The hovering dark red blade shrank in an instant, turned into a beam of light, and flew into the middle-aged monk's storage ring.

The middle-aged monk was like a ghost. Without any movement, he arrived at a place about five feet away from the three of them and sat down cross-legged.

The three of them knew that that place should be where the formation's eye was, but they couldn't see it and could only rely on experience to guess.

Soon, all four of them closed their eyes, and there was only the sound of wind around them.

The sky outside was gray, with heavy black clouds, and a light drizzle. The slanting wind and drizzle were all completely drowned out by the roar of the water under the bank...

At this time, even if someone walked by the shore, they would not notice anything abnormal about the thatch on the shore.

Those thatch grasses still let the rain hit them in the rain, and then those crystal clear water droplets gathered along the leaf stems at an unhurried speed.

Until finally, it condenses into a drop of water and slides down silently...

Time passed quickly. When half an hour passed, the four of them were still sitting cross-legged without any body movement.

And at a certain moment, the female cultivator suddenly quietly opened her eyes, and then used the corner of her eye to glance at the middle-aged monk five feet away.

I saw a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he was quietly and secretly releasing his spiritual consciousness to detect the situation outside.

The female cultivator narrowed her eyes slightly, then her slender fingers, covered by her big sleeves, hung to the ground.

An invisible streak of magic power quietly extended to one side...

Soon, her magic power was directly blocked by a restriction not far away.

Although no light erupted, a small area of ​​space beside her could still be seen, slightly distorted.

But that was all, and then the formation returned to normal. But after this phenomenon occurred, what is strange is that no one was awakened.

Even the middle-aged monk who was in the late stage of Void Refining, this formation was created by him, and it was always connected to his mind.

But he just kept his eyes closed, as if he didn't notice.

After a few more breaths, the female cultivator suddenly stood up, her figure fluttering, and she unexpectedly arrived in front of the middle-aged cultivator.

But after she stood up, the strong man and young man who were close to her remained motionless, looking completely clueless.

When the female cultivator flew in front of the middle-aged monk, she suddenly stretched out a hand and immediately reached for the palm of the middle-aged monk's knee.

The next moment, there was a flash of light, and several storage rings on the middle-aged monk's fingers were actually in the hands of the female monk.

But in response to this sudden and mysterious situation, the middle-aged monk remained motionless, sitting there cross-legged like a statue.

This scene is very strange!

At this time, everything inside seemed to be cut off from space and time, changing rapidly and quietly, as if nothing had happened.

The female monk held several storage rings in her hands, as if she was exploring the storage rings, but without warning, she suddenly raised her palm and slapped the middle-aged monk in the face.

Her movements were as fast as thunder, so fast that only the afterimage of her raised palms could be seen.

But just when her palm was about to slap the other person's forehead, the middle-aged monk suddenly raised a hand. He was already lifeless, and at the same time, his magic power surged like a tide.

Although his body was still in the cross-legged position, it was as if he was sitting on a piece of ice. He suddenly slid to one side and avoided the female cultivator's palm in the flash of lightning.

"suddenly!"

The female cultivator's palm, with an extremely dull wind sound, grazed the middle-aged monk's ear, causing a faint pain on his cheek.

While the middle-aged monk was dodging, he also pointed out a finger, and a long ice pick appeared on the tip of his index finger.

The opponent's attack was swift and violent, but the middle-aged monk's dodge was faster and more sudden!

Before, even if the opponent took away the storage ring on his finger, he seemed to be dead, but now the attack is equally powerful!

"laugh!"

Just as the two of them were fighting each other, the female cultivator suddenly made a "gudong" sound and fell heavily to the ground in an instant.

A big hole appeared on the back of her head, and a white paste with red threads suddenly flowed onto her entire neck and back.

This made her originally white, slender neck that made people want to pity no longer so beautiful, and her graceful figure became soft.

The middle-aged monk had just released all his magic power and spiritual consciousness at this time. Seeing that he succeeded with one blow, he felt relieved.

He had been holding his breath and waiting, but at the next moment, his heart twitched violently.
Chapter completed!