Chapter 115: A Life-and-Death Struggle

Li Yan took a few steps back and watched the movement of the eighteen monks. Those monks would rotate and wander around in a radius of less than seven feet. This was also the reason why Li Yan had not been able to use the poison detonated by the divine consciousness of the twelve fragments before, because that required these people to move to the location where he placed the poison, but these monks only gathered in one place and did not go anywhere else. In addition, the spiritual power of the monks of the Pure Land Sect was almost exhausted, and the movement range was further reduced. Li Yan's attempt to use the poison detonated by the divine consciousness was in vain.

The eighteen monks had long been prepared for the methods of the Wuliang Sect, so for the red gas and green fog in the air, these monks had already closed their six senses and sealed their breathing. It was even difficult to hurt their eyes. It was more than enough for a low-level cultivator in the Condensation Stage to hold his breath for half an hour. As long as the spiritual power in the body was not consumed violently, there was no need to breathe in and out spiritual energy. Now the poisons that the eighteen monks were poisoned with were mostly strong adhesive and corrosive poisons, but it was not easy for such poisons to attack the opponent directly. They had already set up a shield. In the attacks of the thirty-six monks in the dozens of breaths, only a small amount of poison entered the formation, causing five people to be poisoned.

If there was no time limit, then Li Yan and his men would just have to attack slowly like this. After half an hour, as long as they breathed in and out, more poison would attack, and the monks who had been poisoned in the formation would also die of poison as time passed.

But all this was hypothetical. What they lacked now was time.

Time was slow and fast. Li Yan and his men hoped that time would slow down so that they would have enough time to wait for the other party to fall to death. However, time happened to be very fast. Thirty breaths had passed in the blink of an eye. The two people on the earth platform had changed from standing to sitting cross-legged. The dark and thin face of Zen Master Zhizhong had begun to turn yellow. When he entered the sphere, nearly half of his spiritual power had been consumed. If he could distribute it evenly and add fighting skills, the result of Gong Chenying's battle with him would be unpredictable. But now this kind of direct infusion of spiritual power without any tricks can only rely on their own solid foundation.

Li Yan was fighting on the edge of the Eighteen Arhats. At this moment, the Wuliang Sect was not worried about the opponent's attack. The opponent's remaining spiritual power was only enough to maintain the operation of the formation, and counterattacks were only occasionally. Li Yan thought quickly in his mind. He thought of a plan, but he didn't know if it was feasible. This was just a guess. If it was not feasible, then his side might also be affected. He had no antidote for the Twelve Fragments, and there was no Jindan Daxiu here. Then it would be a fight of mutual destruction.

He suddenly glanced at Monk Zhizhong, and his heart couldn't help but "jump", because he saw a trace of struggle in Monk Zhizhong's eyes when he looked at the eighteen people in the field. Li Yan thought of a possibility. Now these eighteen people have no spare energy to attack, so what will happen next? Thinking of what might happen later, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"You guys help me send a message to other fellow disciples at the same time. When I attack in two breaths, you will attack once with all your strength, and then quickly retract all spirit beasts, and close the six senses, especially the spiritual power. Quick! Delay will change."

After Li Yan's spiritual sense covered several monks around, he hurriedly sent a message. He didn't know which team the other party was on, but he didn't have the time or ability to send a large-scale spiritual sense at the same time, so he had to send a message regardless of the consequences, which was considered a use of the privilege of "Uncle Master".

After he finished speaking, he silently calculated the time in his mind. The eight monks of the surrounding Wuliang Sect received Li Yan's voice transmission at the same time. They were stunned. With a sweep of their spiritual sense, they saw that Li Yan had lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and was obviously brewing some magic. They were surprised and didn't know what Li Yan was going to do. But seeing him say so, out of trust in their fellow disciples, and because they had seen the terrifying poison of Li Yan during the competition, they hurriedly sent a message to the people nearby. The spiritual sense transmission of the voice is only a matter of a moment. The most delayed is the time for the monks to judge after receiving the voice transmission. Just when some monks hesitated, two breaths had arrived. Li Yan's eyes suddenly opened, and a brilliant light flashed. He waved his hands, and a large dark cloud covered the 18 monks. His action surprised the monk Zhizhong, who had already revealed a fierce look in his eyes, because the dark cloud was too conspicuous, but the spiritual power contained in it was not terrible. This was just an ordinary "cloud and rain technique", but the area was larger.

