Six people surrounded him and stared at Bai Xiaowen, not afraid that he would fly away.
Bai Xiaowen said with a smile: "There are six of you, all top evolvers, and you are surrounded by gods. Are you so afraid of my formation?"
"You don't have to use provocation," the mantis man said.
"The more anxious you are, the more it proves that our tactics are correct." Turtle Man said.
Bai Xiaowen glanced at the Turtle Man: "You are the chosen one of the Turtle God, right? I met three of your kin in the Temple of Prophecy, and their fate was not very good... Don't you want to avenge them?"
The turtle man who was as calm as a mountain took a deep breath: "I am waiting for a better time, and you will definitely die."
"Well said, Chalak! Lu Wang is very cunning, we can't be fooled by him and let him find an opportunity." The rough-looking black-haired barbarian said in a deep voice, "In short, we will maintain the current pressure. Based on the place of origin
Due to the special environment, Lu Wang cannot naturally recover his spiritual power. Once we discover that he has absorbed spiritual crystals, we will take turns casting long-range spells to interfere. He will never be able to survive the six of us alone."
These six people have a broad vision and rich combat experience. Although they do not know much about the Eight-door Golden Lock Immortal Formation, they can also judge that it is a trap for the interior of the formation. Its main function is to prohibit entry and exit, but they cannot
Effectively isolate long-range spell bombardment.
The six electors had the same idea, waiting until the formation stopped functioning on its own before launching an attack.
As for the possibility of Bai Xiaowen deploying a new formation before the formation was completed in order to protect himself, the six of them did not care.
Ultimately, their goal is not to kill Bai Xiaowen, but to prevent Bai Xiaowen from becoming the God of Death.
If Bai Xiaowen keeps shrinking by setting up formations, the six of them can continue to waste time here.
What's more, setting up the formation relies on talismans. No matter how well prepared Bai Xiaowen is, he can't spend it endlessly. Whether the talismans or the spiritual crystals run out, it means a desperate situation.
Bai Xiaowen frowned, thinking silently in his heart.
"The six people did not directly try to break the siege. They should be wary of each other. In the final analysis, they are not from the same god's sect, and there is a certain degree of competition between them. It is impossible to work together to control the rear.
Leave your responsibility to others. But if I become the God of Death, it will almost be like declaring victory in advance, so I will be suppressed by the voters from the opposing camps."
However, the six people chose the safe strategy of watching Bai Xiaowen die, which also made Bai Xiaowen somewhat difficult to deal with.
With twelve eyes staring at him, even if Bai Xiaowen wanted to make a small move, it would be difficult to succeed - the reason why he was able to secretly arrange the four-image array while fighting when fighting Gaster was because Gaster was in a fierce fighting state.
, the violent disturbance of spiritual power can cover up Bai Xiaowen's movements in setting up the formation, as well as the spiritual energy fluctuations caused by the formation talismans.
Obviously the previous conditions are not met now.
However, Bai Xiaowen was not panicked. Although there were many strong men in the hostile camp, he was not alone. He believed that the evolvers from the friendly camp would come to his aid soon.
At the moment, Bai Xiaowen sat cross-legged on the Silver Throne, slowly absorbing the spiritual crystals to restore his condition, completely ignoring the six people.
Ordinary people might be irritated, but these six people were extremely calm and calm, staring at Bai Xiaowen indifferently.
The day on the Death Omen Star passed quickly, and night fell.
"It's foggy." Turtle Man suddenly felt something and raised his head and said.
"At night on the Death Omen Star, the underworld vortex sinks and the temperature drops sharply, so it is not surprising that there will be a slight mist." The mantis man said.
"No! Someone is coming." The black-haired barbarian stood up suddenly, and his scarlet eyes shot out two beams of red light, "Who is it?"
In the light mist, a figure slowly walked out.
This is a tall and slender woman, wearing a bright red ancient costume. She has slender eyes with slightly downward corners, shaped like a red phoenix. Her face alone has an invisible arrogance.
"Human woman, which god's sect are you? Report your sect immediately, otherwise you are not allowed to come near!" the black-haired barbarian shouted.
The woman in red clothes smiled: "Vulcan chosen people, you can call me Queen Bee."
"Vulcan..." The six people looked at each other.
"We are not in the same camp as Lu Wang."
"It seems to be a neutral god." The six of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The queen bee smiled and said, "Can you let me pass?"
"No." The black-haired barbarian yelled, "Even if you and Lu Wang are not in the same camp, you are not allowed to pass to avoid variables."
The turtle man persuaded in a gentle tone: "Ms. Queen Bee, there are twelve god-level gargoyles guarding the door of the Castle of Death. Even if we let you pass, it will be impossible for you to pass alone."
Suddenly, another voice came from the mist.
"Haha, what about me?"
This voice has a sense of vicissitudes of life, and it also contains a breathtaking magnetism, which makes people instinctively think that it makes sense.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man standing there quietly. The mist shone brightly, reflecting his face.
"Who are you?" Mantis Man's voice was sharp.
"Qiao Liqun." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Serve the God of Truth."
"The God of Truth!" The six voters looked at Qiao Liqun warily as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Obviously, all six of them knew that the God of Truth belonged to Lu Wang's camp.
Moreover, Qiao Liqun's aura gave the six people an unfathomable feeling, as if they were not facing a mortal, but the vast ocean.
"He is just a person...don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything." The mantis man whispered.
Qiao Liqun said with a smile: "I really don't intend to take action, I just want to talk sense to you."
As he spoke, a paper book with a red cover appeared in Qiao Liqun's palm. He opened the first page and began to read aloud in a measured tone.
"Who is our enemy? Who is our friend? This question is the primary question..."
Although the content of the book read by Qiao Liqun made people feel irrelevant, it had a strange rhythm that attracted the attention of the six people for a while without interrupting.
After listening to a long paragraph, when Qiao Liqun turned the page, Mantis was the first to wake up and said loudly: "Shut up!"
His voice was sharp, like gold and iron across glass, and the other five people also woke up.
"What kind of magic is this?"
"Psychic system?"
All six of them were on heightened alert.
After Qiao Liqun was interrupted, he was not angry. He just shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, this is an irrefutable truth. Why don't you want to hear it? Inhuman races are really unteachable."
Large transparent characters rose up above Qiao Liqun's head. It was the passage he had just read. Each character was as big as a dozen, vibrating in the air, emitting a strange resonance and harmony.
At one time, there seemed to be thousands of people chanting in the air, vibrating in many directions, making the air ripples densely.
Obviously, this is a mental spell that disrupts a large area!