At a command, all the monks from the holy land rushed towards the crowd.
"this......"
Just when someone wanted to ask a question, the monk from the holy land opposite him slashed him with a knife.
Although he knew that the scene before him was an illusion, the cultivator still reacted instinctively and slashed out with his palm.
"Bang..."
The monk was thrown backwards by a huge force.
"Ah!!...Everyone be careful, this is not an illusion, this is real!"
“Boom boom boom…”
Before he could finish his words, a series of attacks came and many of his companions were thrown backwards.
"ah......"
"puff......"
For a moment, there were screams of pain, and many people were seriously injured by this wave of impact.
I saw those monks from the holy land, each of them exuding a powerful aura, and those in the front were mostly monks in the Spirit Transformation Stage and the Fusion Stage.
"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 surprise, many people even felt as if they had really returned to the altar of the holy land.
There was a great chaos among the entire group of monks, and it was finally stabilized with the help of Hu Buwei and Hong Shi.
"This formation is quite interesting!"
After making the move, Hu Buwei was surprised when he sensed the attacking force coming from his hand.
Even the aura of laws emanating from those monks from the holy land was very clear and vivid. Upon careful sensing, there was not a trace of abnormality or stagnation.
If Hu Buwei had not known that all this was an illusion, he would even have doubted whether it was true or not.
A familiar battle broke out again.
At this moment, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts. This familiar scene seemed like a reincarnation.
"I don't know what this formation is called! It's so amazing!"
"I never thought I'd get a chance to fight again!"
"Yes! It's exactly the same as that day!"
"You may not know this, but there are no Mahayana cultivators right now."
"That's right, there were several Mahayana masters fighting together at that time!"
"I never thought this battle would be so difficult! I salute all of you fellow Taoists!"
Even Gu Dang, who had always been nonchalant, now looked solemn and bowed seriously to everyone present.
Seeing Gu Dang like this, other cultivators who had not experienced this battle also showed admiration.
This made all those who had managed to survive the battle stand up straight.
He kept saying he didn't dare, but in his heart he felt extremely proud.
"Ning Ping, it's done, almost done!"
Seeing that the monks were struggling to resist, Gu Dang immediately raised his voice and shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the space twisted and three figures appeared.
The three people were Ning Ping and Dian Ji, father and son.
With the appearance of these three people, all the monks from the holy land who were rushing forward froze in place.
They all maintained their original movements, some kept flying forward, and even the expressions on their faces remained as ferocious as before.
"Haha! Does this formation impress the eyes of fellow Taoists?"
Ning Ping couldn't help but feel happy when he saw how embarrassed they looked.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, what's so special about this formation? Why is it so amazing?" A cultivator looked at the sword beam that was about to fall overhead with lingering fear and asked curiously.
"This formation..." Ning Ping glanced thoughtfully at Dian Ji who was silent beside him.
"The name of this formation is - Monument!"
"Monumental Formation......!!!"
Everyone had a thoughtful look on their face.
It is obvious that the other party does not want to say more due to some concerns, but after careful consideration.
The name of this formation, Monument, really fits this place and the meaning it holds.
"As for the details, let fellow Daoist Dian introduce it to you!"
As Ning Ping spoke, he let Dian Ji, who was beside him, step aside. With a wave of his hand, all the monks from the holy land who were frozen in place disappeared instantly.
"Dianfu, you participated in the construction of this formation throughout the entire process, so you will be the one to introduce it to all of you fellow practitioners!"
Dian Ji smiled faintly, but gave this opportunity to his son Dian Fu.
When everyone heard this, they all smiled kindly. Dian Ji's goal was naturally to let his juniors show up more often, become familiar to everyone, and become famous.
"My fellow Daoists, this formation is just as Senior Ning said, a monument!..."
Seeing his son talking calmly and freely, it seems that his originally shy personality has improved a lot over the years.
This change is closely related to the daily interactions with Ning Ping over the past hundred years.
With this in mind, he looked at Ning Ping with gratitude.
After a brief introduction, everyone was surprised when they learned the effect of the formation.
"I can still conduct trials in this formation in the future. This is a really good idea!"
"That's right. From now on, all fellow Taoists will be vying for a chance to see the monument."
"Hey... let alone the other juniors, even I feel like I've benefited a lot from the battle just now."
"That's right! This is an opportunity for us!"
"No, I have to inform the clan quickly..."
“…”
For a moment, everyone started talking about it, and immediately realized the great opportunity contained in it.
You know, having experience in such high-intensity battles is an intangible wealth for a cultivator.
Not only can your own practical skills be improved, but you can also observe other people's methods and broaden your horizons.
The higher your cultivation level, the more important your vision becomes. For example, if you have never even seen something, there is no way you can understand it.
"Everyone, everyone, listen to me!"
At this time, Ning Ping stood up and calmed the noisy crowd.
"Everyone! This is a testimony to our cultivation world's resistance to injustice and evil. Initially, all fellow cultivators participating in this battle will be given a trial! Then it will be the turn of your sect disciples, and finally it will be open to all fellow cultivators. What do you think?"
Ning Ping briefly explained the general arrangements.
In this way, both the fellow monks participating in the war and the forces behind them are taken care of.
"That's right, this arrangement is perfect! As for those fellow practitioners who don't have the opportunity to enter the grand formation trial for the time being, they can watch from outside!"
When everyone heard this, they nodded in agreement thoughtfully.
I'm afraid no cultivator with a little ambition would be willing to miss this kind of trial opportunity.
