The Path to Becoming Immortal

At the command, all the holy land monks rushed towards the crowd.

"This..."

Just when someone wanted to ask a question, the holy land monk on the opposite side slashed with a knife.

Although he knew that the scene in front of him was an illusion, the monk still reacted instinctively and chopped it out with a palm.

"Bang..."

The monk was thrown backwards under a huge force.

"Ah!!... Everyone be careful, this is not an illusion, this is real!"

"Boom boom boom..."

Before he finished speaking, a series of attacks came, and many of his fellows were thrown backwards.

"Ah..."

"Puff..."

For a while, there were continuous howlings, and many people were seriously injured under this wave of impact.

I saw that those holy land monks exuded a strong aura, and those in the front were mostly monks in the transformation and fusion stages.

"This..."

"What kind of formation is this? How can it be so amazing!!!"

"Have we been teleported to the altar of the holy land?"

In their surprise, many people even felt like they had really returned to the altar of the holy land.

The entire group of monks was in chaos, and finally, it was only after Hu Buwei and Hong Shi took action that they stabilized their position.

"This formation is quite interesting!"

After taking action, Hu Buwei was also surprised when he sensed the offensive force coming from his hands.

Even the breath of the laws coming from the monks of the holy land was very clear and vivid. After careful sensing, there was no abnormality or stagnation.

If Hu Buwei had not known that all this was an illusion, he would even have doubted whether all this was true or false.

A familiar battle broke out again.

At this moment, everyone had a strange feeling in their hearts. This familiar scene seemed to be a reincarnation.

"I don't know what this formation is called! It's so amazing!"

"I didn't expect that there would be a chance to fight again!"

"Yes! It's exactly the same as that day!"

"You don't know, there are no Mahayana cultivators now."

"That's right, there were several Mahayana cultivators fighting together at that time!"

"I didn't expect this battle to be so difficult! I salute all the Taoist friends!"

Even Gu Dang, who had always been careless, looked solemn at this moment, and bowed to everyone present in a serious manner.

Seeing Gu Dang like this, other cultivators who had not experienced this battle also showed admiration.

This made all those who survived this battle stand up straight.

They said they didn't dare, but they were extremely proud in their hearts.

"Ning Ping, it's done, it's almost done!"

Seeing that the cultivators were struggling to resist, Gu Dang shouted directly.

As soon as the voice fell, a space was distorted, and three figures appeared.

The three people were Ning Ping and Dian Ji, father and son.

With the appearance of the three people, all the holy land monks who were rushing forward froze in place.

And they all maintained their original movements, some maintained the posture of flying forward, and even the expressions on their faces remained as ferocious as before.

"Haha! Does this formation catch the eyes of fellow Taoists?"

Ning Ping saw their slightly embarrassed appearance, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

"Fellow Taoist Ning, is there anything special about this formation? Why is it so amazing!" A monk looked at the sword light that was about to fall on his head with lingering fear, and asked curiously.

"This formation..." Ning Ping glanced at Dian Ji who was silent beside him thoughtfully.

"This formation is called--Monument!"

"Monument formation......!!!"

Everyone showed a thoughtful expression on their faces.

It was obvious that the other party did not want to say more because of some concerns, but after careful tasting.

This formation is called a monument, which is really in line with this place and the meaning of this place.

"If you want to know the details, let fellow Daoist Dian introduce it!"

Ning Ping said, and let Dian Ji beside him come out. With a wave of his hand, all the holy land monks who were frozen in place disappeared instantly.

"Dian Fu, you also participated in the construction of this formation, so you can introduce it to all the fellow Daoists!"

Dian Ji smiled faintly, but gave this opportunity to his son Dian Fu.

When everyone heard it, they all smiled kindly. Dian Ji's purpose was naturally to let his younger generation show up more, get familiar with everyone, and become famous.

"Fellow Daoists, this formation is just as Senior Ning said, it is a monument!..."

Seeing his son talking calmly and freely, it seems that his shy personality has improved a lot over the years.

This change is not unrelated to the daily life with Ning Ping for a hundred years.

With this in mind, he cast a grateful look at Ning Ping.

After a brief introduction, everyone was surprised when they knew the effect of the formation.

"It's a good idea to be able to conduct trials in this formation in the future!"

"Yes, from now on, all fellow practitioners will fight to see the monument once."

"Hey... let alone other juniors, even I feel that I have benefited a lot from the battle just now."

"That's right! This is an opportunity for us and others!"

"No, I have to inform the clan immediately..."

"..."

For a moment, everyone was talking a lot, and they immediately realized the great opportunity contained in it.

You know, having some experience in such a high-intensity battle is an intangible wealth for a monk.

Not only can your own practical skills be improved, but you can also observe other people's methods, thereby broadening your horizons.

The more advanced you practice, the more important your vision becomes. For example, if you have never seen something like perception, then there is no way to talk about it.

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me!"

At this time Ning Ping stood up and calmed down the noisy crowd.

"Everyone! This is a testimony to our cultivation world's resistance to injustice and evil. At the beginning, all comrades participating in this battle will be arranged for a trial! Then it will be your sect disciples' turn, and finally it will be open to all comrades. What do you think?"

Ning Ping told the general arrangement in a few words.

In this way, not only the fellow monks participating in the war were taken care of, but also the forces behind them were taken care of.

"That's right, this arrangement is good! As for our colleagues who don't have the opportunity to enter the grand formation trial for the time being, they can pay their respects outside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded thoughtfully and nodded in agreement.

As long as there is a little bit of self-motivated monk, I am afraid that no one would be willing to miss this opportunity for a trial.