AWB Chapter 111 Jiujiu is anxious
Chapter 111 Jiujiu is anxious
The stalemate lasted for quarter of an hour.
The little black men have completed the setting up of the killing array.
Mo Yi sent a telepathic message to Shen Mojin who was in the battle, "Master, the formation is complete, please find a chance to escape immediately."
In the void.
Shen Mojin had a solemn expression, holding a long sword. After hearing the voice transmission, he paused slightly and retreated a hundred meters away.
"Uncle-master, Shen Mojin is almost dying, he wants to escape." The white-robed head of the sect sat on the ground, holding his chest. He glanced at the man with unstable breathing who retreated a hundred meters. His eyes lit up and he said to the supreme elder above.
The Grand Elder also saw Shen Mojin's actions and sneered, "Want to run? It depends on whether I agree or not."
Facing the golden hand that attacked again, Shen Mojin frowned slightly.
The golden hand that holds up the sky.
Combined with the huge spiritual power during the tribulation period.
The defense is too strong.
He used the power of chaos to attach the phantom eagle, but only cut dozens of cuts of varying depths on the golden hand. For the Supreme Elder, the external injuries were not fatal.
He had to get out of the battle circle as soon as possible.
Trap the Supreme Elder in the formation.
Only by using the ultimate martial art of the Fantasy Moon Technique, the Soul-Devouring Ball, and using all your spiritual power to strike it, can you be sure of destroying its spirit and body.
But now the Supreme Elder is pestering him.
Hard to get out.
That's it.
He sent a telepathic message to Mo Yi, "Mo Yi, activate the formation first! Execute immediately, without any mistakes."
"Master, you are still inside." Mo Yi said hesitantly.
"Hurry, don't let the enemy find you." Shen Mojin's expression froze, and the tone of his telepathic voice became a little colder.
Mo Yi knew his master's intention.
In an instant, Mo Shijiu and a dozen guardians activated the formation together.
"Wow."
night sky.
Thousands of red lights rose from the ground.
The rising red light interweaves into a huge net.
The gaps between the giant nets closed completely after two seconds, becoming airtight.
In an instant, the Supreme Elder Peak was enveloped by a huge red trap.
"A trapping and killing formation?" The Supreme Elder had a solemn expression on his face. He looked towards the periphery of the peak with sharp eyes. Suddenly, he saw more than two thousand men in black standing outside the formation.
The pupils in his white eyes shrank.
"I was careless! I fell into a trap!" The Grand Elder was burning with anger. When he saw Shen Mojin, who had a calm expression not far away, his old face became terribly gloomy.
This is a good job by these men in black.
Shen Mojin deliberately fought with him, waiting for this moment.
It really impressed him.
"Grand Elder, Master Bai, just enjoy yourself in there." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Shen Mojin's lips, and he flashed to a corner of the formation.
The killing array began to operate.
The raging spiritual fire descended from the top of the formation.
There was a bright fire in the array.
The spiritual fire that descends can burn people's souls.
The white-robed leader immediately changed from regulating his breathing to being on alert, his eyes widened and his fingers trembling as he pointed at the increasingly shrinking formation barrier.
"Uncle-master, we are trapped." The white-robed master quickly took out the immortal-grade defensive armor from the storage ring and put it on.
This formation can be continuously shrunk, and is composed of a trapping formation and a killing formation.
It is a lost killing array.
When the formation is reduced to the size of a room, the people in the formation will die if they have not walked out of it, and even the cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage are no exception.
"War." The Supreme Elder uttered a word viciously, and his eyes as he looked at Shen Mojin changed from sharp to vicious.
If looks could kill.
Shen Mojin had already been poisoned and burned by the gaze of the Grand Elder.
The Supreme Elder's golden hand swung to the back of Shen Mojin who was in a corner of the formation in an instant. Shen Mojin had to dodge and gave up the chance to get out.
"Yes, uncle-master." The white-robed head held his breath and put the forbidden pill into his mouth. This kind of pill can improve a person's cultivation level in a short period of time.
