Myriad Pivots Seal Spirits and Hide Their Presence; Buddhist Chants Rise from the Dark Depths
Four hundred streams of light rushed out of the golden light curtain and plunged into the thick ink-like darkness.
The light outside seemed to be cut off by a sharp knife.
The dark black permafrost was frozen hard under the feet, making a crunching sound when stepped on. There was not even a hint of starlight around, only the rusty wind whistling by.
The four Golden Immortal centurions did not stop, and led the four hundred-man phalanx in a fan-shaped formation, advancing at full speed towards the front of the Reception Blood Plains side.
At the beginning, you can still see the glimmer of light on the friendly immortal armor on the left and right sides.
Less than a thousand miles away, thick gray and black Sha Qi surged up, and the Qi machines of the other three hundred-man teams quickly pulled away. In just a dozen breaths, traces of Divine Sense were completely cut off from the field of vision.
In the dead silence of Nuoda, only Wang Meng, a lone army of a hundred people, was left.
In the front row of the queue, a dozen newcomers frequently turned their heads and looked to the left and right. The palms holding the black formation flag tightened tighter and tighter, veins popped out on the backs of their hands, and their breathing became much heavier.
Just as the atmosphere in the team became increasingly tense, Wang Meng, who was flying at the front, suddenly waved his big hand:
"Get into formation!"
Buzz!
He took the lead in taking out a dark gold main formation flag that was about ten feet high, and poured violent Golden Immortal Essence into it.
The twenty veteran soldiers at the rear moved skillfully and immediately injected Immortal Power into the black formation flag in their hands.
Zhao Hai was mixed in the middle of the queue, and along with the newcomers around, a wisp of True Immortal Middle Stage and Immortal Essence crossed into the flagpole.
The surface of the hundreds of black formation flags lit up with fine bloody runes at the same time.
The next moment, a dark gray mist spread from the flag, forming a transparent gray curtain in the blink of an eye, tightly covering the hundreds of True Immortals and Wang Meng's majestic Early-Stage Golden Immortal inside.
The one hundred and one qi machines that were originally scattered and scattered were just wiped out from the void.
Even if we stand face to face without looking at it with the naked eye, when Divine Sense sweeps past it, there is nothing but empty silence.
A few newcomers in the front row who were originally on tenterhooks were stunned for a moment. They stretched out their hands to touch the almost transparent screen beside them. Their tense shoulders suddenly slumped down, and their faces showed the joy of surviving the disaster.
"The concealment ability of this array of light curtains is so strong. It can cover up the auras of so many people. It's amazing!"
"Let me tell you, this is our first mission, so the Centurion must have already made arrangements."
Listening to the low-pitched discussion in his ears, Zhao Hai lowered his eyelids slightly and gently rubbed his thumb twice on the uneven pattern of the flagpole.
Following the Immortal Essence that was injected just now, the Principle circulation circuit of the entire formation was clearly reflected in his mind.
In my mind, the memory of "Golden Palace Jade Book--Formation Chapter" previously taken at the Dragon Realm Dinglong Auction automatically opened, and countless formation maps were quickly compared.
In just one breath, Zhao Hai figured out the details of this military formation.
The name of this array is [Myriad Pivots Spirit-Sealing Formation].
This is an extremely partial joint attack military formation, its main focus is on concealment and trapping the enemy to kill.
The ingenuity of it lies in the combination of the child and mother formation flags. The more child flags are integrated, the stronger the formation level and trapping power will be. Hundreds of True Immortal each hold one child flag, and the fourth-level mother flag in the hands of Wang Meng is in the center to control it, which forcibly pushes the entire formation to the level of the fourth-level low-level Immortal Formation!
Once it collides with prey, it can instantly turn into a fourth-level fairy cage, locking the enemy inside and beating them up.
However, the shortcomings of this formation are also quite fatal.
In order to pursue the ultimate concealment and blockade, [Myriad Pivots Spirit-Sealing Formation] does not have many defensive formations. Especially the protection against sound waves, illusions and souls is as thin as a layer of window paper.
A pure and partial battle formation, the resistance of refined Gods and Devils is almost zero.
Zhao Hai raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Meng who was striding forward in front of him, shaking his head secretly.
This Golden Immortal centurion is very confident.
Thinking about it, in the eyes of Wang Meng, there is a Golden Immortal on our side leading the team, and a hundred True Immortals are deployed. As long as they rely on concealment and touch to trap the lone team in the other world, it is a unilateral siege, and there is no need to consider too many protection issues.
