Yang Shuilan looked at the nervous three people opposite and asked casually.
After she became familiar with her fourth-level divine power and acquired several good treasures, she became almost aloof from the younger generation of the Witch Clan. More than five hundred years ago, she was famous for her fighting skills among the female cultivators of the Witch Clan.
He was tricked by an old guy, and he cut off his cultivation and entered the Shinto.
Zhang Wenfeng told the truth and said with a smile: "We have had several dealings with each other, but there is no friendship."
There had never been a chance like this to block the woman who had escaped from his hands several times with her life in an underground cave like this.
He knew that even if Yang Shuilan broke up with the Wu Clan, she still had a very complicated love for the Wu Clan, especially the Bai Wu Clan, just like Wei Yan, the land master of Baihu Ridge, had complicated feelings, so he was not in a hurry to take action.
Once a person who values feelings establishes a friendship, he will not betray easily. This is one of the reasons why he is willing to deal with Yang Shuilan.
Yang Shuilan smiled: "The little girl is very powerful!"
He was able to "fight" with Zhang Guanzhu several times, and he was still able to jump around so much that he deserved a compliment from her.
Some of Zhang Guanzhu's methods are already as good as those of the elderly defenders who were still alive a few years ago.
Many powerful sorcerers have died in the hands of Guanzhu Zhang, but he is not a pitying master.
Chu Qing'er was dressed in a neat purple outfit, which made her figure look slim and exquisite. Her beautiful face was not stained with muddy powder dye. She sent a message to her two companions to be calm. Last winter, Yang Shuilan was in the Wu Clan's territory.
She made a scene and beat Elder Zhou Zhi in front of thirty or forty shaman cultivators until he was unable to fight back. She had heard about it.
But when we meet in a narrow road and there is no way out, we dare not act foolishly and provoke the delicate and tender former Water Goddess in front of us.
Regarding Yang's temper, the elder shook his head and said two words: "Hot!"
"Chu Qing'er, a descendant of the White Witch, pays homage to Madam Yang."
The shaman warriors and diviners behind her bowed slightly and saluted, but said nothing.
Yang Shuilan stared at Chu Qing'er's right hand on her chest, where the cuff had slipped and exposed a section of her fair wrist. There was a string of purple and black beads on there, with only five beads left, and said: "No need to be polite. We are destined to meet each other, Chu Qing'er,
I'll give you two choices. One is to follow us to explore the ancient ruins here. Life or death depends on your fate. Don't expect me to rescue you if you encounter danger. The other is to stay here and leave after dark, and come back to explore the ancient ruins in the future.
Don't ruin my good things this time."
She heard from Guanzhu Zhang that the historic site here was briefly opened in the afternoon during the Four Evil Days.
Zhang Guanzhu has spent a lot of effort to make preliminary preparations. She cannot let the three descendants of the Wu clan who are obviously here to hunt for treasures spoil their joint plan this time. She will not kill them and prepare to trap them until dark.
, leave with them.
She had heard about the ancient ruins at her feet more than five hundred years ago. At that time, this cracked and stretching ravine was called "Miasma Canyon". It had a little reputation and was filled with white mist all year round. At that time, it was like a forbidden area.
It exists and cannot be easily approached by other witch cultivators.
A few years ago, she went to the territory of the Wu Clan and passed by. She did not see the scene covered by the miasma. She thought that this place had been opened by a few old guys from the Wu Clan. Unexpectedly, the head and tail were left behind.
This time, after receiving the invitation from Guanzhu Zhang, she immediately agreed and came.
No matter how powerful the formation restriction is, it has experienced five hundred years of spiritual energy decline and depletion, and it cannot be replenished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is also unsustainable in the early stages of the spiritual energy tide. It is a good time to break it.
The black-faced man who was a shaman and warrior asked in a deep voice: "I wonder why Madam Yang wants us to stay?"
Yang Shuilan didn't care about the other party's attitude and said: "I will set up a water trap. You stay inside and are not allowed to go out before dark."
The black-faced man knew that Shinto had many insidious methods of restraint. Hearing that the Water Goddess chose to use formations to trap them, he didn't say much.
Chu Qing'er briefly communicated with the two of them for a few words. It seemed that there was a dispute. She took a few steps to the side and said: "I am willing to follow Madam Yang to explore the ancient ruins here."
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
The Goddess of Water recognized the string of beads she had exposed on purpose, and she also knew that Empress Yang missed her old love.
