I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 202 Gathering
The light of the array is weakening.

The flow of nodes in the four squares is getting slower and slower.

Under the attack of Wanfazong's disciples, Liu Guang's large array flickered out of frame.

Like a video device, short circuited due to poor contact.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the disciples of Wanfazong couldn't help but smile at the same time.

Such a long time of suffering and tiredness is finally coming to an end.

"Turn harder." Li Shengli roared, and the magic power poured out of both palms, pouring into the magic circle.

"Break the array."

"Break the formation!"

The sound like a mountain shout echoed among the disciples of Wanfa Sect, and the light of the magic formula condensed by mana shot out.

The ripples and ripples of the magic circle in front of him became more and more intense, and a long crack appeared on the whole.

Immediately afterwards, as if there was a chain reaction, the cracks spread to the surroundings, and the upside-down formation on the ground was finally shattered under the attack of many Wanfazong disciples.

Only the crisp sound lingered in everyone's ears.

Fragments of the formation flashed past everyone, and finally turned into a little bit of starlight.

"It's broken."

Forty or fifty Wanfazong disciples cheered happily.

Such a long effort was not in vain, they finally broke the formation.

Li Shengli waved his hand and said, "Whoever gets the opportunity to enter the ruins will own it."

The crowd turned into light and flew towards the ruins in front of them.

It's just that when they entered the palace complex, they realized that it didn't look like a place of inheritance where treasures were placed, but rather like a battlefield.

"Brother, something is wrong." Chu Xuezhou called Li Shengli nervously.

There is no precious light in the palace group, and there is no opportunity as they imagined.

The huge palace in front of him closed its doors.

Li Shengli also seemed to be aware of it.

He used mana to push open the door in front of him.

There is only a little light in the empty hall, and a cold lotus grows in the hands of a blurred stone statue.

"what is that?"

Li Shengli's pupils narrowed slightly: "Seal?!"

There are no treasures in the palace, and the precious lights lingering in the formation are all artificially shaped.

There are no relics inside at all, but it looks like a seal of something.

Zhang Ran raised his hand slightly, and the bone lotus platform that had been arranged long ago grew out of the original position.

Li Shengli took out the map of the ruins he had obtained, and he suddenly realized something. When he looked up, the light curtain had enveloped them again.

"not good!"

The disciples of Wanfazong were still a little unclear about the situation, but they all knew that there might be a big problem, and they were about to use their magic power to form a mask.

puff, puff...

One by one, they all collapsed on the ground.

"poisonous."

Li Shengli immediately held his breath, and the pores of his body were completely closed.

But it was too late, and he could not help but sit cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at the people lying on the ground, Zhang Ran walked slowly, with neither joy nor sadness on his face.

Finally, he passed the crowd and walked in front of the faceless stone statue, staring at the lotus in the palm of the stone statue.

Everyone was still in panic and fear, and they didn't pay much attention to someone walking past.

Without mana, their bodies couldn't adapt for a while, and then they fell to the ground.

Zhang Ran murmured, "We've finally come here."

"you……."

Li Shengli stared at Zhang Ran, clenching his teeth, trying to mobilize his mana.

Zhang Ran looked down at Li Shengli and his fellow disciples who had fallen to the ground, and said calmly, "Don't bother, senior."

"The array prepared by adding magic-breaking dust and forbidden magic fruit will specifically suppress the monk's magic power."

"It seems to be working well now."

"It's not in vain for these two months, I've been doing this."

"why."

Li Shengli questioned sharply, and then touched the token on his waist.

As long as you crush the token in your hand, the Zongmen can locate them, and the Zongmen will definitely send monks to rescue them.

Zhang Ran didn't care about Li Shengli's small movements, but just watched quietly: "Without mana, the token cannot be broken."

"Without mana, you can do nothing."

Li Shengli stood up, stared at Zhang Ran and said, "Don't forget, you are also in the formation, we just lost mana for a while and couldn't maintain balance."

"It also has no mana, do you think you are an opponent of 50 people?"

He didn't know why Zhang Ran did this, but since everything had already happened, they couldn't sit still.

As long as the mastermind Zhang Ran is restrained, all problems can be solved.

The rest of the disciples were still shocked by being calculated by Zhang Ran, and now they realized the advantage of their large number belatedly.

No matter how you look at Zhang Ran, there is only one person, even if there is only physical strength left, if four or fifty people beat him, Zhang Ran should be afraid, not them.

Li Shengli shot angrily. Even if he only had the strength of his physical body left, his peak foundation-building strength was enough to defeat Zhang Ran who was only in the early stage of foundation-building in front of him.

"Boom."