The newcomers around him obviously didn't understand the ways here. They all straightened their backs a lot when they looked at the gray mist flowing above their heads. The fear they had when they left the city had long since dissipated, and their eyes were filled with the desire to gain military glory.
Zhao Hai naturally didn't say much to remind him, but quietly mobilized the second level [Chaos Law] in his body, quietly covering the body surface and sea of consciousness with a layer of protection.
The team took advantage of the cover of gray fog and moved silently against the dark black frozen soil.
One day.
Three days.
five days.
The surroundings are always dark and dark, with no sun and moon alternating, and no vegetation alive.
Except for the occasional violent space storm blowing out of the cracks in the void, not to mention the alien True Immortal along the way, not even half of the hair of the alien creature was seen.
In the first two days, the newcomers were able to remain alert. On the fifth day, the surroundings were so silent that the only sounds they could hear were their own swallowing of saliva and their heartbeats.
This kind of boredom and darkness with no end in sight is more torturous than directly facing each other with swords.
The atmosphere in the queue was extremely depressing. The eyes of several Early True Immortal newcomers began to look straight, and the cold sweat seeping from their palms made the formation flagpole slippery. Their chests rose and fell violently, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.
Zhao Hai was caught in the middle of the crowd, looking as usual. He was even free to fish with pay, and spared a little attention to check the blacksmithing progress of the group of low-level clones in Dimensional Space.
The march lasted until the ninth day.
The strong wind that had been howling for several days did not know when it stopped.
The gray-black Sha Qi, which was originally floating normally in the air, suddenly became as sticky as paste and pressed heavily on the formation light curtain.
At the rear right of the queue, three newcomers who were extremely nervous could not stand the dead silence. Their eyes rolled around, and they secretly separated Divine Sense and gathered together to communicate:
"Brother, we've been walking for nine days, are we lost?"
"Shut up! Centurion has been here for countless years, how could he still make such a stupid mistake?"
At the moment these few weak Divine Sense fluctuations rippled through the array.
Wang Meng, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped in his steps, raised his right hand high like a leaf fan, and clenched his five fingers into a fist!
Emergency stop!
Brush!
Hundreds of people behind him stopped on the spot.
The three newcomers who were secretly transmitting Divine Sense's voice just now hurriedly cut off Divine Sense and gritted their teeth.
The whole audience could hear the needle drop.
Hundreds of suspicious eyes penetrated the thin gray fog, staring intently at the thick ink-like darkness ahead.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of intense heartbeats echoed one after another in the queue.
Wang Meng narrowed his big copper eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. His left hand was already pressed on the Fourth-Rank Immortal Artifact knife handle at his waist. Golden Immortal Divine Sense condensed into a line and cautiously explored the void ten miles away.
One breath.
Two breaths.
The void ahead was silent and there was no feedback from the Spiritual Qi machine.
Just when Wang Meng frowned, wondering if his sensing was wrong.
Buzz--!
In the pitch-black void ahead, circles of dark golden ripples visible to the naked eye swayed without warning!
Immediately afterwards, there was a grand and strange sound, as if countless monks were chanting sutras at the same time against their foreheads. It ignored the distance of ten miles, and directly penetrated the hidden gray fog of [Myriad Pivots Spirit-Sealing Formation], exploding in everyone's eardrums and deep in the sea of consciousness!
"Nawu... save people... rebirth..."
The moment the Sanskrit sound entered their ears, everyone's consciousness seemed to be hit head-on with a heavy hammer!
"Ah--!"
The more than thirty newcomers in the front row felt as if they had been struck by lightning. They held their heads tightly with both hands, their entire faces twisted crazily due to the severe pain, and dark red bloodshot eyes oozed from their facial features.
The twisted and strange Buddha shadows, following the Sanskrit sound, forced their way into everyone's consciousness, pulling at their origins desperately and tempting them to put down their resistance!
What's even more terrible is that the three Early True Immortal newcomers standing at the edge of the queue had already been highly tense for the past nine days. The moment the Sanskrit music entered their bodies, their pupils instantly dilated, and a pious and obsessed smile appeared on their faces strangely.
Snap!
The three of them actually removed the Immortal Power injected into the formation flag at the same time.
The entire fourth-level building [Myriad Pivots Spirit-Sealing Formation], which was tightly integrated, trembled violently, and a corner of the hidden gray fog was missing. A ten-foot-wide flaw was torn open by the Sanskrit sound!