Hearing the cheers and praises for Shen Luo, the person who felt the most depressed was none other than Zhou Yu.
Previously, he had been secretly instructed by the Sect Master to teleport Shen Luo to the swamp. After that, he had continuously lured monsters to attack Shen Luo. Naturally, he did not want Shen Luo to succeed at all.
In the image, Shen Luo had already stepped onto the square, and everyone had begun to break the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle Formation.
"It's all thanks to Fellow Daoist Shen for breaking the illusory formation. Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have been completely annihilated and no one would have won." Lin Qianqian smiled and said.
"That's right. In that case, is there still a need to fight for the Immortal Apricot?" Zen Master Chui Yue raised one hand and said.
"The merit of breaking the formation naturally belongs to Shen Daoyou. However, this is a trial after all. We have been ordered by our Sect to fight for the Immortal Apricot. How can we give up so easily?" Dhuta Ku Lin said with a frown.
"Everyone, there's no need to be distressed. Friendship is friendship, experience is experience. The winner will naturally depend on one's ability. Moreover, if everyone is so modest, aren't you looking down on me? "Shen Luo said when he saw the situation.
"Shen Daoyou is right. If we don't give it our all, we'll be letting down our Sect and all the participants," Zheng Jun said.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's fighting spirit was reignited. They all said, "Haha, since that's the case, we'll have a good fight with everyone. This trip will not be in vain."
After everyone finished their discussion, they began to break the formation.
The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle Formation was still very sturdy without the illusory formation as its pivot. It was impossible to break it with the strength of a single person. In the end, it took several people working together to break it.
In the instant that the light shield covering the forest was broken, Shen Luo and the others immediately lit up, and rushed in with all their might towards the direction of the neem tree.
Unknowingly, Huang Liang had taken out a green talisman and placed it on his chest. Immediately, he was enveloped by a green whirlwind, and with a whoosh, he shot straight toward the neem tree.
However, she had only flown a few hundred meters when a green light suddenly bloomed in front of her. A green light sword as wide as a door suddenly fell from the sky, like an insurmountable high wall smashing down heavily, blocking in front of her.
There was a chain as thick as a child's arm attached to the hilt of the huge sword. The chain was quickly retracted, dragging Zheng Jun's figure down from the sky. He stood firmly on the sword hilt.
"I'm sorry, I'll take this Immortal Apricot for Senior Sister Lin," Zheng Jun said with a silly smile.
Lin Qianqian's figure shuttled past him like a butterfly, leaped lightly, and said, "Thank you." Then, she went straight to the neem tree.
"Amitabha …"
Just then, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out.
Lin Qianqian looked back and saw Zen Master Chuan Yue about a hundred meters away, holding up a palm and chanting something quickly.
She immediately felt that something was wrong. Just as she was about to speed up, the ground in front of her suddenly trembled violently. A pitch-black gatehouse that looked like it was made of copper and iron rose from the ground, blocking her way.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian raised her hand and performed an incantation gesture, then suddenly thrust her palm forward.
A beam of light shot out from her palm and landed heavily on the gatehouse, causing it to explode.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion rang out, and dazzling light scattered in all directions. However, the gatehouse did not move at all.
Just as Lin Qianqian was about to reach it, the two doors at the bottom of the gatehouse that were engraved with the faces of evil ghosts suddenly opened inwards, revealing a pitch-black whirlpool. As it spun, a strong suction force came from it.
Lin Qianqian suddenly felt invisible threads wrap around her body, and her speed slowed down.
Chuan Yue took a step forward, and moonlight condensed under his feet, forming a spirit boat that moved close to the ground. It carried him forward at extreme speed, heading straight for the center.
"Fellow Daoist Chuan Yue, don't rush."
At this moment, Bai Xiaotian's voice suddenly rang out. He stepped on a flying sword and flew straight over. However, he did not hold the Demon Subduing Pestle that he usually used. Instead, he held a folding fan. It was his folding fan magic treasure called "Finishing Touch".
This treasure was passed down in Bai Xiaotian's family, but the Bai family did not know the true origin of this item. It was only after entering the Life Transformation Temple and under his master's guidance that he truly understood the power of this item.
As soon as Bai Xiaotian's voice fell, the folding fan in his hand opened up with a whoosh, and swept it towards Chuan Yue.
On one side of the fan was an image of Buddha, and on the other side was an image of two dragons playing with a pearl. When Bai Xiaotian waved the fan, the edges of the many images of Buddha lit up with a circle of golden lines, and the dragon pearl on the other side shone brightly.
In an instant, the sound of wind and thunder exploded from the fan, and the air of clouds and rain surged out, turning into a powerful wave of wind and rain that rushed out, scattering the moonlight under Chanting Master Chuan Yue's feet. His figure was also forced to be unable to move forward.
On the other side, Dhuta Ku Lin did not continue to be entangled. Instead, his figure flashed, and after distancing himself from the crowd, he took a slight detour and headed straight for the neem tree.
However, his movements naturally did not escape Nie Caizhu's sight. Her figure had already flown out, blocking his path.
Shen Luo was alone, and no one could stop him.
He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and then used the Slanting Moon Steps to rush towards the neem tree.
The neem tree was a thousand feet tall, and it was shaped like a ginkgo. Its trunk was straight, and its leaves were luxuriant. The trunk of the tree exuded a slightly bitter smell. Under its branches was an irregular grey-white stone platform, on which a bright red triangular flag was inserted.
The flag was embroidered with a statue of Guanyin, which looked very exquisite.
Shen Luo quickly came under the tree, and after using the Netherworld Ghost Eye to look around, he found that there was no barrier around, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the flag from the stone platform.
Outside the Secret Territory, everyone saw this scene and cheered.
"Big Brother Shen really got it. As long as he can hold on until the time is up, he will win …" Li Shu also jumped for joy.
"Didn't you see that the others are throwing the match? Even if they didn't throw the match, with the help of Junior Sister Nie and the Transforming Life Temple, it is impossible for him to not win, right?" Lu Ying rolled her eyes and said somewhat speechlessly.
Liu Qing's pair of bright eyes fell on Shen Luo's face, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Wu Ming's face was stiff, and his eyes drifted towards Zhou Yu on the square, and gradually a trace of anxiety appeared in his eyes.
On the square, Zhou Yu sat on a big chair, and looked at Shen Luo with a calm gaze, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tighter.
Suddenly, his eyebrows seemed to twitch slightly, and his tightly clenched hands in his sleeves loosened. The corner of a bronze disk array was slightly exposed in his palm, and a trace of golden light flashed slightly on it.
Sitting next to him, Wei Qing seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look at it, and then looked at the Hanging Sky Mirror.
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