Xu Zhinan said: "Since the biggest gate of life for Gongshu Mo is the extreme consumption of spiritual power and limited range, then Chen Xingyong must be very close to us, and it has been a quarter of an hour now, he must be struggling to support, we will take his spiritual energy once and for all. Power is exhausted, otherwise... "
The flood was about to submerge the inn, and all the people stood on the eaves, waiting desperately for the moment of extinction.
"But, how can I use up his spiritual power?"
Xu Zhinan's expression was a little weird, as if he couldn't say anything: "I once saw a formation in the "Yellow Emperor's Yinfu Tianji Jing"."
As soon as this remark came out, the monks looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
This book of secrets is a forbidden book. There are too many sinister and powerful spells in it, which can bring huge hidden dangers to practitioners and others. One exception died unexpectedly, and the orthodox immortal family kept this book secret, and gradually, almost no one dared to practice it.
In fact, this book was written by Xuanyuan Huangdi. It is a military book condensed by his lifelong practice. The techniques in it are unpredictable and not for ordinary people to master. It can dominate one side alone, and now the famous immortal sects in the world of cultivating immortals are more or less influenced by this book, and many of the widely circulated talismans, witchcraft, and formations are also based on this book Improved technique.
It can be said that the Tianji Jing is the most powerful secret book of exercises in the world, and it is one of the sources of today's world of cultivating immortals. It just discards its dross and takes its essence. Of course, everyone knows that the so-called "dross" is the real "essence" of this book, but it cannot be used by ordinary people. There is also a saying that only those who have obtained the ancient magic weapon Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman can comprehend this book. Books, practiced blindly, will only lead to madness and no good end.
Although this book is a banned book, it has been rubbed in countless copies. It is not difficult to obtain, and it is impossible to completely destroy it. It is generally believed in the world of cultivating immortals that if people want to stop practicing evil arts, they should be sparse and not blocked. The more curious you become, the monks avoid this book on the surface, and they have read it more or less in private.
But at the same time, no one would openly claim to have seen it.
Now it is time to have no other choice, Zong Ziheng asked: "What formation?"
"Wanlong Guiyuan Gathering Formation. It is said that the Spiritual Breath Guiyuan Formation created by the ancestors of Yaogu was inspired by this formation."
Zong Zixiao was surprised and said: "The spiritual breath returning to the original formation is used to heal many people at the same time. It is to transport the spiritual power from the formation's eyes, so this gathering energy formation is..."
"That's right, on the contrary, it can absorb the spiritual power of the people around it into the formation eye."
Zong Ziheng gasped. Such a vicious formation is indeed from the Heavenly Mystery Scripture. After all, the Heavenly Secret Scripture also teaches people to dig other people's golden pills to refine elixir to supplement themselves.
Xu Zhinan explained again: "It's because this formation is very similar to the Lingqi Guiyuan formation, almost two sides of the mirror image, so I remembered it."
Right now, no one will delve into Xu Zhinan's rhetoric. If this public morality is not broken, dozens of lives will be drowned.
"Brother Xu, it's not too late, let's set up the formation."
"Okay, we..."
"Wait." Zong Zixiao stared at Xu Zhinan, his tone was cold and hard, his eyes were deep beyond his age, "Who will be the eye?"
They are still at the critical point of life and death. If their spiritual power is sucked away at this time, they will lose the power to resist. Once they fail, I am afraid that only those who are the eyes of the formation can escape.
Xu Zhinan paused: "His Royal Highness is the eye of the formation."
"Eldest brother..."
Xu Zhinan waved his hand, signaling that they don't need to say more.
Zong Zixiao nodded in satisfaction.
The eldest son Heng didn't shirk it, it wasn't because he had selfish intentions, but because the eye of the formation, while gaining spiritual power, also shouldered the responsibility of fighting the enemy alone, as the eldest son, he was most used to bear it since he was a child.
Xu Zhinan drew a formation on the water with spiritual power. Zong Ziheng stood in front of the formation and injected spiritual power into the formation together with the others. The stronger the spiritual power of the formation, the wider the range it can absorb. Chen Xingyong and others must be Nearby.
The magic circle floated on the surface of the water, and the mysterious charms emitted a black-red light, which was set off by the water waves very strangely. After a while, the magic circle was full of light, and all the monks felt a tyrannical force, like a bird Grabbing their golden core, they greedily drew out their spiritual power, but they could hardly resist.
It was the first time for them to be sucked spiritual power. The feeling of being hollowed out from the inside was really frightening.
Zong Ziheng was not feeling well either. The spiritual power that did not belong to him recklessly flowed into his body. It was a force that was extremely difficult to control. He was almost out of control. When the water had already flooded his mouth and nose, he had to get rid of external disturbances. , Meditate and concentrate, barely control the surging spiritual power, let them gradually flow in an orderly manner in his body.
