When the figures of Suning and Jing Guanjue appeared beside the creek thousands of meters away, on the towering trees with lush leaves, the three Wen Dian killers who were waiting for the opportunity immediately restrained their weak auras and hid them deep in the formation.
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The leading man in black held a bright yellow talisman in his hand, tilted his body slightly forward and said: "Remember, the moment the two of them fall into the maze of confusion, third brother, you must activate the "Light-Shielding Formation" as soon as possible."
"Although this world is an abandoned star realm from 20,000 years ago, it is still the territory under Qiao Wantang's jurisdiction."
"If there is too much movement, it will definitely not be hidden from her mental perception that remains in the world."
"The light-shielding formation was personally refined by our ancestors. The formation is a world of its own and can effectively hide half a stick of incense from practitioners below the semi-saint realm."
"In this half column of incense, I will first hold Jing Guanjue away and not give him a chance to help."
"You and Er Er join forces and help me deal with Suning as quickly as possible."
With a low tone, the leading man in black did not forget to carefully warn: "You must be careful and force that kid to use up the trump cards given to him by Luo Chen."
"Control your time and never exceed half a stick of incense."
The sleepy third brother with a round face and big head swept away the confusion of being half asleep and said energetically: "Brother, don't worry, if something goes wrong when dealing with an ant from the small world, my brother is willing to cut off his head and use it as a pawn for you."
Kick the ball."
The second child, who was as skinny as a monkey, laughed and agreed: "Yes, the three of us brothers worked together to serve our ancestors. We have carried out more than a hundred assassinations, large and small, and have never lost a single one."
"It has never happened before, and it is even less likely to happen today."
The leading man in black's eyes flickered, and he locked eyes with Suning who was following Jing Guanjue through the breath gathering formation and said, "He has inherited from Jiang Lin'an, the nine-type magical power that is unprecedented in the world."
"If you have more time, I wouldn't mind you touching his memory."
"Compared with the limited creations granted by our ancestors, Jiang Linan's own magical powers are the biggest gain from our trip."
"That man was once the most promising person to ascend to the sixteen great worlds."
With emotion in his heart, he greedily licked his chapped lips and said: "Even if we can't penetrate it with our current cultivation level, magical power is magical power after all. Who can guarantee that it will not give us opportunities that we would not otherwise have had?"
"Isn't this a divine blessing?"
The sleepy third brother still wanted to speak, but Suning and Jing Guanjue flew closer and closer. His open mouth slowly closed and he immediately raised the small jade slip with "Light-shielding Formation" stamped on it.
"Junior Brother Su, please stop and take a rest. I always feel that something is wrong ahead."
Jing Guanjue, who was waving a folding fan in a cool manner, flew down from mid-air, stepped on the muddy swamp duckweed, looked around with squinted eyes and said: "It's strange, the chirping of birds, beasts and insects has been completely cut off, and I can't even hear it.
Any external noise."
"It doesn't make sense."
He frowned, tapped his right arm with the folding fan impatiently, and said, "There are many insects in the swamp, and the sound of insects is constantly chirping along the way, which is extremely harsh."
"Why is it that everything is so quiet when we get here?"
Suning asked anxiously: "Is there a demon?"
Jing Guanjue did not reply, but with a wave of his hand, the folding fan rushed forward like an arrow from a string.
"Huhuhu."
The wind roared, and the miasma dispersed layer by layer wherever it went.
Not long after, the folding fan returned to Jing Guanjue's hand. He bit the tip of his tongue, applied it with his index finger, and tapped it hard between his eyebrows.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Junior Brother Su, please protect me for the time being and let me use my magic to find out."
As soon as he finished speaking, his arms trembled, and a large amount of red mist surged around him.
The red mist gathered thicker and thicker, forcing the miasma in the sky back until it completely swallowed up Jing Guanjue, who looked painful.
"The spirit is boundless, the meson is yin and yang. Burn with my essence and blood, and quickly open the ears of the Dharma."
"Sealing all directions, the cave is hundreds of miles away, and all living creatures can be heard."
"boom."
The swamp below was churning violently, with fist-sized brown blisters emerging.
Mixed with dead branches and leaves, the stench is astounding and nauseating.
Suning patrolled back and forth vigilantly, his mind stretching infinitely.
His right hand was tucked into his sleeve, clutching tightly the life-saving trump card given to him by Luo Chen: a full-strength blow from the seventeenth-grade True Immortal.
"How about Senior Brother Jing, are there any monsters ready to attack us?"
