Medicinal Immortal

Such a suppression formation, even if the Yuan Ying cultivator came, it is estimated to be half-hearted. Originally, they were worried that the disciples in the temple would suffer a loss, but according to the current situation, in this suppression formation, who will suffer? Maybe!

But, who will set up such a big formation? At least as far as he knows, no one in their temple has the ability to set up such a large formation, then, the only possibility is...

Master Tang!

"In this case, let a few spiritual master-level disciples go in and take a look." The host said, and he went through his mind, and guessed that it is possible to set up such a large formation here, it is estimated that there is no other than the Tang master. Someone else.

Just, when did he go there? They didn't even notice.

"Abbot, let's go!"

Several monks ran over and said, "We are all at the level of spiritual masters. In the mountain forests, we usually cut wood. We are familiar with the place. Let us go!"

Hearing this, the host glanced at them, then nodded: "Okay, go ahead! Be careful."

"Yes." The few people glanced at each other, then lifted their breath and swept towards the mountain.

At this time, in the mountain forest, the people who fell to the ground also stood up. When they saw their strength fell to the level of a spiritualist, the Zeng family suddenly panicked.

"Ah! My cultivation base! How come I became a spiritual master!"

"mine too!"

"How could this be?"

Listening to the panicking voices of the people around, the person headed by the Zeng family sighed in a deep voice: "What is the panic? Our strength has not been abolished, but has been suppressed."

When they heard this, they glanced at each other, and then they gradually calmed down. Seeing the clouds and mist around them, they couldn't help but say: "How can our spiritual power be suppressed? What is it?"

The disciples in the temple have also stood up. They helped the old monk up and saw a white glow around them, and could faintly hear the voices of those in the Zeng family.

The supported old monk waved his hand and said, "I'm fine." But it was a fall. His old bone is still quite resistant.

It's just that there is no formation in this place. He knows very well that there is such a formation here now, and it is still such a large formation that can suppress the strength. Even the monastery and the other elders will probably not This formation.

The only thing that makes sense, seems to be Master Tang. Just thinking about it, I heard the immature voice coming over.

"Aren't you very capable? Why did you fall down? Didn't you still clamor? Are you dumb now?"

When the immature voice came, the Zeng family's face was darkened and they looked around, trying to find where the voice was, but they couldn't see it around.

"Who! Come out!" The Zeng family drank, holding a sword in one hand and staring at the surrounding vigilantly.

When the monks in the temple heard that voice, their eyes flashed. It was Master Tang's voice, and they knew it. So, Master Tang is also here?

Inexplicably, knowing that Master Tang was also in this formation, their hearts suddenly became stable.

"Hiss!"

The headed Zeng family suddenly got hit on the back knee by something, and knelt down with their entire leg, and gasped in their mouth.

Tangning was not far away, playing with rocks in her hand, watching the person hit by her rocks looking around, she couldn't help but sneered, "You are just as capable as you are?"