The center position above the formation is where the six vines meet each other.
I originally thought the formation eye would be hidden there.
Unfortunately, after careful investigation, I did not find any fluctuations.
I was so helpless that I had to shift my gaze and focus on the six vines.
Six vines, corresponding to six people.
Each person controls a position. It stands to reason that one person will be in charge of the formation and control the whole situation.
Arrays and formations are active when someone controls them, and can maximize their power.
The long-haired old man gave the orders, and he was the leader of the other five people. He was the most suspicious, and he was also the first person I suspected.
Unfortunately, no matter how many attempts I made, there was no formation at all in his position.
As for the remaining five people, I couldn't find time to sense them because a big old hand emerged from the thick mist.
It appeared very slowly, slowly raised its claws and clenched its fist.
"Bah."
The sharp friction sound was extremely harsh, and the mist rolled and undulated.
I stood on the spot, using my index finger as a sword and swiping lightly.
The two collided, and the fist condensed by something unknown did not retreat but advanced, and the momentum rose.
I retracted my index finger and struck with a fist.
My body trembled, my blood surged, and I retreated uncontrollably.
And that fist disappeared without a trace in the mist.
"Tick tock."
The area of the wound previously cut by the long knife increased in size, blood dripped on the gravel, and there was a faint smell of alcohol.
Smells of alcohol?
I squinted my eyes and pondered, always feeling that I had missed some key points.
There was no one else in the killing array, so where could the smell of alcohol come from?
Could it be said that this formation requires the use of wine?
Or am I delusional? Even my sense of smell has changed?
"Continue to change formations," the long-haired old man shouted.
The vast mist seemed to be swallowed up by a ferocious beast. In front of me, a yellow-skinned gourd suddenly floated out.
It is carved with obscure characters and strangely shaped faces.
At the mouth of the gourd, there is a red rope as thick as a thumb.
The other end of the rope is connected to the inside of the gourd, and purple-red juice oozes out.
It wasn't blood, but it had a rotten smell that was disgusting.
The next moment, the juice expanded, and tens of thousands of lonely ghosts flew out of the gourd's mouth.
There are men and women. There are old people and children.
They bared their teeth and claws one by one, squatting in the air, crying miserably.
This was the first time I saw so many ghosts, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.
But when I think about it carefully, it’s wrong. The magic weapon needs human control.
Such as Kunlun Taixuan Sword and Qiankun Seal.
The Nine Palace Dharma Plate of Taoism and the Autumn Cicada Leaves of Xuanmen.
The most precious treasure of each channel, without exception.
Yellow-skinned gourds are real, and so are these lonely ghosts.
Under the influence of my mind, I can't do anything fake.
It is not a false object transformed by spiritual power, nor is it derived from an illusion.
The six old immortals outside the formation changed their positions, controlled the vines, and made no other movements at all.
So, who is controlling the gourd?
I held my breath and concentrated, my mind spinning rapidly.
That hand, the residual smell of alcohol.
What the fat old man said inexplicably: Let’s take it easy, but someone is suffering.
Add yellow gourd.
The formation needs someone to take charge.
All kinds of doubts are superimposed and decomposed.
At a certain moment, my confused thoughts suddenly became clear.
No, not six Keepers, but seven.
The only missing person was hidden in the Soaring Snake Killing Formation from beginning to end.
