Yuan Xiu urged the Xuanmen disciples to dig a deep hole according to the pattern on the jade slips, and then put the jade with bursts of light patterns into the entrance of the hole. Then he asked everyone to restore the surrounding area to its original state, and immediately evacuated the place.
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After withdrawing to a safe distance, one of the disciples said with some confusion, "Master Yuan, we are not thieves, why are we so guilty?"
Everyone who had been burying their heads in the road suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment. However, Yuan Xiu coughed lightly and said, "You all know Brother Meng Zhao, right?"
After hearing this, several people nodded immediately and showed various expressions, but most of them expressed admiration and worship.
Even the disciple who asked the question had the same expression, and then asked, "Is it Brother Meng Zhao's order?"
Yuan Xiu suddenly said calmly, "Of course! According to him, these things will save us all one day!"
After hearing this, the other people suddenly became serious, and then paid more attention to the empty ring in their hands.
Seeing that his disciple had been fooled, Yuan Xiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't know why Meng Zhao would arrange for them to arrange these things. Since Meng Zhao completed his inspection from the front three months ago, he had given them several large items.
The leader of the tribe asked them to use the jade slip to follow the route in the jade slip, and emphasized that their actions must not be discovered by Cangxin City and Dongzhou Demon Kingdom.
In this way, for the past three months, they have been going back and forth with the coalition forces of Cangxin City and Dongzhou Demon Country. Not only did the Xuanmen disciples become confused, but even the coalition forces of Cangxin City and Dongzhou Demon Country were unable to figure it out.
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Yuan Xiu was not the only one who had such doubts. Ying Lingyu, who was acting together with Qiu Fu, looked at the giant stone clock sinking into the sea and asked doubtfully, "Girl Fu, do you really believe what that kid said? What will happen to this thing in the future?"
Will one day save us?”
Qiu Fu also fell silent, but Ying Lingyu said with some emotion, "This stone clock consumes a lot of precious materials. It is said that the main body of the stone clock is rare elm stone. If it is made into a treasure armor, it can be saved."
One life is at stake!”
Listening to Ying Lingyu's emotion, Qiu Fu remained silent, but she suddenly snorted coldly, revealing her strength in the Heyu Realm.
Then several blood circles appeared around the ship. Ying Lingyu looked at the blood circles that gradually dispersed and was amazed. Qiu Fu, who had been silent, said, "No matter what, as long as you have enough strength, you don't have to be afraid!"
Ying Lingyu looked at the cold Qiu Fu and didn't reply, but said helplessly, "Do you think anyone has your talent?" Ying Lingyu sighed again.
When the other tribe leaders followed Meng Zhao's route, Meng Zhao himself was extremely tired, firstly because he had cultivated the second image of the ancestral witch, which was Zhu Rong, the witch god.
Compared with Jumang Witch God, Zhurong Witch God is not easy to talk to. When Meng Zhao successfully constructed it, a large amount of flames directly filled Meng Zhao's sea of consciousness, catching Meng Zhao off guard.
Fortunately, the sleeping Yan Ling subconsciously used his green flame to resist the flames released by the Witch God Zhu Rong. This gave Meng Zhao a chance to finally control the Witch God Zhu Rong and come into contact with the flame crisis.
Perhaps it was because Meng Zhao's sea of consciousness was burned by the flames of the Witch God Zhu Rong, which made Meng Zhao's image space more stable.
Of course, Meng Zhao was extremely happy with this kind of progress in cultivation, but what bothered him the most was the arrangement of formations. Meng Zhao had been arranging formations in Xuanmen territory, although in the past three months,
Meng Zhao is extremely proficient in the use of formations, but it is a drop in the bucket and is not enough for the entire planet, so Meng Zhao can only sigh while living the life of 007.