The cultivation bases of the seven monks were not all very high. Two of them were at the late-stage Void Return realm, while two of the other five were at the early-stage Jin Xian realm, two were at the mid-stage Jin Xian realm, and one was at the late-stage Jin Xian realm.
Although Gu Zheng's side had fewer people, all of them were at the Jin Xian realm. Gu Zheng was a powerful existence who could kill Daluo Jinxian.
With such a difference in strength, Gu Zheng and the others should have no problem crushing the monks of Sangharama Temple. However, the monks also had extraordinary methods. When they saw that they were no match for them, they decisively formed a formation! Four monks stood below them, two monks stood in the middle, and two monks stood on the shoulders of the other two monks. The old monk with the highest cultivation base was at the top, standing on the shoulders of the two monks on the second level. The seven of them were enveloped in golden light, and the illusory images of fourteen protective arhats appeared behind them.
The seemingly shaky formation was, in fact, impregnable. No matter how Gu Zheng and the others bombarded them with immortal techniques, they still stood firm. Moreover, the formation's defense was strong, and its destructive power was not weak either! Although the monks who had set up the formation could no longer attack, the old monk at the top kept forming hand seals. The fourteen protective arhat images behind them kept launching attacks that could cause substantial damage to Gu Zheng and the others.
Faced with the frenzied attacks of the fourteen protective arhat images, Gu Zheng and the others were forced to retreat step by step. At the same time, they were also angered.
"You're courting death!"
Gu Zheng roared angrily. He lifted Tang Mo up like a mountain, and although it seemed slow, it was actually very fast.
The Mad Demon Blade was very domineering, and its power was not something that Gu Zheng could fully control at his current cultivation base. Therefore, every time Gu Zheng used the Mad Demon Blade, he would more or less suffer a backlash. The amount of backlash would depend on how much strength he used to execute the 'Mad Demon Wild Blade'.
For example, Gu Zheng only used 70% of his strength to execute the Mad Demon Saber. Under normal circumstances, this level of strength was more than enough to take care of an ordinary Daluo Jinxian Immortal Cultivator. As for the backlash that he needed to endure, it wouldn't be too serious. Coupled with the recovery of the medicinal pills, as long as he didn't continuously use the 'Mad Demon Berserk Blade', his body wouldn't have any major problems. He would be able to return to normal in half a day.
It looked like only one strike, but in fact, it was eighty-one slashes. The saber light that was almost condensed into a single beam had an unimaginable destructive power.
The originally impregnable formation was torn apart, and the monks screamed in unison as they were thrown off their feet. Among them, the two late-stage Void Return monks died tragically on the spot. Their bodies were strangely shattered into many pieces, as if eighty-one sabers were directly used on them.
As for the two early Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators, they didn't have it easy either. The saber light of the 'Mad Demon Wild Blade' had clearly disappeared when it broke the golden light of the formation, but there were still dozens of large wounds on their bodies.
Compared to the two early Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators, the injuries of the middle Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators and the late Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators were relatively light, but each of them had more or less injuries on their bodies.
Due to the backlash of the 'Mad Demon Wild Blade', Gu Zheng, whose blood and Qi were surging in his body, couldn't immediately attack. He had to quickly suppress the surging blood and Qi. Although he stopped, Huang Qi and the other two didn't stop. Using all kinds of methods, he was like beating a drowning dog, crazily attacking the monks.
The situation was extremely advantageous to Gu Zheng's side. If this situation could continue for more than ten seconds, then even if the remaining monks didn't all die, at most only the old monk who was relatively difficult to deal with would be left.
Unfortunately, at this moment, too many people had entered the treasure trove. Some people touched the restriction, or stepped into the room where Gu Zheng and the others were trapped in the immortal formation, and were directly transported into this bloody immortal formation.
"Bastard!"
Two people entered in a row, and the immortal formation also changed, causing Fang Xing to curse in anger.
The darkness was instantly replaced by light. This time, only two people appeared in the immortal formation. One of them was dressed in black, the other in white. Their eyes had a special sense of emptiness, and their bodies exuded an unusually cold aura. They were clearly demonic cultivators of high cultivation.
