Looking at the embarrassed figure of the short and fat Taoist in the bronze mirror, Yuan Chen couldn't help but pull up a small arc at the corner of his mouth.
"I thought he was some kind of ruthless character, but I didn't expect that he still fell into my trap."
At this time, the short and fat Taoist was all charred black, and his hair had been burnt to a yellowish color and curled. With his chubby body, he looked like a roasted pig on the fire.
"If I hadn't reacted quickly, it would have turned into a barbecue." The short and fat Taoist wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still in shock.
As soon as he realized something was wrong, he immediately took his hand back and at the same time released unrivaled spiritual power to form a shield around himself, and he was still burned like this.
If I didn't react just now...
The short and fat Taoist couldn't help but shudder. Although the flames just now were blocked by his own spiritual power, the huge meteorite with the power to break the sky was staring blankly at him. If it hadn't been for him
I still have a few life-saving spiritual treasures left, but I'm afraid my life is over.
"After all, I still underestimate the mortal world. If you look at it this way, the power contained in this body may not be able to directly destroy this formation. It is better to move forward honestly."
The pudgy Taoist thought for a moment and finally decided to use conventional methods to break the formation.
"I don't believe that your formation is still a fake cycle!"
After passing the level and killing enemies all the way, the power of Zhen Lian's formations was obviously more powerful. The short and fat Taoist finally became serious. There were endless methods of spiritual treasures, beast taming, puppets, and various techniques, which were somewhat similar to Yuan Chen's methods of fighting the enemy.
"He used all the methods recorded in the supreme books. Is he the so-called supreme?"
The so-called supreme in this era of reincarnation is inseparably connected with Yuan Chen, and contains many methods that Yuan Chen has developed and used, so he is extremely concerned about this information.
"If the so-called Supreme is this short fat man, then should I arrest him and torture him slowly?"
A dangerous color suddenly appeared in Yuan Chen's eyes, as if he was thinking about something interesting.
"Forget it, everything is in harmony. This term of heaven is a bit weird. It's better not to make a big fuss if possible." Yuan Chen sighed with regret.
At this time, the pudgy Taoist had found the formation base of the true cycle and was beginning to destroy the stability of the formation base.
"Hey, this formation-breaking technique also has some traces of me. Could it be that this guy really has something to do with me?"
Thinking about the relationship between such a chubby Taoist and himself, Yuan Chen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
The mesh pattern in the bronze mirror has slowly dimmed, the formation base has lost its function in the hands of the short and fat Taoist, and the most important link in the chain formation has begun to collapse.
Yuan Chen smiled slightly and entered the attic in a flash. As the owner of this place, of course he should leave some shortcuts for himself.
A crisp sound floated in the air, and after a series of deceptions, the short and fat Taoist finally broke free from it and walked to the attic.
"I didn't expect that this chain formation could hold me back for so long."
The short and fat Taoist looked at his current appearance and felt a little disgusted. "Although I am very unhappy now, after all, I am here for a visit, so I'd better tidy up my appearance."
He brushed his hands from top to bottom in front of his body, and a spiritual light slowly fell from the top of the short and fat Taoist's head. The area he passed through was completely renewed, whether it was hair, skin or clothing.
"Okay, let's go."
The short and fat Taoist who had taken care of everything stepped forward and walked towards the door of the attic.
The closer you get to the gate, the more you can feel a different kind of Taoist charm, as if there is another brand-new world slowly unfolding in front of you, which makes people yearn for it.
"I didn't feel anything when I looked at it from a distance just now. Now it seems that the owner of this attic is really extraordinary. I must get to know him well."
The short and fat Taoist knew that he had made a lot of noise when he broke the formation. If there was anyone in the attic, he would have known about his arrival, so he directly reached out and pushed the door open, wanting to go in directly.
However, contrary to expectations, the two wooden doors in the attic were like stone breaking a dragon, and even the force of pushing did not cause even the slightest sway.
"Could it be that the owner of this attic doesn't welcome me?" the short and fat Taoist thought, but a surge of anger surged in his heart.
"Damn it, I'm not even angry yet, but you're showing off your temper. You've deceived me so much in the serial formation, how dare you show your face to me?"
Anger arose in his heart and evil grew in his courage. The short and fat Taoist's hand surged with spiritual energy, forming a knife-like spiritual energy blade.
Just when the pudgy Taoist was about to insert the air blade in his hand into the wooden door, the two wooden doors opened without warning.
"You lied to me again?"
The short and fat Taoist was already a little nervous. First he wanted to recruit a disciple, but was tricked by such a young boy into the floating island in the void. Just after escaping from the floating island in the void, he fell into a series of extremely unethical and bottom-line formations.
His experience of being cheated made him uneasy. He always felt that the owner of the attic would cheat him again in unexpected places.
"The mortal world is full of tricks, and there is no good thing among mortals nowadays." The short and fat Taoist complained, expressing his sadness and anguish.
He carefully raised his feet and stepped over the threshold. The short and fat Taoist's spiritual consciousness surrounded him, ensuring that he could escape at the moment of the accident. A light layer of spiritual light had already faintly wrapped him up, and all his defense methods had been put in place.
On the body.
"Hmph, I'm going to go all out this time and see if you can trick me again!"
However, the owner of the attic went against the routine again. The short and fat Taoist walked all the way to the atrium without any accidents. Everywhere he passed was deathly silence.
"There's something wrong. How could it go so smoothly? The owner of this loft must have wanted to paralyze me, so he deliberately placed all the traps in the second half of the loft. Maybe they will appear soon."
Even if nothing happened, the short and fat Taoist did not dare to let down his vigilance. He was still highly focused, and nothing around him could escape his detection.
Walking all the way to the backyard of the attic, the pudgy Taoist still didn't notice any danger. Just as he was wondering, a chuckle suddenly came from the viewing platform on the third floor.
"They say it's great to have friends from far away. But are you too nervous? Entering my attic with such wariness can easily arouse my suspicion."
Different from the old voice that the pudgy Taoist expected, this greeting was obviously made by a young man, which surprised him greatly.
Except for monks who are approaching their end and have a short lifespan, most monks who are successful in cultivation can freely choose their appearance according to their own preferences, but few can change their voices.
Sound records a person's growth trajectory, and it also changes with time, so it can hardly be faked.
The voice coming from upstairs was clear and simple, clear and soft. It could not be that of an accomplished old man, but rather like a young boy!
Moreover, this voice seems a little familiar?
A ball of fire suddenly rose in the heart of the short and fat Taoist, and he had roughly guessed who the person upstairs was.
Slowly raising his head, if eyes could kill, Yuan Chen might have died countless times.
The short and fat Taoist's eyes were like a pair of sharp knives, piercing straight towards Yuan Chen.
He never dreamed that the young boy he regarded as quite talented would be the one who arranged a series of magic circles and built an exquisite attic.
"Is there some misunderstanding? Maybe this guy's master is the one who set up the formation and built the building? This guy is very cunning and insidious. Maybe he is pretending to be powerful and wants to use his master's work to confuse me."
The pudgy Taoist did not believe that there could be such a stunningly talented young man. The chain formation outside could already stop the person who would become a god. The construction of this attic required the support of profound experience, otherwise it would be impossible to reveal such a long-lasting meaning.
Adding the two together is not something a young boy can do anyway.
Yuan Chen, who was standing high up, looked at the short and fat Taoist's complex eyes and already knew what he was thinking, so he said: "Don't think too much, I set up the formation, and I also built the attic."