This makes Yu Beichuan depressed. It's hard to say what a mechanism is. It can be big or small. There are many types of mechanisms, such as poisonous gas, flowing water, hidden arrows... there are countless.
Basically, there are general traps, some of which can be seen from the front, and some of which are invisible. Because of this, trying to find the control switch of the trap is a matter of exhausting one's brains and may not be successful. Most of them are confusing.
Hard to guard against.
"What a villain!"
Many people will comment on the behavior of setting up agencies in this way. They believe that those who come out to cultivate and live in the world must be upright. Even if opponents fight each other, they must be upright, win cleanly, and be convinced even if they die.
Therefore, when it comes to traps, hidden weapons, etc., they will be extremely disdainful of this behavior.
In reality, as an effective means of defense, the effectiveness of concealed weapons in preventing enemy invasion is obvious to all.
"Beichuan! What should I do..."
Looking at the Pixiu in front of her, Ran Xilian felt a little scared. The institutions set up by cultivators hundreds of thousands of years ago are naturally different from those created by ordinary people. You must know that they are facing institutions in the world of cultivation.
"have no idea!"
Yu Beichuan answered very simply, without being muddled or secretive, and always maintained the attitude that the facts are the truth.
"Give up, Beichuan."
As long as there is uncertainty that threatens the safety of Yubeichuan, Ran Xili would rather not have these ethereal treasures, even if they are treasures from the great cultivator hundreds of thousands of years ago.
"Let me think about it again..."
Yubeichuan's tiger eyes flashed. He has always been a soft talker.
People who give up.
To embark on the path of cultivation was to act against nature, so he was unwilling to give up so easily.
It was not Yu Beichuan's temperament to return home in vain. As long as his thoughts did not slip, there were always more ways than difficulties. No matter what method he came up with, he wanted to give it a try. Speaking of which, the Pixiu in front of him was nothing more than a dead thing.
"Dead things!"
Yu Beichuan's eyes lit up and he burst out laughing. He felt that the Pixiu puppet he owned was also a dead thing. There shouldn't be any big problem between dead things and dead things.
"Beichuan, we have a solution..."
Seeing Yu Beichuan's happy expression, Ran Xilian couldn't help but become happy. In her heart, what was good about Yu Beichuan was her good, and she was equally happy when Yu Beichuan was happy.
"Pixiu versus Pixiu, even if the dead thing has its mechanisms, there's probably nothing that can be done about it."
Yu Beichuan chuckled and pointed at the puppet in front of him.
"Yes!"
Ran Xilian nodded. As long as Yu Beichuan didn't have to take risks himself, Ran Xilian would fully support him no matter what he did.
"Xilian, get out of the way!"
Yu Beichuan decided to control his Pixiu puppet and stepped forward to take out the storage ring mentioned by Mo Yuan on his behalf.
"Um……"
Ran Xilian replied meekly, twisted her body, and jumped towards the door of the hall.
"Xi Lian, continue to retreat."
Now that he had guessed that Mo Yuan's Pixiu puppet was hiding a secret, Yu Beichuan still felt that Ran Xilian's distance was unsafe.
"rest assured!"
Seeing Ran Xili retreat again, Yu Beichuan felt relieved.
According to previous experience, Yu Beichuan quickly controlled his own Pixiu puppet.
"Forward, backward, jump forward..."
Yu Beichuan became familiar with a series of operations. He felt that the connection between himself and Pixiu Puppet was even closer. The overall flexibility and consistency were better than before, and Puppet's control was as directed by his arm.
"My level has improved and my mental power has become stronger. It seems to be of great help to Puppet Wei's control."
It has to be said that if you can command a large number of high-level puppets, it will definitely have a powerful effect on the actual battlefield.
"What's going on? This little beast hasn't come back yet?"
Compared to Yubeichuan, Mo Yuan was even more depressed.
Yu Beichuan has withdrawn from his sea of consciousness for at least half an hour now. According to convention, he should come back and ask for help.
The Chaos Spirit seemed to be addicted, and the black haze kept moving towards Mo Yuan, constantly sucking out the spiritual power from his body.
Mo Yuan was not sure whether he could last for an hour at this speed.
"Hey! Stop first."
Mo Yuan roared loudly.
"Anyway, isn't my qualification comparable to that of a native in the early stages of cultivation?"
Mo Yuan roared at the sky. He believed that the treasure existing in Yubeichuan's spiritual world must have its own spiritual consciousness. Judging from Yubeichuan's previous performance, Yubeichuan must not be able to fully control this treasure.
"You know, I was only one step away from becoming a god."
When it comes to this point, Mo Yuan has unlimited confidence.
"Become a god?"
An old voice sounded in Mo Yuan's ears.
"Are you talking about me?"
An old man appeared next to Mo Yuan.
The old man's eye bags were deeply sunken, and there were only a few white hairs left on his head. The deep wrinkles on his old face were engraved with the vicissitudes of time, and the hunchback on his body was arched upward, like a huge burden.
.
"god!"
Mo Yuan yelled in fear.
"Really God..."
The identity of the old man in front of him is exactly the state that cultivators dream of reaching.
No matter what, Mo Yuan recognized him at a glance.
The charm of God cannot be replaced by any feeling. God is God!
"No, no, the legendary god is immortal!
"
Mo Yuan almost collapsed.
"Immortal..."
The old man sighed deeply.
"You have experienced that era, just like the planet you are on now, it is also in the process of destruction."
"No, it won't."
Mo Yuan was panicked. He couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.
"You know, even God can't escape from those imprisonments. Who is God in front of them?"
The old man said mockingly.
Yubeichuan naturally does not know all these things about the sea of consciousness.
If he knew something, I really don't know how scared Yubeichuan would be. After all, all this is really incredible.
"In fact, I am about to be destroyed..."
The old man said quietly.
"Thank you for the power of your soul for awakening this ray of consciousness in me."
The old man bowed to Mo Yuan.
"This boy's luck is really good!"
The old man said with a smile without any hesitation.
"I want to know why you chose him instead of me."
Mo Yuan was unwilling to give in and threw himself into the world of sea of consciousness in Yubeichuan. No matter who it was, seizing one's body in that situation was the only chance.
"God's will, is this God's will?"
Mo Yuan murmured to himself.
Everything seemed to be arranged. He broke in and awakened the ancient soul consciousness hidden in the Chaos Spirit of Yubeichuan in advance.
"God willing……"
The old man chuckled, "Then let's believe that this is God's will."
"Tell me why you didn't choose me!"
Mo Yuan roared angrily.
"The protagonists of the times, you and I have become a thing of the past..."
"ah……"
Mo Yuan raised his head and shouted violently at the sky.
"Annihilation!"
The old man sighed quietly. In just a moment, under the old man's eyes, Mo Yuan disappeared, leaving only a pink inheritance in the air.
"Oh, boy, you have to walk your own path after all!"
The old man stretched out his hand and wanted to destroy the pink mass of inheritance.
"Hey, that little girl is half a zombie..."
The old man paused, "Maybe it's suitable for her!"
The old man waved his hand, and the pink mass of inheritance shot out from Yubeichuan's sea of consciousness and headed towards Ran Xilian's sea of consciousness.
"Leave these, it's time for me to leave!"
The old man sighed helplessly, "I hope one day he can see all this for himself."
"Boy, the future path is up to you."
Yu Beichuan was shocked.
A flash of consciousness returned to his own sea of consciousness world, where the figure of an old man gradually disappeared.