At the same time when Li Yan released the "Cloud and Rain Technique", more than a dozen cultivators from the Wangliang Sect were pouring their spiritual power desperately, and the spiritual weapons and magic in the air attacked the eighteen monks together. The remaining dozen cultivators were still hesitating, but seeing this, they subconsciously attacked with all their strength. After they used their magic and spiritual weapons, some cultivators had already summoned their spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual beasts and insect clouds were flying towards the spiritual beast bags on their waists at high speed. Then they quickly retreated, instantly closing their six senses and reducing the circulation of spiritual energy in their bodies. When the cultivators who were slower to react had just withdrawn to recall their spiritual beasts, they saw Li Yan launching the Cloud and Rain Technique. Large amounts of rain poured down and drenched the eighteen monks. The eighteen monks were also startled at first, but when they looked up, they saw that the spiritual power fluctuations were weak, and it was just an ordinary "Cloud and Rain Technique". They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The most that the Wangliang Sect had done was to add poison to this "Cloud and Rain Technique". What use would that be? I had already held my breath, and at the same time, I was falling under the defense of the formation, not knowing how it would work.

When the dark clouds were just formed, an unprecedented huge pressure came from the sky, and various colors of spiritual light flashed and came with it. It seemed that the Wuliang Sect was going to force the formation to open. The monks of the Pure Land Sect laughed at the corners of their mouths. How could the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" be so easy to break? They shouted "Amitabha" together, and the sound was overwhelmed by the whistling attack. The eighteen monks mobilized their spiritual power and the Arhat Formation was running quickly to reduce the momentum of the attack.

After a burst of dense noises like frying beans, the light in front of everyone's eyes dissipated, and they saw that the Arhat Formation was still there, but the people in it staggered, especially five people with pale faces. Although the rest of the people still kept their lips tightly closed, they were obviously holding back the urge to breathe, but they saw that their chests were extremely heaving, and they were obviously running the remaining spiritual power in their bodies to forcibly recover. The eyes of the monks lit up. In this situation, they estimated that they could break it with one or two more full-strength attacks. But just when they had the idea, a voice suddenly shouted, "Amitabha, let's go to hell together."

The Zen Master Zhizhong, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly had a flash of light in his hand. With a "click", he crushed the blue diamond crystal in his hand. The next moment, he stood up and flew towards Gong Chenying. At the moment when the blue diamond crystal in his hand shattered, everyone heard a "sizzling" sound above their heads. Everyone looked up hurriedly and saw that the black shadow that originally covered the top of the ball became thicker, and the translucent ball instantly became thinner. The huge black shadow became much clearer.

Monk Zhizhong had hesitated before Li Yan and his men attacked. At that time, he had seen the situation clearly and knew that he was doomed to fail. He had already decided to die. However, it took decades for these Pure Land Sect monks to be trained. Although they had no hope of building a foundation, they were the sharp weapon that destroyed the foundation of the Wuliang Sect. He still felt that he had lost out by accompanying these thirty Wuliang Sect monks to death. While he was hesitating and struggling, the Wuliang Sect launched a life-threatening full-strength attack. Even if they could hold on, the final result would still be a bargain for the Wuliang Sect. So they simply died together.

In a flash, Zen Master Zhizhong had arrived in front of Gong Chenying. He slapped his waist, a ray of light flashed, and a wooden fish appeared in his hand. He held the wooden fish in mid-air and covered Gong Chenying's head.