The two demonic cultivators appeared very close to the monks of Sangharama Temple. At this time, there were only three monks left: the two middle Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators and the old monk with the highest cultivation. As for the two early Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators, they'd died in the chaotic battle a while ago.
"Die for this old monk!"
The crazy old monk's robes shook, and a gust of wind swept towards the black and white demonic cultivators.
After the battle, the old monk was well aware of the strength of Gu Zheng and the others. Now that there were only three of them left, he didn't think they'd be much of a threat to Gu Zheng and the others. Since the situation was clear, there was no need to be cautious. They didn't care what kind of immortal formation the immortal formation had changed, they just had to fight fiercely.
The two demonic cultivators were also late Jin Xian Immortal Cultivators. They also had some understanding of immortal formations, but they'd never imagined that someone would recklessly trigger the immortal formation's restriction and attack them as soon as they'd entered!
"You're courting death!"
The black and white demonic cultivators roared in anger. One of them pushed forward a huge fog skull, while the other flicked his hands. Eight balls of green netherworld fire flew through the gust of wind and toward the old monk.
Just as the black and white demonic cultivators counterattacked, there was a strange roar in the immortal formation. This was a sign that they'd triggered the immortal formation's restriction.
"The formation has changed into a killing formation. This old monk has triggered the restriction here. I'm not too sure what the killing move is, but it's best to deal with it as it is right now!"
The Artifact Spirit's voice rang in Gu Zheng's mind. Although she was very accomplished in immortal formations, she still needed time to activate an immortal formation.
Gu Zheng immediately sent a voice transmission to Huang Qi and the others. Other than dealing with it as it was, they really didn't have any other good ideas.
"You crazy dog!"
The black and white demonic cultivators cursed angrily. The restriction in the immortal formation had been triggered. Who knew what kind of danger would occur? However, the instigator, the old monk, didn't care and continued to attack them. Moreover, the two monks behind the old monk had already moved to help him.
"Is this monk crazy?"
Huang Qi's voice transmission was rather confusing. Logically speaking, even if the old monk was crazy, he should be attacking them. After all, there was a blood feud between them.
"Black and White Ghosts, don't think that this old monk doesn't know. Three hundred years ago, this old monk's beloved disciple's soul was refined by the two of you. This old monk has been searching for you for three hundred years. Now that I've found you, how can I let you go?"
The old monk's voice was filled with hatred. He wasn't crazy, but both sides were his enemies! The old monk knew that it wouldn't be easy to get on Gu Zheng's good side. Naturally, he knew how to avoid the important and dwell on the trivial.
"Three hundred years ago? Refined soul? "
"Looks like you're the old monk Hui Tong from Sangharama Temple! However, you're quite different from the rumors. How did you get beaten up so badly? "
The Black and White Ghosts spoke at the same time and cackled strangely.
"Rumble …"
Another loud sound came from the immortal formation. A huge creature rushed out from the cliff outside the platform.
"Oh my god!"
Cries of surprise rang out from the immortal formation. No one knew how big the thing that came out from the bottom of the platform was. It felt like a person was standing there. What they could see was only a part of its body!
Its entire body glowed with a grayish-yellow color. The part above the cliff was ten feet long and as thick as a house. It had a hundred pairs of legs. It looked like both a dragon and a centipede. As soon as it appeared, it spat wildly at the crowd.
Like a continuous drizzle of green poison, it instantly filled the immortal formation. Gu Zheng's Poison Impervious Robe, which he hadn't used in a long time, immediately produced a protective shield.
Unfortunately, the monster's poison rain was too fierce. When it touched the Poison Impervious Robe's light shield, it immediately produced a crackling sound like that of electricity. The Poison Impervious Robe's light shield flickered, then collapsed in an instant.
Screams of pain filled the air. Even with Jin Xian's cultivation, he didn't dare let the poison rain touch his body. Otherwise, it would cause a strong corrosive effect.
Although the poison rain was fierce, it wasn't impossible to deal with. Everyone gathered the energy of heaven and earth to create a hurricane, blowing most of the raindrops back.
However, this wasn't a long-term solution. Ignoring the fact that a small portion of the poison rain could break through the hurricane and still cause harm to the crowd, in terms of endurance, they weren't a match for the monster that didn't know fatigue. It spewed poison very quickly, one mouthful after another! In addition, it wasn't as if the crowd hadn't attacked the monster. Unfortunately, the monster wasn't a physical body. All the attacks that landed on it were no different from hitting air.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, what should we do now?" Yang Jue asked anxiously.