Li Shengli's body flew upside down and slammed into the wall fiercely.

"cough."

Blood overflowed from the mouth.

The whole person was like a cooked prawn and fell to the ground with a bowed body, his face distorted.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

He is the pinnacle of foundation building.

Although Taishu is not a compulsory subject for monks, but at their level, the physical body is also extraordinary.

The improvement of the realm will increase the strength of the body, even if he can't use mana, he should be better.

However, it was him who fell here.

"too weak."

As he said that, Zhang Ran's face changed drastically.

The bone cuticle turned into a mask and covered his face, covering the left half of his face.

Even a head of black hair was instantly dyed white, turning into a cuticle covering the head.

Not only the head, but also the body changed, the originally flesh-colored skin turned white.

To him, the fellow disciple in front of him lost his mana, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

More than a dozen monks walked into the opened formation, and the disguise of human skin was torn off to reveal the white real body.

White body, black eyes, scarlet pupils.

Their appearance is not strange, they have the same human appearance, but they have different cuticles, some have long horns and some have no horns.

Zhang Ran was not interested in explaining to his fellow disciples of Wanfazong, so he walked up to Lianhua and stretched out his still human arm.

When I was about to touch the lotus, I only heard a roar from a distance.

"Boom."

"Boom bang bang."

A high-speed moving figure appeared in the empty mountain outside the formation.

Hair disheveled, blood scattered.

The bloody robe was covered with mud, so he was in a mess.

Judging by his flesh-and-blood appearance, he is exactly Master Yin.

As soon as he broke in, Master Shiyin saw the palaces surrounded by a huge formation, and Zhang Ran inside the formation, and immediately shouted: "Help!"

Saying that, Master Shiyin plunged headlong into the formation.

The not-so-solid formation shook for a while.

Zhang Ran frowned.

When did the demon cultivator of Mo Palace become so good at fighting? Even Daoist Jindan was at a disadvantage.

So much so that Master Shiyin fled to him and asked him for help.

Before he could say anything, a golden bone claw pierced the air.

Followed by the phantom of the ink dragon with golden bone claws, it appeared in the hollow with the demon cultivator of the ink palace.

Mo Shisan was still a little confused about the situation, and he stared blankly at everything in front of him as he controlled the phantom.

Inside the formation was a group of Wanfazong disciples in black and white robes, but they didn't seem to be in good condition. The monk who was dressed in black and white robes half of which was soaked in white was standing at the door of the main hall and looking at them. .

"what's the situation?"

Mo Shisan was a little dazed.

"Young master, he is a member of Wanfazong."

Sizheng hurriedly reminded.

At the same time, there was a look of suspicion in his eyes.

Who are those monks with whitish and strange shapes?

Judging from their appearance, they don't look like collaborators of Wanfazong.

The disciples of Wanfazong were in a state of confusion and panic. The mana they depended on for survival was suppressed to the point where they could not use their dantian. This was fatal to monks. They had never experienced such a thing.

The younger ones may be less than 20 years old, and the older ones are up to 50 or [-] years old. They all use mana all the year round, and even form instincts.

Suddenly suppressed to the point of being unable to function, it was difficult to adapt to the current body for a while.

Moreover, the more you want to mobilize mana, the more your own power will be restricted, which exacerbates the monk's panic.

Senior brother Li Shengli was blown away with one punch, and even spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, they were panicked, and they huddled together like quails, completely losing their former high-spirited appearance.

"Fellow Daoist of Mo Palace, save..."

Chu Xuezhou scrambled to his feet, with joy in his eyes, and shouted loudly.

boom.

It was another punch, and it hit him on the head with a horizontal swing, knocking Chu Xuezhou to the ground.

A complex look flashed in Zhang Ran's eyes.

At any rate, these were former brothers of the same school, and some of them had good friendships.

Let him kill them all directly, he still can't do it completely.

"Brother, don't cause trouble for me at this time." Zhang Ran stepped on Chu Xuezhou and said in a low voice.

Chu Xuezhou struggled to get up, but his head was stepped on by animal leather boots, so that his face was covered with blood.

He growled lowly: "It's in vain that we trust you so much, you betrayed the sect..."

"I've said it all, don't cause trouble for me." Zhang Ran was furious, kicked Chu Xuezhou over, and kicked him out viciously.

Mo Shisan's mind flashed what Zheng Ding had told him.

It is said that the disciples of Wanfazong fell into the scheme, so they must first inform the Jindan Daoist in Dongyuan City.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly took out the talisman bag at his waist, lit the sound transmission talisman and informed the demon cultivators of Dongyuan City: "Quickly, inform the Jindan Daoist of Dongyuan City that dozens of disciples of their family are going to die at the bottom of Rakshayuan."

