Chapter 243 The Power of the Golden Core (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)
Some monks who wanted to make contributions and praise themselves for their superior strength, wanted to establish merits, and submitted their letters of surrender, and charged at the forefront, were completely defenseless under the effect of this special sound attack.
The luckier monks vomited blood and flew back, and the remaining monks who were unlucky and were at the core of the sound attack and had no way to dodge, also died on the spot, including some late-stage foundation-building monks.
This scene made Sun Mingsheng and others who had not made the first wave of attacks sigh at their luck. Facing the counterattack of this level of formation, the foundation-building monks were the ones who were really injured and killed by the impact.
"The Huanling Sect has been passed down for ten thousand years, and each generation has been steadily passed down by Jindan-stage monks. I don't know how much energy has been invested in the mountain protection formation over the years. This power is really enviable." Sun Mingzeng's eyes were shining with brilliance, and there was no fear at all, but more of an expectation for the future.
"Using the power of the formation, the characteristics of the immortals in the Immortal Court are infinitely magnified, and the reputation of the immortals is used to kill the enemy. This wonderful idea is obviously not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time. Today's battle may be more difficult than imagined."
"Mingsheng, Mingzeng, the Beast Taming Sect will not wait indefinitely. We will not wait too long before going into battle. Don't be confused by external things. Everything should be based on your own safety."
Sun Shengyuan's face was solemn. The outbreak of the formation this time obviously brought him a lot of pressure. If he failed to respond in time, it would probably cause a lot of casualties. This was obviously unacceptable for the Sun family, which had only six foundation-building cultivators struggling to support it.
"We will keep the great-grandfather's instructions in mind and will never act recklessly."
Sun Mingsheng has always been on high alert in his heart. The best thing about the Huanling Sect is illusion. The mountain protection formation is essentially an illusion formation. From the sacrifice of the formation-breaking beads to the counterattack just now, it has always been a real frontal confrontation.
As an illusion formation, the true power has never been shown at all. For any cultivator, this is the most terrifying point.
Compared with other formations of various attributes, only the illusion formation is a relatively special existence that can take people's lives silently, especially for some cultivators who are born with weak spiritual consciousness.
However, because he has not experienced it personally or observed it with his own eyes, Sun Mingsheng only has a doubt in his heart, so he did not rashly raise it, but just regarded it as a question. He is ready to continue to observe it and remind it before officially attacking the formation.
The first wave of monks retreated without success, and did not even break the light shield of the formation. In addition, the giant spirit god's innate sound attack technique killed several of the most ferocious late foundation building monks.
This wave of monks was originally a special existence used as cannon fodder to pay their tribute. They naturally had some understanding of their own fate. They were just forced to take on the first wave of attack missions due to reality. Their morale was naturally not too high.
The casualties just now and the counterattacks of various heavenly soldiers and generals immediately extinguished the only trace of meritorious service in their hearts, and they retreated like a swarm of bees.
"It should be time for us to take action. This time, the Huanling Sect has lost the profound meaning of attacking by surprise, and it should truly demonstrate the power of the illusion array. We have no spiritual treasures that can restrain the illusion array. We must keep our spiritual platform clear and must not fall into it and cannot extricate ourselves." As time passed, the expression on Sun Shengyuan's face became more and more solemn, as if he had sensed the coming of the crisis.
Sun Mingsheng and the other two did not say it explicitly, but nodded vigorously to show their agreement. At the same time, they began to nourish their own proud spiritual weapons in their Dantian, ensuring that they were in peak condition at any time and could burst out with the strongest strength and combat power at any time.
"You are the affiliated families under the Beast Taming Sect, and have enjoyed the protection of the sect for generations. Before this, there will be no changes in the rewards and distribution of spoils promised by the sect. Please fight hard." Half an hour later, a supervisory team composed of several late-stage foundation-building cultivators from the inner sect of the Beast Taming Sect appeared.
"Attack if ordered, retreat if ordered, retreat without orders, and the supervisory team will behead them on the spot."
The faces of the late-stage foundation-building cultivators were full of murderous aura, and they seemed to be eager to jump up immediately and vent all their anger on the bodies of the cultivators in front of them. Of course, the purpose was more to create a deterrent.
"We obey your orders"
Whether it is the shock of the powerful strength of the Beast Taming Sect or the temptation of the spoils, the morale of the family monks who have been thriving under the protection of the Beast Taming Sect for generations is still good, and they are not afraid of the previous defeat.
Except for a very small number of monks who showed a cautious look, the remaining monks rushed forward and fought bravely for spoils and opportunities.
After all, for the family monks in front of them, there are treasures everywhere on Baosi Lingshan Mountain. As long as they gain something from it, they can promote the improvement of their own cultivation and enjoy it endlessly.
Maybe the spiritual objects that assist in condensing the golden elixir in the outside world are quite rare, but all the monks firmly believe that for the five major sects that rule the entire Song Dynasty, there must be enough foundation and storage in the treasure house, which is very attractive to the monks in the late stage of foundation building.
After all, for most cultivators, without powerful auxiliary spiritual objects, wanting to cross the trench between foundation building and golden elixir is like a distant goal that cannot be achieved at all.
The supervisory team composed of the cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect was quite satisfied with the reactions of the cultivators, and the Beast Taming Sect did not rashly control them to die. The first to attack were also four golden elixir-stage cultivators.
Lingyi Sect and Yujian Sect made the same choice. A total of twelve golden elixir-stage cultivators stood in the air and shone brightly.
These golden elixir-stage cultivators would not launch waves of continuous attacks at this time, but more just to show their own style and boost morale.
"We have combined the strength of the three sects. Why don't you open the door and surrender? We are all cultivators of the Song Kingdom. God has a benevolent nature. We will not kill you all."
"If you resist stubbornly, we will kill you all when we break the formation and cut off the inheritance of Huanling Sect."
The sturdy and hot-tempered Jindan late-stage cultivator of the Yujian Sect shouted loudly, stepped on a giant sword, and shouted fiercely with a fierce look.
At the same time, twelve Jindan cultivators from different sects also showed their own momentum one after another. A burst of sky-high breath rose up, and even disturbed the clouds standing quietly in the sky. The effect of this deterrent force can be imagined.
"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. Fellow Daoist Shao is still so irritable. What's the point of bullying the weak? Why don't you and I decide the winner?" A trembling voice like a dying old man floated around the Jindan cultivators.