Mr. Mo took a breath, covered his injured shoulder, came to Chen Yang, and said, "I didn't expect little brother Chen to have such a sharp weapon."
Just now he wanted to come over to save people, but he didn't expect that they didn't need him to bother him at all.
Mr. Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Chen Yang bowed his hand to Mr. Mo and asked: "Old Mo, you went up to look for mineral veins, why are you being chased by these people?"
Mr. Mo shook his head, sighed, and said: "The mineral vein has been found, but I discovered that this place is really a trap as expected. On the top of the mountain, I tried to use the Thousand Mile Telephone Note to contact my fellow sects, but found that there was a barrier here.
No information can be conveyed due to the obstruction. Just when I was about to go down the mountain in person, I finally discovered the terrible trap here. Alas, you shouldn't have gone up the mountain."
Mr. Mo briefly explained what he saw. It turned out that when Mr. Mo was about to go down the mountain, he was attacked by a cultivator who mutated into a monster. After finally repelling the mutated monster, Mr. Mo noticed something was wrong in the process of going down the mountain.
His consciousness seemed to be affected by something, and it began to be stripped away like a cocoon.
As we all know, once the consciousness is damaged, at least it will fall into madness, or at worst, the spiritual power in the body will lose control and the body will explode and die.
Fortunately, Mr. Mo's spiritual consciousness was strong enough and he was vigilant enough to detect the abnormality in time and returned to the mountain, thus avoiding damage to his spiritual consciousness.
What makes Mr. Mo strange is that after observation, he found that some practitioners who came down the mountain did not die immediately after their spiritual consciousness was seriously damaged. After the spiritual power in their bodies lost control, they actually transformed and changed their bodies. This led to
The emergence of mutant monsters.
According to Mr. Mo, he suspected that an ancient magic formation called the Demon Transformation Formation was arranged around the entire black mountain range. This kind of magic formation was only activated in one direction and would not have any impact on the practitioners who entered it, and vice versa.
, once the cultivators in the demon-transforming array want to leave, they must pass through several layers of invisible and intangible barrier restrictions. These layers of restrictions will wear down their spiritual consciousness without the practitioners knowing it.
In a strange way, the spiritual power in his body is converted into the power of demons, which affects the body. While the practitioner loses his mind and becomes crazy, his body is also transformed into a demon.
This was the first time Chen Yang and others heard about such a formation, and they were immediately surprised.
"Mr. Mo, how do we break this formation? If we can't leave, we will definitely be sacrificed to blood by the people who set up the formation."
Chen Yang also briefly talked about the traces of the soul gathering array he found at the foot of the mountain.
Mr. Mo closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before speaking: "Only by killing the person in charge of the formation before the soul gathering array is opened can we avoid having our souls sucked away by the soul gathering array."
After hearing this, everyone was silent.
Because the person setting up the formation was most likely the masked old man in the Celestial Realm.
With the strength of a few of them in the inner realm, there is no way they can compete with them.
Mr. Mo lamented that the other party was cautious. If he could pass on the news, he might be able to attract the experts of the Heavenly Phantasm Realm from Xiaoyao Sect to rescue him. However, the shielding formation here was too weird and strange, and Mr. Mo was still unable to find a way to break it.
Looking from a distance, the top of the mountain was filled with smoke. Chen Yang knew that the threat was on top, but he could not leave this place unless he reached the top of the mountain.
While everyone was discussing, Old Wu shook his head and said: "I will not get involved in this matter. Fighting against the Celestial Phantasm Realm is simply asking for death."
Lao Wu's face was filled with despair and he looked resigned to his fate.
Mr. Mo also sighed. An extra helper from the inner scene realm would not have much influence in front of the masters from the celestial realm.
This trip is almost like gambling with one's life. If people don't want to go, it's hard for them to say anything.
Old Wu left on his own. According to him, he was going to find a safe place to hide for a while.