Such a strange experience felt very long, but in fact it was very short. A strong dizziness hit, the space seemed to be twisted and twisted in front of the eyes, and then the sound of water splashed, and the feeling of suffocation that was oppressed by the water disappeared instantly.
Zong Ziheng opened his eyes and found that although he was drenched, he was no longer in the water, but sat on a pool of stagnant water.
He suddenly raised his head, and the houses, trees, and bluestone slabs all returned to normal size, no, they returned to normal!
The monks and the common people staggered on the ground, and occasionally passers-by in the distance looked at them in surprise.
Zong Ziheng jumped up, and his sharp eyes quickly locked on those who wanted to escape. They had already lifted off with their swords, and it seemed that the formation had not completely sucked their spiritual power. From the back, he couldn't tell who Chen Xingyong was. He wanted to chase them one by one.
Zong Ziheng's complexion sank, his body's spiritual pressure soared, and he poured his spiritual power into the sword body, sacrificing the seventh heaven of Zongxuan swordsmanship, dancing the sword in the air, his white clothes fluttering, and the sword energy transformed into streaks The arc of the sword chased the enemies in the air as if they had eyes.
For a moment, the silver-white sword flew in an arc all over the sky, brushing against the branches and fallen leaves, with the sharpness of blowing hair and breaking a blade, and hitting the flesh, the result can be imagined.
There were wailing sounds, blood splashed, and the people in the sky fell down one by one.
Zong Ziheng withdrew his sword swiftly and stared fiercely at the enemy on the ground. Even though he was soaked all over, he didn't look embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he looked like a little white dragon coming out of the water, with his chest upright and his head held high, looking down upon the world.
"Brother, you are so powerful!" Zong Zixiao ran over, looking at Zong Ziheng with surprise and admiration on his face, "Have you reached the high level of the seventh heaven?"
Zongzi Heng said softly: "Not yet, it was done with your spiritual power."
"Without our spiritual power, you can do it with a full blow."
"It's not as powerful as you think." Although Zong Ziheng had an estimate of his own strength, he couldn't say that if people knew that he was nineteen years old, he would almost catch up with his uncle and father's cultivation. The elders are disrespectful.
Xu Zhinan also praised: "Ziheng, the rumors are true, you really deserve to be the pride of a generation."
Zong Ziheng calmly explained: "Brother Xu, you are too famous. If I hadn't sucked away your spiritual power, I wouldn't be able to use this move."
"Brother, your sword..." Zong Zixiao suddenly pointed nervously at Zong Ziheng's saber.
Zong Ziheng looked down at his own sword, only to see that the silver blade was covered with thin cracks, presumably this sword had never received such a huge amount of spiritual power, so...
Zong Ziheng frowned, carefully stroked the sword with his fingers.
There was only a light slap, and the silver blade snapped off.
Everyone was stunned.
Zong Ziheng's heart was pulled hard. Looking at the broken sword in his hand, it was like watching an old friend folded in front of his eyes. Although it was just an ordinary sword, it had been with him for more than ten years. This sword was given to him by his uncle before retreating. It was originally intended for him to practice, but he has used it now since it is already the best sword he can get.
"Brother..." Zong Zixiao looked at Zong Ziheng cautiously, feeling extremely heartbroken. He remembered his never-before-seen sad, lost, and embarrassed expression for a lifetime.
"Ziheng." Xu Zhinan comforted, "This sword has fulfilled its mission."
Zong Ziheng pursed his lips and nodded lightly, but he was at a loss in his heart. He didn't know what a swordsman should do if he lost his sword.
The disciples of the Chunyang Sect have already pulled out the immortal ropes and tied up those people. Someone shouted: "Brother, Chen Xingyong has been found!"
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "It's tied up, watch it tight."
The Zong brothers looked at the unconscious person at the same time, with hatred shining in their eyes.
Zong Zixiao drew out his sword, gritted his teeth and said, "Wake him up, I want..."
"Xianjun." A soft female voice sounded from behind.
Zong Ziheng turned around and saw that it was the girl he had rescued.
"Thank you Xianjun for saving your life. The little girl doesn't know how to repay her." Her cheeks were flushed, and she wanted to see Zongzi Heng but didn't dare to look at the little girl's attitude, which was very lovely.
"Girl, you are welcome, it is because of us that you are involved in this innocent disaster."
"Dare to ask Xianjun's name?"
"You can ask me about my elder brother's name?" Zong Zixiao replied angrily before Zong Ziheng said, "You don't need to thank me, you can go now."
The girl froze on the spot.
Zong Ziheng blamed: "Zi Xiao, you are simply rude, did your elder brother teach you like this?"
"I'm young and not sensible." Zong Zixiao said confidently.
"you… "
Xu Zhinan said: "Ziheng, there are many people here, let's interrogate Chen Xingyong in another place."