The sound transmission talisman turned into ashes and burned up, Mo Shisan looked at the Master Yin in front of the formation.

No matter what, he had to deal with the crippled golden core first.

Once the crippled golden core is restored to one or two percent of its strength, the situation of both of them will be reversed.

"Golden Dragon Claw."

Mo Shisan urged the Golden Dragon Claw, and the Eleven Demons who maintained Molong's phantom immediately increased their mana output.

When Venerable Corpse Yin resisted the magic weapon, he didn't even think about head-on, but transferred the power of the magic weapon to the formation behind him.

"Boom."

The forbidden magic circle trembled again.

After being hit by a magic weapon, there was even more violent turmoil.

"Magic weapon?" Zhang Ran suddenly frowned. The foundation-building state activated the magic weapon, which should consume a lot of mana. Judging from the appearance of those demon cultivators, they should use formations to gather the mana to Mo Jiao's body, so that he could move it with ease. magic weapon.

Not only that, Zhang Ran also felt threatened by the two foundation-building peak demon cultivators.

Still made a mistake, he didn't expect that the majestic Jindan real person would be suppressed by the formation formed by the foundation establishment demon cultivator.

Even if he was seriously injured, he shouldn't be so crippled.

He was really disappointed.

However, the forbidden magic circle will not be broken easily, at least it can last for half an hour, which is enough time.

Master Yin Yin turned his head sullenly, he didn't expect that Zhang Ran had already arranged the formation in advance.

In the end, he was left outside to deal with the demon cultivators of Mo Palace.

If he continued to fight, he would risk his life. This was the last result he wanted to see.

"Hey, people of the Rakshaxu clan, if you don't help me, I will risk my life and spoil your big business."

Seeing the Master Yin's anger, Zhang Ran said loudly: "Persist for two quarters of an hour, and we will help you after two quarters of an hour."

Hearing Zhang Ran's words, Master Yin's complexion improved a lot.

It's just that two quarters of an hour is a long time for him.

The main reason is that he was injured by the ghost cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, which caused a great loss of strength, otherwise he would be able to cope with the current situation by himself.

"Damn..." Shi Yin gritted his teeth.

Sizheng in Molong's phantom said: "Young master, we can't give him a chance to breathe."

"kill!"

Mo Shisan activated the magic weapon without hesitation.

Venerable Shiyin also understood that at this time, it is better to beg for others than to beg for oneself.

He wanted to attract the Rakshaxu clan as targets, but who would have thought that they hid in the magic circle ahead of time, and even told him to hold on for a quarter of an hour.

Running away all the time is not an option, his injury has recurred without the suppression of the blood pool.

"You shouldn't leave the blood pool, the Rakshaxu clan is unreliable."

Venerable Corpse Yin had never been so angry and annoyed, he felt that leaving the blood pool was the worst decision he had made so far.

Relying on the blood pool, they can still maneuver at home, but away from the blood pool, they can only defend passively, or actively fight desperately.

"Little Lord?"

The tall white figure knelt in front of Zhang Ran and bowed his head to ask for instructions.

Zhang Ran turned around and stepped into the hall, reappearing in front of the stone statue.

Reach out to pick off the lotus flower in the center of the stone statue's palm.

"Where is Zhang Ran?"

The sound like a bell and thunder rang in Zhang Ran's ears, his palm paused slightly, and he looked outside the magic circle.

You don't need to look carefully, just listen to the sound to know who is coming.

He didn't hide his figure or voice either.

Li Shengli exclaimed in surprise: "Ding Xie, we are here!"

Don't say it's awkward at this time, even the big enemy is the savior.

What's more, Li Shengli didn't want Ding Xie's life, but was simply unhappy with Ding Xie's choice.

Even if he doesn't exchange the quota for the upper sect, it's better to keep it for himself than to take the elixir.

"Brother Ding!"

"Brother, help."

"Brother..."

The disciples of Wanfazong waved their hands hastily as if they saw the backbone.

"Brother, hurry up and crush the token to inform the master."

Ding Xie, who had put on a black and white Taoist robe, landed in front of the empty palaces.

In the sky, the shadow of the ink dragon was fighting with the golden core of the skeleton, while in the formation in front of him were the brothers of the same sect who huddled together.

"Where is Zhang Ran?!"

Ding Xie yelled again, he needed to confirm Zhang Ran's safety first.

Zhang Ran stood at the entrance of the main hall, and the distance between the two was less than ten feet.

Seeing Zhang Ran whose half body was soaked in white horny layer, Ding Xie's astonishment was beyond words: "How could this happen."

(End of this chapter)