In terms of formation, Huang Xiufeng's attainments are far superior to Confucianism, but the experience and wisdom accumulated by the other party for tens of thousands of years are what Huang Xiufeng lacks.

Confucianism has endured for a long time, and there is no shortage of formation masters who have been scrutinized and carved over the years, if there is a period of time to think, Huang Xiufeng may be able to find the key to breaking the formation, and at this time he can only fight hard.

Seeing that Huang Xiufeng was injured, Jing Yao committed herself to flying, pulled Huang Xiufeng over, glanced at Lin Tianxing, and flew through the shrubs in the mountains and forests.

The Confucian formation is too strong, and resisting its edge is only to increase the soul of the dead.

The most excited person on the field is Jiang Xianhai.

In addition to the masters of the Mahayana period, his cultivation is already the strongest in this place, and he does not do it himself, he sacrifices a bowl, and covers it in the air, and the souls who died in battle are sucked away by the bowl.

At a glance, the bowl knew that it was the magic weapon of the Buddha, but in Jiang Xianhai's hands, it had lost its original brilliance and became dark and shiny.

It's not like a Buddha treasure, it's full of black smoke, it's more like a demon soldier, ruthlessly absorbing soul power.

The Buddhism is good at defending and not attacking, but the attack will be uplifted, and it is also shocking, a Buddhist master in the combined period of Buddhism, pronounced a Buddha name, and immediately there was a high mountain uplift.

Other Buddhist disciples did the same.

One after another, the rolling mountains rose with a bang, without a foundation, like a castle in the air.

At this point, the melee is even more chaotic.

200,000 monks fought and walked, and every corner of the Sword Sect was a battlefield, and everywhere you could see the picture of the remnants of the soldiers and the blood flowing like a river.

Jing Yao and the three of them wandered among the mountains and bushes.

Huang Xiufeng's injury was not light, Lin Tianxing scolded secretly, and there was an extra pill of red sandalwood in his hand, which was stuffed into Huang Xiufeng's mouth: "Idiot, waste a pill of Pingshuo Dan from Lao Tzu." ”

Huang Xiufeng argued strongly: "That's not Lao Tzu trying to buy time for your Sword Sect disciples...... Having said that, it is rumored that Pingshuo Dan has the effect of stimulating the potential of the human body, and Lao Tzu is really looking forward to what realm he can enter. ”

Lin Tianxing replied coldly: "That's true, but the key is that you are human?"

Huang Xiufeng: "......"

Jing Yao couldn't cry or laugh, her hair was blown by the wind and covered her eyes, she brushed it away, looking at the sky with a pair of good eyes.

The battlefield of the Mahayana period has been cast by the strong spiritual power True Yuan into a thick layer of smoke clouds, and it is impossible to see the changes in the battle situation, and the thunder and angry roars of the explosion have been transmitted into the ears from afar.

Huang Xiufeng got the help of Ping Shuo Dan, and his injuries gradually healed, and suddenly, his eyes were clumsy, and he said in surprise: "How can this be?

Huang Xiufeng's cultivation in the Yuanying Realm actually fell to the Fusion Realm, and Lin Tianxing was also surprised, but he had never heard that Pingshuo Dan would lower his injured cultivation.

Jing Yao thought about it for a while, frowned, and said, "Could it be because of ...... You're not human?"

Huang Xiufeng smiled bitterly: "This is the only reasonable explanation, it's really bad, it's really a burden to you." ”

Originally, there were two yuan babies and one Jindan.

In this melee, the combat power of the three of them is not very strong, but each of them can skip the level of challenge.

Lin Tianxing's combat power at this time was close to the Distraction Realm, Huang Xiufeng was not much different, Jing Yao could also compete with the monks of the Out-of-Body Realm, fighting to the death, and barely being able to make the monks of the Distraction Realm suffer, but Huang Xiufeng's cultivation was a big fall, which made the three of them suddenly passive.

"Let's go. ”

Jing Yao's heart trembled.

An instinctive reaction called danger made her a little flustered, and Huang Xiufeng and Lin Tianxing also sensed it at the same time, but they were different, where did they dare to slack off, and they galloped towards a place full of strange rocks.

Jing Yao looked back with palpitations.

Their original position has been occupied by seven masters of the Distraction Realm, including Confucian masters, Buddhist powerhouses, and scattered cultivators and demon sect monks, and the roar of the magic weapon and the sudden rise of the magic power instantly razed the deep forest to the ground.

The monks of the Distraction Realm are the main theme of this melee, after all, there are not many masters in the Merge Realm.

Huang Xiufeng said unwillingly: "Are we too cowardly?"

"Shut up. Jing Yao said: "Then you go back and fight them." ”

Huang Xiufeng shrank his head.

He also said it casually to relieve his mental anxiety, because at some point, he would pass by the monk.

The neutrals are okay, the two sides have not committed any crimes, and if they meet other monks, they will not die.

The direction where Jing Yao and the three of them were located was a Gulf stream, and the pleasant sound of the stream did not bring any tranquility, and they ran down the mountain along the stream.

At the bend, the sound of the stream suddenly became much louder, and the corner of the bend was a waterfall more than a zhang high, and there was a cave inside, which was a small cave for the Sword Sect, that is, a small force established by Zhang Zhongyang and others.

Jing Yao was stunned, it turned out that he had already come to Sage Peak, so he didn't answer, and took the lead in getting in, the unattended Dongtian Beppu was full of musty smell, but it was also an excellent hiding place.

The three of them didn't plan to participate in the melee in the first place, and they were not cultivating to be the best in the contemporary era, so they could run rampant.

In the face of 200,000 monks, even immortals may have a headache, and when Jing Yao and the five people forced Feiyun in the Mahayana period to retreat, it can be seen that cultivation is also a foolproof guarantee in the battle situation.

The three of them continued to walk inside.

In order to prevent someone from chasing him, Huang Xiufeng set up a startling array, intending to warn and remind that if someone really finds here, there is also a time to react.

At another corner, there was a sound of angry reprimands and whipping, and a similar sound Jing Yao had a deep understanding, after all, she had danced the poisonous dragon whip and swept through the small cave.

Jing Yao made a gesture of silence.

Someone came to Xiaodongtian in advance, and cruel punishment methods were also being staged inside, so the person concerned definitely didn't want anyone to disturb him.

Huang Xiufeng made a gesture, he put his left hand on his right hand, and after reaching out and touching the rock, the earthy yellow rock showed signs of blurring and became transparent

Inside, a middle-aged monk was severely torturing a young man, and two distracted monks were lying on the ground, their fate uncertain.

The young man was nailed to the wall by a blue nail, his cloak was scattered, but he didn't make any sound, it was a forbidden yuan nail, a magic weapon like yin poison, which could lock the true yuan of the master of the distraction realm, and the torturer's cultivation had already been distracted, and he was only one step away from breaking the mirror.

Huang Xiufeng pointed to the transparent wall, the fast-paced flashing of his index finger and middle finger, the meaning is already obvious, this is hard stubble, we must not be able to beat it, leave?

Jing Yao nodded slightly.

The torturer was dressed in Confucian clothes, and the two masters of the Distraction Realm lying on the ground were masters of Buddhism, but they didn't know who the tortured person was.

If it was not bad, it must have been the tortured person who killed two Buddhist masters of the Distraction Realm on the spot with forceful means, but he also reached the limit, so he was taken down by the masters of Confucianism, but he was proud enough, because his cultivation was only out of the body realm.

The three of them were about to turn and retreat.

Jing Yao habitually glanced back, and this glance stopped her pace.