The gentle mountain breeze blows in, bringing with it the fresh fragrance of grass, trees and flowers. Mountain mist gathers on the mountainside, and the majestic and magnificent palaces are half-hidden and half-revealed in the morning mist, just like a palace in a fairy mountain.
However, the platform near the top of the mountain was completely silent. Not only was there no one enjoying the beautiful scenery of the fairy mountain, but every plant, tree, palace, and palace in the mountain was now like poisonous snakes in their eyes, making people avoid them.
Heavy footsteps broke the solemn atmosphere, and a figure in purple walked through the shadow of the dense trees and walked down the mountain road step by step.
"Praying the Sun Lord!"
"senior!"
Everyone turned around and faced the Mahayana monk with the highest cultivation level present. Many people couldn't help but look forward to it in their eyes.
"Fellow Prayer for the Sun." The Taoist monk stepped forward and said, "It seems that this mountain has been restricted for time. The situation is serious. We must discuss a charter as soon as possible."
Master Qiming agreed: "Yes, so we should continue to attack Qiong Palace on the top of the mountain, or find a way to escape from the mountain, or have other plans. At this time, fellow Taoists, please stop hiding your secrets."
At this time, an unfamiliar Mahayana monk spoke. He had a hooked nose, a long face, a sinister expression, and a cold aura. He should be a demon cultivator.
"The Qiong Palace on the top of the mountain is protected by the immortal formation. In the past three days, we have tried every means, but we can only barely break through a corner. When we entered, we didn't even have time to find the shadow of Qiluo, and time turned back!"
Liu Qinghuan, who was standing behind the people, was a little surprised. It turned out that they had actually opened the Qiong Palace. He looked up at the top of the mountain that was once again covered with immortal energy, and thoughts flashed in his eyes.
The hook-nosed demon cultivator continued: "It takes too much time to break the formation. Entering the Qiong Palace, there are other restrictions inside. Who knows where Qiluo is hiding? There is not enough time to find him out, so I don't agree.
Continue to attack Qiong Palace!"
Master Qiming said: "What do you think, should we find a way to escape from the mountain first? But if it is really that easy, don't forget that there are so many human shells in the back mountain that have exhausted their souls and have not escaped."
"Don't forget that those people are basically scattered, entering the mountain one by one at different times." The demon cultivator said: "And we..."
He swept across the audience coldly: "With so many people here, even the defensive immortal formation of the Qiong Formation can be broken. As long as we gather the strength of everyone, what the predecessors could not do does not mean that we can't do it!"
There is some truth in this statement, so everyone agreed and seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
"That's right! With so many of us going up the mountain at one time, if we work together, we can even level the mountain!"
"There are eleven in the Guangdong Mahayana. Even in the Mingshan Battlefield, it would be difficult to gather such a powerful force at once, right?"
"No matter what the restrictions are, just beat the general out and that's it!"
"No, you have tried it at the foot of the mountain before, and you can't get out at all." Taoist Ku shook his head in disapproval and said, "I think the breakthrough lies with Lord Qi Luo Xing..."
However, his objection was interrupted by another person: "We didn't work together to attack the mountain gate before. Now with so many people together, the result may be different, so how can we know if we don't try."
As a result, it is hard for the Taoist monks to say anything else. It is useless to think about it in a hurry. At most, it is just a waste of time.
Time... what they fear most and least fear now is wasting time.
"Then let's go." After listening in silence for so long, Lord Qi Ri finally spoke and made a final decision: "Go down the mountain!"
So a group of people went down the mountain, lined up on the spacious stone steps, and after giving the order, they took action one after another.
"Boom~Rumble!"
The open mountain gate was instantly submerged in the light of spells of different colors, and the terrifying spiritual power fluctuations almost turned into a storm. All the combined monks standing behind felt frightened, but they could only endure the pressure coming from the front.
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In order to get out of trouble, everyone tried their best, but their attacks fell on the open space in front of the mountain gate, and disappeared without a trace three feet away from the towering stone tablet.
Although they have already been mentally prepared for failure, many people can't help but cry out in disappointment and despair when they see this scene.
"Continue!" Qi Ri shouted coldly, and a round wheel the size of a palm suddenly appeared in his hand. It emitted a dazzling light like the scorching sun and slammed it towards the stone monument!
With a "bang" sound, the mountains shook and the ground shook. A burning black hole appeared in front, hovering in mid-air. The purple-red flames licked the walls of the cave. The surrounding space was obviously sunken, as if it had been swallowed by the hole.
generally.
"Fallen Sun Wheel!"
Liu Qinghuan blinked his stinging eyes and turned around to see that Qu Laogui was standing on the stone steps behind him.
The other party whispered: "This is the soul magic weapon of Lord Qi Ri. It is so famous that it is rarely used easily. Look, it seems to have some effect!"
"It's hard to say..." Liu Qinghuan is not optimistic. He agrees more with the Ku Taoist's view that "the key to breakthrough lies with Zhenjun Qiluo." The Qiong Palace on the top of the mountain is only guarded by the formation, but what we have to face on the way out of the mountain is time.
The blockade of forbidden magic.
He had already experienced the horror and weirdness of the law of time in Yin Yang Xutian, which could not be competed with by the strength of one's own strength.
However, with so many Mahayana monks here, there was no room for him to comment, so he simply kept silent and continued to cast spell after spell without paying much attention.
As time went by, Liu Qinghuan's prediction was gradually verified. The methods of Qi Ri and others were not bad, but they only seemed to be effective on the surface. In fact, they were unable to break through the invisible barrier.
The group of fused monks standing behind couldn't hold on anymore at first. They attacked the mountain gate with high intensity for a long time, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual power and soon became unable to continue.
The atmosphere gradually became dead silent again, no one had the intention to speak, only their heads were buried and they were mechanically casting spells.
Compared with the consumption of spiritual power, what is more terrifying is the growing despair. If the people present were not all great monks above the combined level, their determination far exceeds that of most people in this world, they would not have reached such a situation.
People collapse.
The attack at the mountain gate continued for a while, and Qi Ri suddenly retracted his hand, snorted coldly, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Liu Qinghuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the others also stopped. After a moment of silence, they all left dejectedly.
Qu Laogui sat down on the stone steps, took a few deep breaths, and then cursed in a low voice: "Damn you, you are so unlucky. I have been working hard for a long time to no avail!"
Liu Qinghuan turned around and walked slowly up the mountain, reminding him: "That one of yours has gone far."
"Let's go, let's go!" Qu Laogui looked back at Qu Jinzhi's retreating figure and waved his hand feebly: "We are all on this mountain anyway, so we can't run away. Let me rest for a while."
Liu Qinghuan ignored him and returned to the mountainside, where he found the remote small hall where he was first teleported to the mountain.
Fu Bao stuck his head out from the wide open wooden window and greeted: "Master, you are back!"
Liu Qinghuan nodded and asked smoothly: "Is it true?"
Because Zhenzhen was different from monks like them, others would not notice anything unusual, so he did not let her follow him after he came out of the back mountain.
I really felt much better, but I was still not willing to talk. I sat quietly on a low stool in the corner, resting my chin in my hands in a daze.
Liu Qinghuan walked up to her, and she raised her head with a confused look on her face, but she saw that he seemed to be deep in thought.
After a while, Liu Qinghuan finally said: "Is there still contact between you and the Immortal Mansion's formation?"