After Shen Luo calmed himself down, he glanced at Bei Ming Kun and Bai Linglong and saw that the former was fine, with no obvious changes, while the latter was swaying from side to side and seemed to be unable to hold on.
When he was hesitating whether to tell Bai Linglong the solution, he saw that she had sat down steadily again, and a circle of green light like Buddha's light appeared behind her head. Her original aura did not weaken, but stabilized again.
"This is done by using the power of the Guanyin Mantra to repair the damage to the soul. How can it be so effective?" Shen Luo was greatly surprised at Bai Linglong's methods. He felt that none of these old monsters could be judged by common sense.
Manjushri Bodhisattva on the other side seemed to have noticed something strange here. He glanced towards Shen Luo and saw that Shen Luo was looking at other people. He seemed not to be affected by the Guanyin Mantra at all. He frowned slightly and glanced at Sun Wukong beside him.
The latter still sat upright, with no reaction on his face.
Shen Luo was looking at Mi Su and the other two. Among them, only Tu Shan Tong, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, seemed to have a difficult look on his face. The other two demon ancestors had used some unknown means, but now their faces were calm and they didn't seem to be affected at all.
Tu Shantong was struggling to resist the sleepiness at the moment. Her soul wanted to sleep urgently and did not want to continue to participate in this dispute. She was both afraid and tired.
"Don't forget your mission." At this time, Misu's voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
Tu Shantong was startled, and her consciousness briefly regained clarity. Then a mist suddenly surged in her sea of consciousness, wrapping up the little soul.
"Well, you are quite smart. You know how to use illusion to block the Guanyin Mantra." Mi Su nodded secretly.
"The second level test won't be so sloppy, don't be careless." The Ape Ancestor opened his eyes, a circle of golden lines lit up in his pupils, and spoke out a reminder.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Guanyin Mantra that had just made people feel peaceful came to an abrupt end, and then, a gong suddenly sounded: clang...
The sudden sound of metal clashing caught everyone in the square off guard. They felt as if a sharp sound that was higher than the sound of a gong instantly pierced their eardrums and rushed directly into their brains.
Regardless of whether they had their eyes open or closed, whether they were calm or blocked by illusion, at the sound of the gong, their pupils suddenly contracted and their spirits immediately tensed up.
Before they could take precautions, the sounds of bells, drums, and chimes began to ring one after another. Some were like the friction of metal and stone, and some were like thunder. Each one seemed to have the power to strike directly at the soul.
"Boom"
The sound of a drum suddenly stood out from other sounds, shaking the sky. Everyone felt their chest suddenly shaken, and their hearts seemed to be pulled by the drum sound and jumped violently.
Then, all kinds of golden sounds rang out in an interlaced manner. There was no pattern at all, and no beauty at all. It was just a chaotic noise.
But the noise was still audible, and no matter what method they used to block it, it was of no use.
This time, even the Fighting Buddha and the two Bodhisattvas were no exception and there was no way to shield them.
"Boom, boom, boom," the sound of the drums seemed to be hitting everyone's heart.