It was only a moment, and all the cultivators present involuntarily lunged toward Li Xiaobai below them.
Their expressions changed dramatically, What was going on, and why did they feel an urge to kneel down and receive the sword in their hearts?
Below was lava, and if they went down, it was estimated that all the cultivators present would perish.
Little Monk Liaowang's pupils suddenly constricted. His body was also out of control, and no matter how he stimulated Buddhist Law, he couldn't escape from this controlled state. Most crucially, he genuinely wanted to kneel down and receive the sword. What kind of move was this!
"What's going on, my body is out of control!"
"I don't know, I feel the urge to kneel and receive the sword!"
"Is this his technique? Damn it, what kind of cultivation technique is this?"
"Sorcery! This must be sorcery! It's not just us. Those prodigies also jumped down!"