"The immortal formation has been broken into one after another. It's so chaotic that it can't be deduced in a short time. I don't know what to do either!"
Yang Jue's eyebrows twitched as he spoke. The poison rain had already disfigured him.
"This damned monster, if only it had a physical body. At least we wouldn't be so aggrieved!"
Huang Qi had already been injured during the battle with the monks of Sangharama Temple. His strength was now at least forty percent lower than when he was at his peak.
"If it had a physical body, it would be really troublesome. This thing's original form is an extremely rare ancient variant called the Dragon Centipede. It was born with the strength of Daluo Jinxian!"
The artifact spirit's mocking voice sounded in Gu Zheng's mind.
"Is this thing a formation spirit?" Gu Zheng asked with a frown.
"That's right, this thing is indeed a formation spirit, and an extremely rare one at that! I'll tell you how to break the formation now. Go break the immortal formation and take this formation spirit. It'll be a great opportunity! "the artifact spirit said happily.
Formation spirits were very rare. They were refined from various rare materials and contained the Dao of Formations. When placed in a formation, they could increase the power of the formation.
Gu Zheng had a formation spirit refined from the wings of a green bird that he had obtained from the treasure of Tian Luo Cavern.
Although the green bird formation spirit was extraordinary, it was far from being comparable to the Dragon Centipede formation spirit. At least, the green bird formation spirit could hardly cause any harm to a cultivator of the Jin Xian Realm. However, the Dragon Centipede formation spirit in front of him could make the artifact spirit so excited. It had to be said that it was really extraordinary.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, where are you going?"
Huang Qi asked in surprise when he saw Gu Zheng approaching the Dragon Centipede despite the poison rain. After all, the closer he got to the Dragon Centipede, the denser the poison rain became.
"Break the formation!"
Although Gu Zheng said those words, he suddenly extended his hand and shot a water dragon at the old monk Hui Tong.
The poison rain was also water. Not only did it not cause any damage to the water dragon, but it also instantly dyed the pure water dragon, transforming it from a simple water dragon into a more powerful poison dragon.
The old monk Hui Tong did not expect that Gu Zheng would suddenly attack him. Although he immediately avoided the first attack of the water dragon, he could not avoid the second attack of the water dragon's tail.
"Ah!"
The old monk Hui Tong screamed. His dragon tail was whipped like a kite with a broken string, and he directly hit the stone door on the mountain.
The water dragon had already turned into a poison dragon, so when the old monk Hui Tong was hit by the dragon's tail, the poison had already contaminated his body. Moreover, in the extremely short period of time when he crashed into the stone door, his entire body was corroded until he no longer resembled a human.
Hui Tong was also very ferocious. The attack of the water dragon, including the corrosion of the venom, did not take his life. Although he was not lightly injured after crashing into the stone door, he instantly jumped up. Golden light shone from his body, and immediately began to purify the raging venom.
However, the originally closed stone door became like air at this moment. A pair of pitch-black ghost hands popped out from behind the door, ignoring the old monk Hui Tong's protective golden light, and grabbed his neck and tore it apart! In the splashing of blood, the old monk Hui Tong's head separated from his neck and was brought behind the door by the ghost hands.
"Master!"
A monk of Sangharama Temple suddenly called out sorrowfully.
If it wasn't for the old monk Hui Tong's headless body that had not fallen, everything that happened in an instant would really be like an illusion.
The old monk Hui Tong's death was actually not unexpected. The stone door was originally a path to life, but when the immortal formation was broken in, it had already changed. The original life door would become the death door. This was something that anyone with a little knowledge of formations knew.
Gu Zheng's attack on the old monk Hui Tong was just a casual attack. After the attack, he simply did not care to see whether Hui Tong was dead or not, and directly flew down the cliff.
The bottom of the cliff was not the endless abyss that he imagined. After sinking for a while, Gu Zheng felt that he was on solid ground.
