Chapter 379: Human Sacrifice of the Spiritual Demon King
Everyone present, if they can step into practice, are they fools?
As soon as the strong word 'strength' came down, the three cultivators closest to the sect master of Juling Mansion suddenly stopped and frowned.
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"Sect Master, what do you mean?"
The other practitioners who were lagging behind also looked at the masked man who slowly turned around, "Let us all contribute? Isn't that why I waited here?"
"Didn't you hear that he pronounced the word with a strong accent? Hum, there must be some calculation in his mind when he speaks in such a tone."
"Sect Master, is this what he said?"
The dozen or so disciples from the Juling Mansion gradually dispersed, and the iron hook walked to stand next to the masked man, whispered something, turned the pair of hooks in his hands, and headed towards the mountain forest.
At this time, the masked man also spoke and raised his hands politely.
"I don't have any other intentions. Don't bother me. Since I called everyone here, we will naturally work together to break this magic circle."
"My boss, this guy has bad intentions."
The fat Taoist was smart about things. Even if the other party's tone suddenly softened, he still became suspicious. Chen Yuan on the side smiled and stroked his long beard from his chin: "It's nothing more than setting up a formation to extract the magic power of these cultivators for his own use."
, let’s see him continue to do what he does, and wait until he removes the magic circle surrounding the temple before we meet again.”
Just when everyone was doubtful, the masked man's words sounded again.
"However, the magic circle that needs to be broken requires the magic power of everyone here. However, people are not unified. It is difficult for us to see who contributes more and who contributes less. When we enter the temple and see the rare treasures, we will be better than anyone else.
It's too unfair to occupy too much. Instead of doing that, I came up with a good idea when I got there."
What follows is almost sentence after sentence.
"That is, gather everyone's magic power with me."
The moment the word 'I' fell, the masked man raised his hand violently, and Mana shouted loudly: "Start the formation!"
Instantly.
The surrounding forests and roads suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision. The lush mountain forests and moss-covered rocks disappeared in an instant. In their place, there was a mountain wall with a certificate, and there were a lot of formations carved with blood on the wall, facing this way.
On both sides of the mountain wall, there are incense-burning birds. Two people stand there, holding golden long swords and snow-white spears. Each of them holds a magic weapon and points it towards the ground. The inscriptions on the outside of the magic circle light up one by one, and in the middle is an image.
The flaming eye of the formation suddenly shot out light and quickly enlarged and enveloped it.
The Dharma light came so fast that it took less than half a breath, and all the cultivators, whether they had come to their senses or not, were trapped in it.
"This formation is what I have learned after studying the mysteries in the cave. Don't worry, I will only use your magic power and cultivation, and it will not harm your lives."
The masked man's voice was calm, and he looked at the fellows trapped in the formation as if he were looking at a group of livestock being raised and waiting to be slaughtered.
"I know you don't have good intentions."
The female voice scolded away, and Han Youniang, who was on one side of the crowd, heard a sword chant in her hand. The magic sword was unsheathed, and the moment she held it in her hand, her whole body seemed like an arrow shot out, turning into a black shadow and rushing forward over everyone's heads.
The masked man raised his hand lightly and then opened it.
The next moment, the magic-wrapped sword tip stopped within half an inch of the palm of the sect master of Juling Mansion. The sword chant was still shallow. The latter was taller than Han Youniang, as if he was a standing wall. He didn't even move his feet.
one time.
"You're still far behind, little girl. You're too young to wield a sword compared to the people I've seen."
"ah--"
Han Youniang ignored his words and suddenly shouted loudly. She tilted her body sideways and pushed the sword head away with her palm. The mana surrounding the sword body suddenly exploded. Countless sword energy burst out and spread out in a fan shape.
Tear it apart~~
The fabric on the masked man's arm was touched by a sword energy and cracked, and the formation rippled in circles. It was when the formation was first formed, all the monks also exerted their strength at this time, using the magic in their hands.
