"If you don't give us an answer on this matter, I think you won't be able to go back safely... Even if you pass this trial, we must seek justice for Senior Brother Chen!"
"Bold maniac, why don't you come here and apologize!"
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Those who can enter the Land of Eternal Night for trial are the elite among the monks.
Another synonym for these elites is that they are shameless.
For them, those who have been able to reach the late stage of Tianhe have experienced strong winds and waves. They use the skill of turning black and white and pointing a deer into a horse with great proficiency, without any psychological burden at all.
After hearing these words, many of the immortal-destroying girls were almost furious and started yelling.
As the person involved, Chu Chen just glanced at them lightly and didn't bother to talk to them at all. The girls just started a war of words with them.
Men are inherently inferior to women when it comes to quarrels.
After arguing back and forth for less than a cup of tea, the many monks at No. 6 Stronghold were suddenly defeated one by one.
However, they also had the advantage of being men. Soon the simple quarrel turned into a foul-mouthed slur, with each and every unpleasant word being spoken.
At this point, the many girls who had not left the palace in Mie Xian could no longer continue the quarrel. Their faces were all red with anger, and they could only curse "shameless" and "despicable" back and forth. Even worse words cannot be uttered.
Chu Chen seemed to be aloof from the incident and was only concentrating on controlling the whip shadow to resist the ferocious beast, but the naked eye could see that the brightness of his whip shadow was gradually fading.
Seeing this scene, many male monks in Stronghold No. 6 suddenly became excited again.
"Hey, that's not right. It's already been time for a cup of tea. Why is Senior Brother Chen still there and making noises?" Someone discovered something strange.
Often, the leader who had been whipped still hadn't recovered yet. He kept covering his face and howling, with blood pouring from his face.
"It's weird. Senior Brother Chen is very determined. When he was chasing down his enemy, he didn't even frown when he was hit by seven swords. Why is he so unbearable this time?"
"What's so weird about that whipping technique?"
Seeing that the leader with the highest cultivation base and combat power was still recovering, the many monks in Stronghold No. 6 had no time to curse.
In addition to the team that was on duty to resist the ferocious beast, the team members who were on off duty all gathered around the leader, looking solemnly at the leader who was wailing and crying.
At this moment, the image of the leader was somewhat terrifying.
The scars on his body have not changed much. It is still the same whip mark. Apart from the swollen stiffness mark, there is no weird change.
However, the leader covered his face and howled in pain, which became louder and louder.
It seems that as time goes by, the pain in my body not only does not weaken, but becomes more and more severe.
He covered his face with both hands, but did not dare to touch the wound. His whole body twitched in pain, tears flowed down his face, his hair was disheveled, and his crying voice became less and less like a human being, and instead sounded like an evil ghost.
"Let me take a look!"
An older monk's body lit up with a dazzling white light. He patted the leader with his hand and suddenly looked shocked.
In his perception, extremely subtle and hot spiritual energy surged in like a spiritual snake.
That strand of spiritual power was like a hot steel needle, easily breaking through his thick spiritual power shield and going straight into the air sea.
Afterwards, that scorching strange spiritual power turned into ten, then from ten to hundreds, from one hundred to thousands...
It evolved a full seven times, turning into millions of slender and unimaginable spiritual power filaments running wildly inside his body.
But that strand of spiritual power is extremely small after all. After being divided into millions, the amount of each strand is so small that it can be ignored.
Thousands of thin spiritual needles were easily wiped out by the spiritual power in his body with just one punch, without causing any damage.
"What a sinister magical power!"
The monk's face was full of shock. He finally understood why the leader was in so much pain after just a whip wound.
That weird spiritual power can actually be divided seven times, and each time is equivalent to being stabbed with ten times the force of a steel needle. How many people can bear this kind of pain
However, after seven evolutions, the spiritual power will be ineffective and will be naturally destroyed.
Therefore, if you withstand this move, you will have to endure the pain caused to the body by the seven transformation processes... It is really like torture like purgatory!
"Senior Brother Chen, please bear with me, bear with me as much as possible..."
The monk sighed and looked at the figure in Stronghold No. 7. In addition to anger, his eyes were also full of deep vigilance.
Is this the power of the secret technique of Daluo Zhoutian Sword Formation
It's really scary!
At this point, I can only endure it!
Tolerate it until the sword energy evolves to its extreme and is eventually consumed...
After understanding the situation inside the leader's body, the faces of many monks at Stronghold No. 6 suddenly became full of alertness, and even the voices of yelling and scolding gradually became quieter.
"How did his whip last so long?"
Finally, someone couldn't bear it and asked the doubts in his heart.
The consumption of spiritual power by the Great Luo Zhoutian Sword Formation is unimaginable. The sword formation requires the joint efforts of twenty-four people to be constructed by one person. A normal monk in the realm of Tianhe Dzogchen will be killed for at most half an hour. Use up all your spiritual power.
But that guy has been there for more than an hour, and the whip shadow looks very dim, as if it will completely collapse anytime and anywhere.
However, it always shrouded the surroundings of Stronghold No. 7 with incomparable strength, crushing the fierce beasts that blasted away into black mist.
"That whip... must be a rare treasure!"
There are many magic weapons in the monk world that can automatically absorb the power of the surrounding heaven and earth when activated to increase the power of the secret technique, thereby allowing the owner to consume less spiritual power.
However, most of this type of magic weapon can only play a very limited role. Generally speaking, a magic weapon that can reduce the owner's spiritual power consumption by 10% is considered to be the best.
In some medium and large sects, there are some top-quality magic weapons specially used to activate large-scale formations, which can reduce the consumption of spiritual energy by nearly 20%.
What level is the whip in that boy's hand
How much did it reduce the boy's spiritual energy consumption
Fifty percent? Seventy percent? Ninety percent
Unknown, I just watched that guy persist for an hour, an hour and a half, two hours... and the whip shadow never completely collapsed, as if it existed forever.
The sky-blue whip shadow shrouded the sky above Stronghold No. 7, like a small sky, protecting everyone.
At this moment, too many eyes were focused on this small azure world.
And no matter how many eyes from the outside world gather, they may not be as complicated as the emotions of the many fairy-killing girls shrouded in whip shadows. They watched helplessly as the ferocious and terrifying chicken-shaped ferocious beast dared to rush over, and once it was touched by the whip shadow, it would immediately explode into a black mist.
No ferocious beast can be spared!
The shadow of the whip is getting darker and darker, but the sky-like azure color remains forever.
(End of chapter)