Two seconds passed when the white-robed leader took the forbidden pill.
The aura around him changed.
The pressure from the middle stage of Mahayana attacked Shen Mojin.
"You are really not afraid of death." Shen Mojin stood in a corner of the formation, watching the operation of the white-robed leader, with a smile on his face.
Pills that improve one's cultivation in a short period of time have serious side effects.
Once the effect of the medicine wears off, the backlash will be extremely severe and your cultivation level will regress significantly.
It looked like they were trying to kill him.
Regardless of the cost.
"Shen Mojin, prepare to die." The white-robed leader avoided the chaotic spiritual fire falling from above his head, chased after Shen Mojin, pulled out a long whip, and whipped Shen Mojin.
His natal magic sword was cut off by the god-level weapon in the enemy's hand.
The only thing we can use now is the Soul-Eating Whip.
Shen Mojin dodged the black whip swung by the opponent with a nimble move.
"A pure sword cultivator, playing with a long whip, Sect Leader Bai you are really weak. Even after taking the forbidden elixir for upgrading, you are still not as good as when you hold the sword." Shen Mojin said sarcastically to the white-robed sect leader who was holding a black whip.
"Ignorance." The white-robed leader became angry and attacked even more fiercely.
The black whip lashed at Shen Mojin dozens of times, so fast that Chi Jiujiu could not see it with the naked eye.
Shen Mojin held a long sword in his hand.
After slashing the white-robed leader's immortal whip dozens of times, he cut off the enemy's weapon again.
"Nothing more than that." Shen Mojin spoke coldly, standing elegantly in a corner of the formation, holding a red paper umbrella with ancient patterns, calm and composed.
The white-robed leader spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated behind the supreme elder who was regulating his breathing to recover his spiritual strength.
The Supreme Elder used his most powerful martial art, the Sky-lifting Golden Hand, continuously, but he couldn't catch Shen Mojin, who was as slippery as a loach. After two quarters of an hour, he had also consumed 30% of his spiritual power.
The Grand Elder saw that the white-robed leader could not resist.
His own spiritual power has almost recovered.
He threw away the defensive weapon that was burned by the spiritual fire, and once again summoned the Golden Hand to attack Shen Mojin in the corner.
Just as Shen Mojin was about to ask Mo Yi to open the formation gate, he saw the golden hand attacking him.
He had no choice but to teleport away.
"Without my order, you are not allowed to open the formation gate!" Shen Mojin stood high in the formation and transmitted a message in a deep voice to Mo Yi outside the formation. He held up a red umbrella in his slender hands to block the falling fire like a meteorite.
The gate of the formation cannot be opened at this moment, otherwise if the Supreme Elder and the old man in white robe slip out, all the efforts will be in vain.
Not worth the candle.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and stiffly put down the hand holding the formation flag. As long as he pulled the formation flag in his hand, the master could come out through the gap, but the master would not let him open the formation door.
Thinking about how the master has been planning this for so long.
Mo Yi could only suppress the anxiety in his heart.
Inside the killing array, the ground had turned into a sea of fire.
There is no place to stay anymore.
The temperature inside the array is getting higher and higher.
As high as tens of thousands degrees Celsius.
Shen Mojin's black armor protected him from most of the scorching heat, but his exposed skin was not so lucky.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his originally fair and bony hands were also burned red.
Chi Jiujiu was sitting on the lotus seat, feeling extremely anxious.
If a mortal were to get in here, he would be reduced to ashes in a matter of minutes.
"Oh no, the beauty is also trapped. It seems he can't hold on any longer. Let him out quickly and don't worry about the enemy for now." Chi Jiujiu looked at the handsome man in the formation, her tea-colored eyes filled with worry.
Zi Ye comforted him softly, "Master, don't worry. The Sect Master is looking for a chance to come out. As long as the Sect Master gives the order, Dharma Protector Mo Yi will open the gate."