The weapons were shot out one after another, hitting the invisible formations around them.
"This won't work, let's hit one place!" The Qin Xu family has some discernment after all. He pulled out the burnt black wooden sword from the sheath and pointed to a certain place: "Everyone, let's hit one place together!"
The magic sword in his hand was made of lightning struck wood. It had a miraculous effect on restraining such evil magic circles. He was the first to wipe out a sword light. When the ripples spread, the monks facing other directions turned around.
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However, Han Youniang over there was slapped away by the masked man, flew out and fell into the crowd. He crossed his arms and walked step by step outside the magic circle, dragging his dusty robe.
The voice was not as gentle as before, but became more forceful: "It's too late to cast spells in one place now. I already expected that you guys wouldn't work together from the beginning."
After the words fell, he also walked out of the formation. At this moment, the withered formation on the mountain wall suddenly protruded forward, turning into a blood-red compass, covered with inscriptions, as well as the patterns of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the originally invisible air wall.
, also turned into a red film visible to the naked eye, covering the surrounding area.
"My magical weapon..."
Someone suddenly shouted, and the magic weapon in his hand shook violently. The magic light flowing on it was quickly fading away, turning into strands of silk threads and flying to the red compass in front of the mountain wall.
In an instant, the magic weapons in everyone's hands began to fall off one after another, or turned into powder. The simple magic sword on Chen Yuan's waist could not bear it at this time, and it disintegrated and turned into a pile of iron filings.
"My sword!" The peach wood sword of the fat Taoist also decayed and fell. Although it was not a refined magic weapon, it had been used for many years and still had some emotions. Now that it has become like this, he hurriedly used his hand.
He held it up, but what he caught was a pile of rotten wood slag.
Apart from the cold jade sword in Han Youniang's hand, the only ones present were Qin Xu's charred wooden sword and the ghost-headed bell on Chen Yuan's waist.
"Why does this formation look so familiar?"
Chen Yuan looked at the magic circle rotating on the mountain wall. The Nascent Soul realm was a bit higher than this magic circle, so it couldn't affect him at all. Then he looked at the magic circle leisurely. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.
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'Did this person go to the Demon Cave with us in the first place? Then in the past few years, after the original group of people dispersed and no one restrained them, one person went down to the Demon Cave and discovered the master's method from there?'
Chen Yuan had no intention of helping these cultivators. What he wanted was for the sect leader to remove the magic circle that trapped the True Monarch Temple. Naturally, he had to wait until he had done all this, and then he would lose his magic power.
At this time, the monks who were trapped in the magic circle no longer had the energy they had just now, and sat slumped on the ground. Strands of silk threads were flying out of their heavenly spirit caps to extend the compass.
Han Youniang was holding the cold jade sword, squatting on the ground and shaking all over, trying her best to control the loss of mana, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop it.
"How brave!"
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard at the foot of the mountain, blasting in the ears of everyone present. Among the alert Juling Mansion disciples, some subconsciously looked behind them.
The next moment, his body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and hit the trunk of a tree, causing the branches and leaves to tremble.
A black shadow followed closely and rushed straight to the compass in front of the mountain wall. There was a "dang" sound of gold and iron. The compass swayed for a moment. The flying black shadow fell to the ground and stuck into the soil. The sword
The remaining strength of his body kept shaking from side to side, and then quickly turned into a wooden weapon.
The mountain forest rustled in the wind, and a figure leaped down along the tree cage. His beard and hair were all white, and his eyes were as bright as a god.
Qin Xujia raised his eyes and showed surprise: "Master?!"
"I have only been out of Liangya Mountain for less than two years, and I have encountered something like this and been made so embarrassed. I still have to work harder to practice!"
The old man was dressed in Taoist robes, with a hexagonal bronze mirror spread out in one hand, and he grabbed it forward with the other hand. The peach wood sword rose from the ground and flew back to his hand.
Chen Yuan smiled, it was Fei He, one of his acquaintances.