Between chatting and laughing, the "discussion" quietly unfolded. The four disciples of the sect were sitting in four corners, with a little contempt and arrogance on their faces.

"Daqin Academy" and "Mingzhu Palace" are known as the two heroes in Tokaidao, and their disciples are naturally arrogant. "Guanyuezhai" is a big deal, but their subordinates are not good at fighting power.

It is said to be a "competition and competition", but the two sects have been prepared for a long time, and the strength of the four people has increased sharply by using the magic array. Several worshippers only know how to compare with them?

"Pearl Palace" Zhan Zixian was the first to take action and set up a formation flag around the surrounding area. He was dark and shiny, thin and concise, and was extremely neat. After half an incense stick of work, Zhan Zixian walked around the field for a while and finally returned to the northwest corner to stand in time.

The two sides reported their names, and Jing Hua and others entered the formation.

A sandalwood as thick as an arm was lit outside the formation, and Fu Yurong slowly said: "The power of rituals and music in the 'Daqin Academy', the Rakshasa magic killing in the 'Pearl Hall', has never seen the two masters of the two schools for many years. I wonder how many of them can master the noble disciples?"

Li Keling smiled and said, "Don't be impatient for a moment, you will know the difference immediately. Zixian, let's start..."

Zhan Zixuan bowed and hid the last formation flag into the void.

When the field was in the middle of the field, the "Phantom Spirit Mist Array" began to operate. Jing Hua and others' figures were slowly covered by mist. The four disciples looked at each other and were about to show their magical powers. Suddenly, a sudden shout came from the array.

"break!"

"Pai..."

A strange wave came from the field, and the two array flags were "squeezed" out of the void and fell to the ground. The surrounding wind and mist dissipated, revealing the faces of the four people inside. The other three were surprised, but Jing Hua was calm and composed.

The "Phantom Spirit Mist Array" was actually broken by the other party!

The faces of Li and Hu instantly became ugly. The fluctuations just now could not be hidden from them. Several juniors carried "yellow"-level "virtual breaking tokens" on their bodies, which was really a bit unexpected.

The token is of great value, and it is not surprising that Fu Yurong and Lu Qiling carry it. The four juniors' worships are generally not carried with them unless they are prepared in advance.

Could it be that Fu and Lu gave it privately? But the two elders Li and Hu were right next to each other, and their small actions were secretly hidden, how could they hide the spiritual consciousness of Master Transformation?

Li Keling's face turned pale and turned to ask, "Fu Zhenren, this..."

Fu and Lu didn't expect that Jing Hua would bring the "Virtual Breaking Token", but they were naturally happy to see their opponents being defeated.

Before he could take action, the formation was broken first, destroying the might of the two sects. If it was a life-and-death battle, it would take the lead in breaking the formation first.

Fu Yurong smiled and said lightly: "Nothing is wrong...the other party has not started yet, how can she dismantle the other party's formation first? It's really a matter of time, so please apologize to the elders."

The monks present were not deaf and blind, so they naturally saw that Fu Yurong was extremely interested. Not only did she have no slightest reproach, but she was mostly encouraged. Jing Hua immediately stepped forward and bowed to apologize to Li and Hu.

"My younger brothers itchy hands for a while and forgot the competition rules. Please punish them for the two seniors."

The two elders are dignified masters of the God Transformation. No matter what they think in their hearts, they will not care about low-level disciples on the surface.

"It's okay, it was originally designed to test the minds of the sergeant and other people, and it was not a competition to break the array technique. The tokens should be collected by themselves and must not be taken out and used again."

Jing Hua nodded and returned to the center of the magic circle.

Lu Yingtong turned her head, her face seemed to be smiling.

"Fellow Daoist Jing, why do you carry the 'yellow' level token?"

Jing Hua smiled and did not answer, Lu Yingtong didn't care, and lowered her voice and said softly: "Slippery!"

In fact, Jing Hua did not have a "yellow"-level token. He produced and sold it himself. He had made several "samples" before. Fu Yurong and the two elders confronted each other, and everyone could hear the smell of gunpowder in their words.

Although the cause and effect are not clear, the conflict between "Guanyuezhai" and the two sects are very obvious. If they can attack the morale of their opponents in advance, they will definitely be rewarded when they come to Zhai. Even if they cannot succeed, they will not lose much.