Gong Chenying had no expression on his face, but the spiritual light in his hand dimmed, and he had actually collected the blue diamond crystal. At the same time, he disappeared from the original place without a trace. When he reappeared, he appeared in the position before the opponent as if he had changed his position. A green long spear had penetrated the wooden fish from the side. There was a loud "boom", and a group of dazzling light exploded from the original earth platform of Gong Chenying. The earth platform there instantly turned into a pile of dust. The two figures in the space quickly separated, and then stepped backwards on the ground, with a continuous "dengdeng" sound. Every step back left a footprint half a meter deep on the ground.

Finally, the two bodies shook again with a "boom", and then stopped retreating. With a "puff", Gong Chenying retreated nearly a hundred meters and hit the side of the ball wall. A large amount of blood mist spurted out of his mouth, while Monk Zhizhong hit the ball wall where Gong Chenying stood before. His face was even more miserable, and blood was flowing from all his Qiqiao. His eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had lost in the fight just now. He didn't say anything, shook the wooden fish in his hand, kicked the ball wall behind him with his heel, and wanted to rush out again, but just when he kicked, he felt dizzy and his body shook. Monk Zhizhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The spiritual power is exhausted after all. It would be better to attack earlier." This thought only flashed in his mind. When he stood up to attack just now, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was less than 20% of the usual. After colliding with Gong Chenying, he found that he had made a wrong judgment. He originally thought that a female cultivator, even if she was a physical cultivator, would not be as strong as a man after all, not to mention a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. After dozens of breaths, he knew that the opponent's spiritual power was about to run out like his own. However, he knew that he had made a wrong judgment the moment they came into contact. The opponent's body was so strong that the girl gave up her spiritual power and used her pure physical strength to withstand his full-strength attack. Although his spiritual power was not as good as normal at this time, the 20% spiritual power of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator was more than enough to crush a cultivator in the early stage of foundation-building. He thought that if he fought with the opponent at this time, the opponent would be disabled if not dead, but he did not expect that the girl's body had been trained so well.

Monk Zhizhong stood up while shaking, without wiping the blood off his face. He held the wooden fish in one hand, and suddenly a golden light shone from his body. His abdomen bulged in an instant. He turned his head to look at the eighteen monks and shouted, "Buddha has mercy on me. Paradise comes and paradise goes!"

The two sides fought, and it took only a short breath from Zhizhong's mouth to crush the blue diamond crystal to the attack hitting the wall of the ball. On the other side, all the monks were stunned. Just as they reacted, the eighteen monks, although they had been holding on hard, had no problem defending for a while. But after hearing the monk Zhizhong's shout, they looked at each other, with no joy or sadness on their faces. They had "suddenly" dispersed the formation and chanted scriptures in a low voice. For a while, the chanting sound in the ball was loud, and the eighteen people's bodies were shining with golden light, and their bodies began to expand rapidly.

"Not good, they are going to self-destruct"

The monks of the Wuliang Sect were shocked when they saw this. If a foundation-building monk blew himself up, all the creatures within a radius of fifty miles would be killed. Although the self-detonation of a Qi Condensation monk was much less powerful, there were eighteen of them here. The sphere was only about eight hundred feet in size. Moreover, there was another foundation-building monk who also chose to self-detonate. No one here would be able to escape.

Even if there were monks in the Wuliang Sect who had some rare amulets to save their lives, the sphere might have been broken, and they would still be unable to escape the strangulation of the black shadow outside.

Seeing that they could not win, these monks actually adopted such a method of mutual destruction.

Gong Chenying's eyes flashed with a sharp light. She did not expect that their attack would arouse the Zen master's ferocity, so she wanted to rush over, but it was actually meaningless for her to rush over. Even if she could stop Monk Zhizhong, what about the eighteen people? Missing one person could be fatal to the sphere, but she could only try her best to control the most threatening monk Zhizhong. Just as she stood up and rushed towards monk Zhizhong, a voice rang out in the space, "Sixth Senior Sister, stop the monk in the Qi Condensation Stage, explode!"

Everyone was stunned, and for a moment they looked at Li Yan who was with the Eighteenth Monk a few hundred feet away, not knowing what he was going to do?