Li Yan took a few steps back. Those monks kept spinning and moving around in an area less than seven feet in radius. This was also the reason why Li Yan could not use the poison detonated by the Twelve Fragmented Divine Consciousnesses.
These people need to move to the place where he has placed the poison, but these monks just huddle in a certain range and don't go anywhere else. In addition, the magic power of the Pure Land Sect monks is almost exhausted, so the range of movement has been further tightened.
The eighteen monks had long been on guard against the methods of the Wangliang Sect, so they had already closed their six senses and sealed their breathing when facing the red gas and green mist in the air, and even hurting their eyes was extremely difficult.
It is more than enough for a low-level cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage to hold his breath for half an hour, not to mention these people, as long as the spiritual energy in their bodies is not drastically consumed, they don't need to breathe at all.
Most of the poisons that the eighteen monks have been poisoned with now have extremely strong adhesion and corrosiveness, but it is not easy for this kind of poison to directly attack the opponent.
They had already put up a protective shield, and only a small amount of poison could penetrate into the formation, poisoning only five of them.
If there were no time limit, Li Yan and the others would just have to attack slowly like this. Whenever they breathed in and out, the poison would take effect, and the monks who had been poisoned in the formation would die from the poison as time passed.
But all this is hypothetical, what they lack now is time.
Time passed slowly and quickly. Li Yan and his men hoped that time would slow down so that they would have enough time to wait for the other party to die. However, time passed very quickly and thirty breaths of battle had passed in the blink of an eye.
The two people on the earthen platform have changed from standing to sitting cross-legged. Zen Master Zhizhong's dark and thin face has turned waxy yellow. When he entered the sphere, nearly half of his magic power had been consumed.
If the magic power could be evenly distributed and used, coupled with fighting skills, the outcome of Gong Chenying's battle with him would be unpredictable. But now with this kind of direct infusion of magic power without any tricks, they can only rely on their own strength to withstand the attack.
Li Yan and others were fighting on the edge of the eighteen monks. At this moment, the Wuliang Sect was not worried about the attack from the other side. The remaining magic power of the other side was only enough to maintain the operation of the formation, and counterattacks were only made occasionally.
Li Yan thought quickly in his mind. He had a plan in mind, but he didn't know whether it was feasible. This was just a guess. If it was not feasible, then his side might also be affected.
He doesn't have any antidote for the Twelve Poisons, and there are no Jindan cultivators here. So, they will all die together.
He suddenly glanced at Monk Zhizhong, and his heart skipped a beat, because he saw a hint of struggle in Monk Zhizhong's eyes when he looked at the eighteen people in the field.
Li Yan had already thought of a possibility and was shocked.
"You guys, help me send a message to other disciples at the same time. When I attack in two breaths, you all attack from a distance with all your strength once, then quickly recall all the spirit beasts and shut down your six senses, especially your mana. Hurry! If you delay, something unexpected will happen."
After Li Yan's spiritual sense covered several cultivators around him, he hurriedly transmitted the message. He didn't know which team the other party was from, but he didn't have time to explain, nor did he have the ability to transmit the message over a large area at the same time. He had to transmit the message regardless of the consequences, which was considered a use of the privilege of "Uncle Master".
After finishing speaking, Li Yan started calculating the time in his mind. The eight cultivators from the Wangliang Sect around him received Li Yan's message at the same time and were all stunned.
With a sweep of their spiritual sense, they saw that Li Yan had his head lowered, and it was obvious that he was brewing some magical skill. They were shocked and didn't know what Li Yan was going to do.
But after hearing him say this, out of trust in their fellow disciples, and the fact that they had all seen the horrific poison Li Yan had used during the competition, they quickly sent a message to the people nearby.
The transmission of sound through spiritual consciousness only takes a split second. The most time-consuming part is that after a cultivator receives the sound transmission, it often takes a certain amount of time to make judgment. While some cultivators are hesitating, two breaths of time have already passed.
Li Yan's eyes suddenly opened, a gleam of light flashed, he waved his hands, and a large dark cloud covered the eighteen monks.
At the same time when Li Yan released the "Cloud and Rain Spell", more than a dozen monks from the Wuliang Sect were pouring their magic power into the air without caring about their lives, and their spiritual weapons and magic spells attacked the eighteen monks together.
The remaining dozen or so monks were still hesitating, but after seeing this, they subconsciously attacked with all their strength.
When they attacked, some cultivators had already used their spiritual consciousness to summon their companion spirit beasts and spirit insects to fly rapidly towards the spirit beast bags on their waists. Then they quickly retreated, instantly closing their six senses and reducing the circulation of mana in their bodies.
After Li Yan activated the Cloud and Rain Technique, heavy rain poured down on the eighteen monks. The eighteen monks were also shocked at first, but when they looked up, they saw that the fluctuation of spiritual power was weak, and it was just an ordinary "Cloud and Rain Technique". They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The most that the Wuling Sect could do was to add some miscellaneous poisons to the "Cloud and Rain Technique", but what good would that do? They had already held their breath, and under the defense of the formation, it could not take effect immediately.
When the "Cloud and Rain Technique" attacked, various colored lights flashed, and overwhelming attacks followed. It seemed that the Wuliang Sect was going to break the formation by force.
The Pure Land monks had a hint of mockery on their faces.
How could the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" be so easy to break? They all shouted in unison.
"Amitabha!"
The sound instantly drowned out all the whistling sounds of the attacks. The eighteen monks mobilized all their magic power and the Arhat Formation was quickly activated to use the force to reduce the momentum of the attacks.
After a burst of dense noises like frying beans, the light in front of everyone's eyes faded, and they saw that the Arhat Formation was still there, but the people inside were staggering.
