"The formation here is actually two levels together."
Ji Ruhua shook her head, and seeing Ding Fan looking at her seriously, she gritted her teeth and continued: "It's not accurate to say there are two layers, but two kinds of aura fused together. It can not only act as a trap, but also
Keep the energy of growth alive.”
Ding Fan's eyes flashed slightly. Ling Aotian had lived here for a long time. In terms of understanding and cultivation, he was far ahead of Ji Ruhua. Why didn't he discover the mystery?
"If you dare to talk nonsense, tear it into pieces immediately!" Leng Ling'er threatened.
With a shiver, Ji Ruhua chatted with her teeth and said with a sad face: "Although this is the first time I am trapped here, the magic circle has been damaged before, and the energy flow is very uneven. I think about escaping from here every day, so I observe
It’s more detailed.”
Makes sense!
Ding Fan's eyes lit up, he waved his hand to Leng Ling'er to step back, and then asked: "According to your statement, where in the magic circle is the energy obviously uneven?"
"There are eight places in total, corresponding to eight directions respectively." Ji Ruhua seemed confident. She bent over and searched carefully for a moment, pointed to one place, and said loudly: "Leader, this is one of the places. Starting from this, the rest
You can find it anywhere.”
Leader!
Wu Weiqiang was very excited and impatient.
Ding Fan nodded slightly, and Wu Weiqiang rushed over immediately, his expression changing from concentration to uncertainty, and finally a look of ecstasy.
"That's right, Alliance Leader, there is Shenxuanmu here!"
The soul-sealing formation was already in dilapidated state. Wei Teng, Ling Zifeng, Leng Ling'er and Wu Weiqiang stood in four directions and fired out auras in the two directions they occupied.
Ding Fan's divine eye determined the core of the magic circle, and the flying sword took action!
There was a loud bang, the ground trembled, dust and mist flew in all directions, and the soul-sealing formation no longer existed!
At the same time, the small wooden house and the simple daily objects in the courtyard disappeared.
Wu Weiqiang almost threw himself to the ground, slapped the ground with his bare hands, and exclaimed: "It's just below, it's just below."
The flying sword circled out again and submerged into the earth in an instant, but then emerged from the next direction, and then sank into the earth again until eight deep pits appeared.
With a grab from the air, eight pale golden translucent objects appeared in Ding Fan's palm.
Not the same as imagined!
I can't feel any breath. Each one is about the size of a thumb. When held in the palm of my hand, even eight of them are as light as nothing.
Wu Weiqiang almost cried with joy. He knelt down and shouted hoarsely: "Congratulations to the leader of the alliance. Congratulations to the leader of the alliance for getting eight pieces of sacred wood!"
"So young?" Ding Fan couldn't help but wonder.
"The Divine Mysterious Wood condenses the chaotic energy of heaven and earth, regardless of its shape or size. When a monk is resurrected, he can use a century-old divine wild rice plant, a thousand-year-old bamboo shoot or a ten thousand-year-old lotus root for his body. The Divine Mysterious Wood is the finishing touch!" Wu Weiqiang was excited!
There is no way to add more.
"So, how many monks can be resurrected with a piece of sacred wood?" Ding Fan asked again.
Everyone also pricked up their ears. Wu Weiqiang's words still surprised them, and they cheered.
"At least, a thousand names!"
Ding Fan looked at the sacred wood in his hand, and his heart was surging, as if he was holding the lives of thousands of fallen monks.
Ji Ruhua's mouth was wide open and she stood blankly on the spot.
My head was in a mess, and I was confused after what I heard, but it was a great skill to be able to revive a monk.
But those who possess this ability respect Ding Fan respectfully, sighing secretly that their intuition is right and they are not worshiping the wrong mountain.
"Second brother, I will leave these sacred trees to you for safekeeping."
Ding Fan put the sacred wood into a storage ring and handed it to Wu Weiqiang.
this……
Wu Weiqiang's handsome face was full of gratitude, and he kowtowed heavily again. Without saying anything, he bowed and took it with both hands.
Ji Ruhua has made a great contribution!
The merit is so great that it is better than any binding contract.
Ding Fan was very happy, put his hands behind his back, and said to her generously: "From now on, just follow Ling'er honestly."
"Yes! Thank you, leader! Thank you, master!"
Ji Ruhua was so excited that she burst into tears, and Leng Ling'er rolled her eyes.
A spirit ghost has no tears, he really knows how to act.
"If you dare to have second thoughts from now on, your soul will be driven to pieces!" Leng Ling'er threatened fiercely.
"I don't dare, I don't dare!" Ji Ruhua shuddered again, "Being able to leave from here is a gift of reincarnation. How dare I have other thoughts."
snort.
Leng Ling'er then smiled and waved her hand, and a flower condensed with innate Yin energy floated out and landed on Ji Ruhua's eyebrows, forming a mark.
Under the dim light of the misty forest, it looks charming and charming.
When he first came to the Ghost Realm, he had a big harvest. Ding Fan was in a good mood. He left the forest hut where he would never see him again and teleported all the way!
Although he didn't go through the ghost land, what he saw at the road signs was shocking, and Wu Weiqiang admired Ding Fan even more.
"The spiritual master has the ability to bring the dead back to life. Do you know why there is no spirit emperor in the spirit world?" Ling Zifeng asked on the way.
"The Spiritual Emperor is everywhere! He will never die, but his mission is different in different periods." Wu Weiqiang answered very firmly.
"Is it possible in the human world?" Ling Zifeng asked again.
"The human world is the source of the soul. This may not be impossible." Wu Weiqiang answered quickly. Although it was not clear, his tone was somewhat certain.
Wei Teng grinned and joked: "Brother Ling, if you really see the Spirit Emperor in the human world, will you follow him or follow Brother Fan?"
Ling Zifeng still looked calm and calm, and said with profound meaning: "Why should we choose? The Spirit Emperor and the alliance leader both shoulder heavy responsibilities, there is no difference."
hey-hey!
Wei Teng's smile became even wider, "You guys from the spirit world are really unhappy when talking, and you always like to play riddles. I don't have these twists and turns, I just follow Brother Fan!"
"Me too!" Leng Ling'er added.
"Me, me too!" Ji Ruhua was running away. She didn't hear what she was saying and raised her hand hurriedly.
Come to Flowing Light City again!
There is still flowing light all over the place, and this beautiful flowing light is the direct cause of the death of the great monks in the city, which is daunting.
By scanning with his divine eye, he can not only easily see through the flaws, but he can even bend the streamer to avoid it, allowing him to easily exit a safe area.
So, Ding Fan strode into the city.
Soon, Wu Weiqiang made a judgment that the layout here was very similar to the spirit world.
The streets are clean and wide, lined with shops, and occasionally low-level flying magic weapons can be seen passing through.
Wu Weiqiang let out a sigh. Although he died, he still did not forget the habits of the spiritual world. He was really unwilling to die.
Soon I arrived at the last shop. The shop looked half smaller than before. The shop owner was sitting at the door in a daze. He caught a glimpse of a group of people walking towards him. He turned around and was stunned.
The leader was an imposing figure, with a pair of starry eyes shining with perseverance, and the corners of his pursed thin lips were raised, forming an everlasting faint smile.
His appearance and features are so impressive. Is this kid not dead yet?