"Everyone, hurry and attack!"
The group did not scatter but maintained their original formation. Ding Ruozhao shouted, and Zhang Ling and the others began to cast spells quickly, mobilizing all their Golden Core cultivator's aura.
A blurry yellow filled their vision as countless sand-composed stones howled towards them. Facing such a sandstorm firsthand, Zhang Ling immediately felt his divine sense greatly suppressed.
While urging the black gold shield to resist the sandstorm, he continuously slashed with his sword, streaks of blue sword light dancing and shattering the impacting sand and stones.
The others also used their respective methods. For example, Dragon Old Man released a large amount of ice wind, freezing a portion of the yellow sand into an ice wall. Qingmang Taoist released golden light, Ye Zimei released a large amount of fire, etc., to resist the impact of the yellow sand.
However, the endless yellow sand hurricane outside, after being broken, only turned into yellow sand and returned to its original state in a few breaths. If they didn't have other methods, they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Ding Ruozhao, the only one not resisting the yellow sand, was solemnly facing the bronze cauldron not far away, her hands forming seals rapidly, and streaks of spiritual light burst out from her hands, casting a secret technique.
This was the countermeasure the group had discussed before. Once the five-colored spiritual light cover broke, the other four would resist the surrounding pressure while Ding Ruozhao used her methods to secure the treasure, and then the group would immediately retreat.
Streaks of silver light circled around Ding Ruozhao's palms, forming a huge silver light ball. After a few breaths, the silver ball made a sizzling sound, and several bolts of lightning shot out with a *shua* sound.
The sound of thunderbolt flashed by, and a silver thunder instantly crossed the distance of more than thirty feet and twined around the bronze cauldron.
Ding Ruozhao's body glowed with spiritual light, making her appear taller. She directly grabbed the silver lightning. Several bolts of lightning turned into silver chains in her hands, firmly wrapping around the bronze cauldron.
Then came a loud bang, and a muffled sound like a bell rang out from the bronze cauldron. The sound entered his ears, and Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel his mind waver, with a sense of unease in his heart.
Ding Ruozhao ignored this and stomped abruptly on the ground. She leaped into the air, pulling the bronze cauldron with both hands, gradually shifting it from its original position.
The aura that erupted from this woman was powerful, different from the sturdy aura of ordinary cultivators.
Ding Ruozhao also noticed the unusual nature of the bronze cauldron. Although the secret technique she used didn't increase her strength much, it did give her considerable power.
However, the bronze cauldron seemed to be adsorbed in mid-air, with another force acting on the cauldron, competing with her.
"Fairy, hurry up, we can't hold on any longer."
At this time, Zhang Ling and the other three were not having an easy time. As the bronze cauldron was pulled away from its position, the power of the surrounding sandstorm increased.
Countless yellow sands condensed into blocks, and huge stones, large and small, constantly smashed towards them, each strike with a force of thousands of catties.
One attack was nothing to such Golden Core cultivators, and they could barely cope with a hundred attacks.
But the dense, thousands of yellow sand- condensed stones, like shooting stars, crashed down. After holding on for a while, everyone felt a little overwhelmed.
Ding Ruozhao naturally observed this scene and didn't think much anymore. Suddenly, she released one hand holding the silver chain, and a incantation sounded in her mouth. She formed a hand seal and spurt out several cluster of essence, which instantly turned into several mysterious rune.
As soon as these runes appeared, they burst out with a strong spiritual light and submerged into her body.
A look of pain flashed across Ding Ruozhao's face, and her jet black hair was instantly dyed silver-white. As her hair flew, the aura on her body gradually climbed to its peak.
At the same time, the silver chain in her hand also became thicker, and a layer of silver light arcs appeared on the bronze cauldron connected to the chain.
The woman held the silver chain with both hands and shouted, "Rise!"
Suddenly, the other force that was competing with her on the bronze cauldron seemed to disappear, and it was pulled up.
A flash of silver light passed by, and the bronze cauldron was directly pulled to the top of everyone's heads.
After the cauldron left its original position, the sound of the wind howling around seemed to solidify, and the yellow sand stones also turned back into grains of yellow sand and began to collapse.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ding Ruozhao's complexion also improved.
She cast several magic seals on the bronze cauldron, and the treasure rotated twice, flashing with light, and shrank, instantly falling into her hands.
But before this woman could carefully observe this treasure, a *chichi* sound came from all around.
The rock pillars burst out with a strong spiritual power riot, and the wood- generate array runes covering the outside also quickly collapsed.
In a blink of an eye, the rock pillars turned into pitch-black pillars, with mysterious spiritual patterns flowing on them.
With this change, a powerful suction force also appeared on the altar.
The spiritual light particles that had re-turned into yellow sand, as if summoned, quickly rotated and submerged into the original position of the bronze cauldron.
It was originally empty there, but with the countless spiritual lights rotating, a dark hole appeared. Gusts of cold hurricane swept out, instantly spreading to more than thirty feet nearby.
Without anyone explaining this change, Zhang Ling and the others knew it wasn't a good thing.
"Not good, we triggered other formations!"
The surrounding cold wind rolled back formed a powerful suction, pushing everyone towards the black hole.
The two layers of spiritual light covers on Zhang Ling's body flickered, showing signs of rupture. But he couldn't care about these at the moment. With a thought, wind arose under his feet, and he wanted to take off and escape the suction. But as soon as his body left the ground by more than a zhang, a unit of length, the suction pulled him towards the black hole.
Zhang Ling's heart pounded wildly, and he secretly said, " terrible!".
He only had time to condense a layer of yellow light cover on his body. At the same time, another cluster of yellow light also appeared above his head. This was the heavy yuan mysterious light he cultivated. Although his figure was stabilized when added to himself, he could not move.
Then, he patted his storage bag, thinking of taking something out, but the wind pressure outside suddenly increased the suction by more than ten times at this time.
Zhang Ling had no resistance and was sucked up uncontrollably, disappearing into the black hole in a blink of an eye.
A dizzying spin, and darkness filled his vision.
...
A soft light suddenly lit up in a dim and quiet environment.
Zhang Ling used the soft light emitted by the moonstone to observe the surrounding environment.
At the same time, he also internally viewed his physical condition. Although the two layers of shield on his body were broken, his body was not damaged. It was just that the spiritual power in his body was not flowing smoothly. This was not a big deal, and he could recover after a moment of regulating breath.
This is how he felt at the moment.