In front of him was pitch-black, without any light or Long Xiang's body. Gu Zheng followed the method taught by the Artifact Spirit, and his hands flicked out four points of immortal power to set the position. Then, his fingers changed a few times, and with a frown, the original four points of immortal power instantly burned like four piles of white bonfires.
His line of sight was completely filled with bright white. Gu Zheng heard the cheers of the people above the cliff.
Gu Zheng understood that the immortal formation had returned to the way it was when they first came in. At this time, as long as they passed through the stone door, they would be able to leave.
Gu Zheng did not fly out of the abyss in a hurry. When he was halfway up, he stopped and placed his hand on the dark cliff wall, and immortal power entered it.
The cliff wall sparkled, and a light formation appeared. After a few breaths of time, Gu Zheng broke it, and an earthen-yellow object appeared in front of Gu Zheng.
The object that appeared in front of Gu Zheng was a foot-long Long Xiang. To be more precise, it was an array spirit refined from a Long Xiang.
"In the past, the Immortal Trapping Formation was not enough to trap a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator. Now that we have the Formation Spirit Dragon Centipede, it can trap several Golden Immortal Realm cultivators, let alone one!"
The Artifact Spirit was very gratified. Gu Zheng smiled and flew up the cliff without stopping.
"Fellow Daoist Bai!"
Seeing Gu Zheng return safely, Huang Qi and the others cheered in unison.
The monks of Sangharama Temple were all dead. Although the Twin Ghosts of Black and White were still alive, they'd left the immortal formation.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, I just soul-searched the monks of Sangharama Temple."
Fang Xing told Gu Zheng how many people had come from Sangharama Temple, who had led them, and how they'd separated from the others.
"I've already collected the items in the storage belts of the seven monks. Please take a look, Fellow Daoist Bai."
Yang Jue handed a storage belt to Gu Zheng. After recognizing it as its owner, Gu Zheng scanned it, then returned it to Yang Jue.
"There are quite a few resources inside, but unfortunately, we'll have to sell off the most important items at a low price."
The most important items Gu Zheng was referring to were the dozen or so Buddhist treasures of various grades in the storage belt.
Buddhist treasures were different from immortal treasures. All of them had undergone consecration and contained information not found in immortal treasures. They could even record the cause of their owner's death. Moreover, it wasn't a problem to auction off immortal treasures obtained from killing others. However, when the Buddhist artifacts obtained from killing monks were put up for auction, very few people would be willing to buy them. After all, Buddhists were very united! If a cultivator were to be seen holding a Buddhist weapon, it would definitely bring him some trouble. Therefore, these Buddhist weapons could only be sold as materials to those master refiners.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, that monster just now must be a rare formation spirit, right? I wonder if Fellow Daoist Bai managed to find it? "
Hearing Fang Xing's words, Huang Qi and Yang Jue looked at Gu Zheng with excitement.
"That's right, it really is a rare formation spirit."
Gu Zheng took out the dragon pellet and showed it to the others, then put it away.
"How enviable!"
Yang Jue sighed and gave Gu Zheng a thumbs-up.
Although the treasure hunt was an equal share, there were some things that were unwritten agreements. For example, Gu Zheng had obtained the formation spirit with a single strike. This was something that belonged to him without a doubt. Therefore, even though Yang Jue and the others were envious, they didn't say anything.
"Fellow Daoists, this isn't the place to talk. Let's leave this immortal formation first! We've been delayed by it for quite a while. I wonder how many people have entered the treasure trove. "Fang Xing said.
"It won't make much of a difference. I don't believe anyone would be so unlucky as to enter!" Huang Qi gritted her teeth.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, take this opportunity to take out the treasure chest from before. We can take a look at what's inside!" Yang Jue said.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, you don't trust me?" Fang Xing frowned.
"It's not a matter of trust. I'm just looking forward to some things!" Yang Jue smiled.
"Alright, I was going to take a look after leaving the immortal formation. Since you're looking forward to it, let's take a look here!"
Fang Xing took out the golden chest. The moment the lid was opened, everyone's eyes widened.
Fang Xing and the others were excited because they saw three high-grade immortal items. Gu Zheng was excited because he saw four high-grade ingredients!
"Since there are high-grade immortal items here, the treasure trove will be dangerous. I suggest we split the immortal items first to strengthen our strength. What do you think?" Fang Xing suggested.
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