Therefore, from the beginning, Jing Hua silently sensed the fluctuations of the qi and looked for the changing rules of the formation operation.

Although he didn't know what kind of formation it was, Jing Hua intuition determined that the formation was not very powerful, and it was not even as powerful as the "Missing Undetermined Formation". With all his concentration, Jing Hua quickly discovered two spiritual wave nodes, and he fired several cards to break the formation in one fell swoop.

The purpose has been achieved at this moment. The monk put away his mind and prepared to deal with the opponent's attack. Zhan Zixian received the instructions of the elder and re-arranged the formation.

This time, the disciples of the sect dared not be careless. As soon as the formation was done, Zhan Zixian took the lead.

He held his breath and condensed his energy, silently used the magic tricks, and slowly spoke: "Throwing the skin and angrily towards the sky, the mortal world is like fried..."

The atmosphere in the magic circle changed accordingly, the strong wind dissipated, and the yin wind gradually rose. The wind became stronger and stronger, like a ghost crying and howling. A shadowy ghost emerged and slowly surrounded the four people in the formation.

The ghost's voice was hoarse and shrill, and his appearance was constantly changing. Jing Hua and others' close relatives and friends were all there.

Fu Yurong leaned back and pursed her lips slightly.

The illusion power of Rakshasa is refined to the depths of the essence, like mercury pouring into the ground, entering the holes. Any item, movement, and expression are all "food". Silently drag the other party into the illusion and cannot extricate himself.

The disciples under the field have a shallow cultivation level and are still at the stage of "using sound as the guide". However, the formation seems to be able to amplify the illusion power. Several juniors are in it, and I don't know if they can control it.

The depth and shallowness were not seen outside the formation. Jing Hua and others were inside the formation, and there was a completely different world in front of them.

The mist was filled with the sky, and the roar of the wind was like a steel knife that could not open its eyes. In the soul, the ghost simulated Wang De, Niu Er, and even Jing Hua himself. They all stuck their eyes and tongues, bleeding from their seven orifices, and waved their broken limbs and arms to ask for their lives.

Such scenes are innovating. I saw them when I first entered the "Fire Thunder Gate". Jing Hua just regarded them as a three-dimensional movie. Not only did he not fear them, he also commented on them with relish.

"Swoosh..."

"Wang De's wronged soul" suddenly jumped up, saved Jing Hua's thigh, and bit him hard.

"hiss!"

The tingling sensation came from the side of the leg, beyond Jing Hua's expectations.

I encountered many talismans before, only images, sounds, and no real touch of pain or paralysis. No wonder Fu Zhenren had previously specifically reminded that the essence of the illusion power of Rakshasa attacking the soul is different from ordinary illusion arrays, and that he was careless.

With a thought, the evil spirits around him suddenly arose one after another, punching and kicking, attacking the monk. Jing Hua hugged Yuan Shuyi, put aside his distracting thoughts, and responded to the sudden change with an empty and bright heart.

After all, the opponent only has the foundation-building cultivation level and his realm is not profound enough. No matter how he attacks the soul, as long as he is not confused, he will never cause major damage.

Outside the illusion array, the expressions of the four people fell into Zhan Zixian's eyes.

The other three people had a solemn expression, as if they were fighting against the illusion. Only the middle-aged man next to him had a crooked mouth and eyes, his facial features moved, and he was trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

Without further ado, Zhan Zixian immediately used the magic tricks.

"The soul enters the underworld and is deeply hatred, and I swear to drag down the old hatred and share the underworld..."

Before he finished speaking, the ghost energy in the formation became even more intense.

The gray mist gathered into a ball, the color became darker and darker, and it seemed that the gate of Jiuyou Huangquan was opened. The dark wind was mixed with drizzle, which fell on the body and frozen into the bone marrow.

Jing Hua and others could not see their eyes, their ears were filled with shrill tears, and there were corpses at the end of their noses, and the stench of blood came.

The worshipers faced the Rakshasa magical power for the first time, and each concentrated their minds to defend against the invasion of illusion. Jing Hua's fingers twitched slightly, and the stinging pain kept turning.

He was trying to fight against the invasion of souls, and a terrifying howl suddenly sounded in his ears.

"ah......"
Chapter completed!