, are you looking for death?"
At this time, Zhen Tianxiong also reacted.
Here, this mysterious palace master has the power to crush everyone.
But now, he actually plans to let them go.
Naturally, Zhen Tianxiong would not think that this mysterious palace master was so kind-hearted.
The real reason may be that even this mysterious palace master has too much time to take care of himself.
"Huh! If you don't want to leave, then let's all die!" The mysterious palace master suddenly had a cold look in his eyes.
He actually gave up the altar, stretched out a palm, and smacked Zhen Tianxiong and others from a distance.
"Block him!"
Zhen Tianxiong shouted loudly, fluttered his long sleeves, and countless mana burst out.
The other monks also tried their best to release their magic power and true energy to block this palm.
There was only a "pop" sound, and a group of monks stepped back and fell directly to the ground.
This is the difference.
"Impossible, why haven't you been affected by any pressure?" Zhen Tianxiong roared.
Under the bamboo hat of the mysterious palace master, a pair of cold eyes were revealed.
At this moment, the scene on the altar changed again.
I saw the white jade coffin, and suddenly there was a sound inside.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It's like there's something inside that wants to come out.
The mysterious master of the palace unexpectedly rushed towards the altar in a flash of black shadow without any hesitation at this moment.
Kakaka——
Following the sound of a mechanism, countless skeletons around the altar stood up together.
These skeletons are somewhat similar to the ghost soldiers in front of them, but their physiques are much taller.
"Hmph! Has the formation spirit appeared now?" The mysterious palace master sneered.
What, array spirit!
The monks who were watching on the sidelines were also shocked.
When they came here, all the large formations they encountered were lifeless, as if no one was controlling them.
How come there are still formation spirits?
Following the voice of the mysterious palace master, a vague figure appeared next to the white jade coffin.
It was a rickety old man. He was bent over and holding a cane in his hand. He looked old and gloomy.
But as the old man appeared, the pressure around him became stronger and stronger.
"Wait, leave quickly!"
The old man's voice rang in everyone's ears.
That coercion seemed to be accompanied by this voice, constantly echoing in the empty hall.
Everyone's expressions changed. This was the formation spirit. Could it be that this pressure was emanating from this formation spirit?
Then how strong should he be?
The mysterious palace master didn't say anything. He suddenly took out two long iron chains from his sleeves.
Whoosh!
The two iron chains were thrown away, leaving a whistling sound in the air, and then they were thrown fiercely towards the coffin on the altar.
The old man didn't move at all, as if he hadn't seen the chain at all.
Dangdang!
In the air, there was the sound of gold and stone clashing, and the iron chain seemed to be hitting an invisible wall, and was actually bounced out in mid-air.
The old man looked at the mysterious palace master and said coldly: "Monk, I'm warning you again, leave immediately!"
The mysterious palace master sneered: "A formation spirit is just a remnant soul. When I use up your last spiritual energy, I'll see what else you can do!"