Then follow along and maybe drink some leftovers.
The black-faced man and the divination master will stay here by default.
People had to lower their heads under the eaves. They finally calculated the exact opening date of the monument here. They never expected to collide with Yang Niangniang and the treacherous Taoist. They were not easy to provoke, so they could only endure it for a while and try to calm down.
The combined power of the two might be able to break through the water-falling formation arranged by Madam Yang in advance.
Yang Shuilan looked at Guanzhu Zhang, and saw Guanzhu Zhang smiling and nodding, as if he was not dissatisfied with the three shaman cultivators who were exploring alone with them, and the two of them stayed behind. She also smiled. Guanzhu had a sinister and cunning side, but he was still upright and honest towards himself.
No one has anything to say.
With a wave of his hand, dozens of crystal water drops fell five feet away in the corner. The white mist on the ground slowly rose in a cylindrical shape, forming a semicircle above it, forming a simple falling water array.
The black-faced man and the divination master walked in silently, unable to resist, and asking for conditions would be humiliating themselves.
Yang Shuilan threw some blue water droplets to Chu Qing'er and said: "You are very smart, but you must take precautions. You can hold this 'water rind liquid' in the palm of your hand."
Chu Qing'er didn't say anything, stretched out her left hand to grab it, and the water droplets turned into strands of cold water and disappeared.
This is a very powerful Shinto prohibition. The woman's determination made Yang Shuilan take a look and said: "Let's go!" She walked forward and walked to the left along the crack passage. There were many such natural cracks in the rope ditch.
Chu Qing'er followed closely, facing Taoist Zhang with a gentle smile, she didn't feel the slightest sense of security.
The donkey came close to the viewer and said through his voice: "This little girl has a very decent figure, she is so charming, and her long legs are unfathomable... Tsk, tsk, she is flirtatious and charming, so eye-catching."
In fact, it doesn't appreciate human women at all. It treats them all the same, deliberately making fun of the viewer.
After staying in Dingxicheng for such a long time, it has casually learned a lot of the vulgar words spoken by those old oily monks. It has to keep up appearances with the younger ones like Little Fatty and hold it back. In front of the viewer, it has
What a fart image, it is just a happy and playful donkey.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand and gave the poor-talking donkey a slap on the butt.
It’s been a long time since I heard Lu Zijin rap.
This guy is out of his element, and he starts talking dirty.
The two people who stayed in place waited for half a quarter of an hour before the black-faced man sent a message: "Brother Mou, they have gone far. Take a look at the falling water formation that Yang Shuilan casually arranged. Where is the flaw?"
The diviner in black opened his eyes, pinched the right hand of the magic formula and pointed at the column formed by the white mist on the left hand side, and said: "Break this one first, see the subsequent changes, and break another one and we can get out.
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"okay!"
The black-faced man raised his fist and struck wildly at the fog pillar formed by the formation.
After dozens of punches, the fog pillar was completely scattered.
At the moment when the mist of the Falling Water Formation filled the formation, the diviner suddenly turned around, pointed his finger in the air where the mist pillar was missing, and shouted: "Hit quickly!" The magic formula in his hand was suddenly released, attacking in the empty mist.
A vague vortex suddenly appeared there.
She sneered in her heart, Yang Shuilan underestimated him too much. She just fell into the water formation, but she wanted to trap him as an formation master?
He sneered at Chu Qing'er's decision to follow Yang Shuilan on the adventure despite his advice. Apart from being good-looking and having an outstanding figure, that woman was simply brainless and stupid. If she was really in danger, wouldn't Yang Shuilan use that woman as a shield?
If you can figure it out with just a little thought, you have to gamble on luck.
The black-faced man struck violently at the exposed vortex of mist, destroying the vortex with more than ten punches.
Seeing the fog dispersing outside, the black-faced man stopped and said with a laugh: "Let's call for more manpower, notify Elder Zhou and Mushan Shen, and block Yang Shuilan and the thief inside the ancient ruins, so they can catch turtles in a jar."
The fortune teller hissed: "Notice quietly, don't make it public, wait for me to calculate the good and bad luck."
A white bone dharma plate appeared in his hand.
Suddenly, a huge suction force immobilized the two people whose expressions changed drastically. A dark hole appeared on the stone wall behind them. The two people who were roaring and fighting were dragged in step by step. Their voices could not penetrate the thin walls nearby.
fog.
The mist flows, and the holes in the stone walls disappear without a trace.