Nie Caizhu glanced at Shen Luo, who sat cross-legged, then leaped into the space between Shen Luo and his companion and Liu Qing, waving the Willow Branch in her hand.
Green light immediately flickered in the air, and willow trees appeared out of thin air, their branches entwining.
Within a few breaths, a green wall of trees hundreds of zhang high and nearly a hundred zhang wide had risen between Shen Luo and his companion and the blue barrier.
The Black Bear Spirit ignored everything around him. He, too, closed his eyes and began murmuring an incantation.
Brilliant golden light shone from his body. After rippling several times like waves, strands of golden patterns shot out of him and spread rapidly through the air.
A few breaths later, a golden Magic Formation twenty to thirty zhang across appeared in midair.
Countless rays of golden Buddha Light danced within the Magic Formation. Buddhist chants resounded through the air, inspiring solemn reverence in all who heard them. The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth trembled in resonance with the golden Buddha Light, forming countless golden flowers and phantom Buddhas.
Although Shen Luo's eyes were closed, he could still sense what was happening around him. A flicker of surprise crossed his mind, but he soon returned to a state as still as an ancient well.
The Black Bear Spirit abruptly opened his eyes and waved both hands. Golden light flickered between his fingers, revealing seven or eight golden, nail-like objects.
He raised his hands, and a series of soft piercing sounds rang out as he drove the golden nails into the crown of his head, his chest, his dantian, and other vital points.
Damage to any one of these places would almost certainly cause grave injury or even death, yet the Black