There were five people in particular whose faces were as pale as paper. Although the others still kept their lips tightly closed, obviously trying to hold back the urge to breathe, their chests rose and fell sharply, and it was obvious that they were using the remaining magic power in their bodies to forcibly recover.
The eyes of the monks lit up. In this situation, they estimated that as long as they attacked with all their strength, they would be able to break through. But just as they had this thought, a sudden shout was heard.
"Amitabha, let's all go to hell together!" Zen Master Zhizhong, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly had a flash of light in his hand. With a "click", he crushed the blue crystal in his hand, and the next moment he stood up and flew towards Gong Chenying.
At the moment when the blue diamond crystal in his hand shattered, everyone heard a loud "sizzling" sound above their heads. Everyone looked up hurriedly, only to see that the black shadow that originally covered the top of the sphere quickly thickened, and the translucent sphere instantly became several points thinner. The huge black shadow was so thick that it was frightening.
Before Li Yan and his men launched this attack, Monk Zhizhong had already seen the situation inside the ball clearly. He knew defeat was inevitable, and he had already decided to die.
However, these Pure Land Sect's Qi Condensation Stage monks were hard to come by. It took decades and consumed a great deal of precious resources to train them. Although they had no hope of building a foundation, they could be a powerful weapon that could cut off the Wuliang Sect's roots.
He still felt that he had lost out by dying with more than thirty monks from the Wuliang Sect.
While he was hesitating and struggling, the Wuliang Sect launched a desperate attack. Seeing that the Eighteen Arhats formation was at the end of its strength, they decided to die together.
In a flash, Zen Master Zhizhong was in front of Gong Chenying. He slapped his waist, a ray of light flashed, and a wooden fish appeared in his hand. He held the wooden fish in the air and covered Gong Chenying's head.
Gong Chenying had a blank expression on her face. The light in her hand flashed and disappeared. She had actually received the blue diamond crystal.
At the same time, she had disappeared from her original position, and when she reappeared, she appeared in the opponent's previous position as if she had changed her position, and a green halberd hit the wooden fish from the side.
“Boom!”
A ball of dazzling light exploded from the original earth platform where Gong Chenying was standing. The earth platform instantly turned into a pile of powder, and the two figures in the space quickly separated.
As soon as the two men landed on the ground, they stepped backwards. For a while, there was a continuous "dengdeng" sound. Every step backward left a footprint several inches deep on the ground.
"puff!"
After Gong Chenying retreated sixty or seventy feet, he hit one side of the spherical wall, and a large amount of blood mist spurted out of his mouth; while Monk Zhizhong crashed into the spherical wall where Gong Chenying had been standing before, making a loud bang.
Zhizhong was in an even more miserable state, with blood already flowing from his Qiqiao. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had already been at a disadvantage in the fight just now.
He did not say anything. He shook the wooden fish in his hand and kicked the ball wall behind him with his heels, trying to rush out again. But just as he kicked, he felt the world spinning in his mind, and his body shook. Monk Zhizhong could not help but sigh in his heart.
"My mana is finally exhausted. I should have taken action earlier."
He originally thought that the other party was just a female cultivator, even if she was a physical cultivator, so what? His Pure Land Sect also followed the path of physical cultivation, but he did not specialize in physical cultivation.
But he had also practiced body-refining techniques, and was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. After pouring magic power into Lingjing for dozens of breaths, the magic power in his body should be running out like his own.
Unexpectedly, the moment they started fighting, he realized that he had made a wrong judgment. The opponent's body was so strong that although the girl's magic power was insufficient, she took on his full-strength attack with pure physical strength, but he suffered internal injuries from the recoil.
Monk Zhizhong stood up while staggering, without wiping the blood off his face. He held up the wooden fish in one hand, and suddenly a golden light shone from his body. His abdomen bulged high in an instant. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the eighteen monks and shouted loudly.
"Buddha is merciful. Bliss comes and bliss goes!"
The fight between the two sides, from Zhizhong crushing the blue diamond crystal to his attack hitting the wall of the ball, only took two or three breaths. Such a powerful momentum and the "sizzling" sound coming from above their heads stunned all the cultivators.
Although the eighteen monks were holding on with great difficulty, they could still hold on for a while. But after hearing Monk Zhizhong's shout, they looked at each other with no joy or sadness on their faces, and suddenly dispersed the formation.
They began to chant scriptures quickly and in a low voice. For a moment, the chanting sound became louder in the ball. At the same time, golden light shone brightly on the eighteen people, and their bodies began to expand rapidly.
"Oh no, they're going to self-destruct!"
The monks of the Wuliang Sect were shocked when they saw this. The power of a foundation-building monk's self-detonation was extremely terrifying. No living creature within a radius of dozens of miles would be spared.
Although the power of a Qi Condensation cultivator's self-detonation is much smaller, there are as many as eighteen of them here, and this sphere is only eight hundred feet in size. What's more, there is also a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has also chosen to self-detonate. None of them will be able to escape.
Even if there are cultivators in the Wuliang Sect who possess some rare amulets that can save their lives, once the sphere is shattered, they will still be unable to escape the stranglehold of the black shadow outside.
Seeing that they could not win, the monks decided to die together.
There was a gleam of light in Gong Chenying's eyes. They never expected that their attack would provoke such ferocity in the Zen master.
Even if she could stop Monk Zhizhong at this moment, what about the other eighteen people? Missing even one person could be fatal to the sphere.
But for now she could only try her best to subdue the most threatening monk Zhizhong. Just as she stood up and was about to rush towards monk Zhizhong with all her strength, a voice sounded in this space.
"Sixth Senior Sister, stop the Qi Condensation Stage monk! Explode!"
Everyone was stunned. For a moment, they looked at Li Yan, who was several hundred feet away and not far from the eighteen monks. They had no idea what he was going to do.