From this man in black, Yun Feiyang could feel the evil rotten smell wafting from his body, and he understood that this trap was to trap their Yun family.
If they don't die, Mo Changgeng's formation won't be able to withstand it for long.
After all, no matter how you say it, Mo Changgeng is just a Yuanying realm monk.
Perhaps in the eyes of most ordinary monks, Yuanying realm monks are already existences that need to be looked up to, a ceiling that countless monks cannot touch throughout their lives.
But in the eyes of those strong people, the Nascent Soul Realm is just a stronger ant.
What's more, the three of them are just Tao clones, they will die if they die!
It's just that in order to look presentable, they need to make some preparations, otherwise the secret will be exposed if they blow themselves up.
Blood, meat scraps, bone scraps, these are all things that need to be prepared.
If after Nascent Soul self-destructs, what explodes is a handful of crystal powder. Anyone with a discerning eye will know it is fake at a glance, and cannot treat a strong person as a fool.
Of course, if it was just like this, they wouldn't have to put in so much effort to fool people. The main thing is that their clones are a little special.
If these evil cultivators knew that their clones were so special and that a small spiritual crystal doll could contain such powerful power, there would be no need for the Yun Family to exist.
When the time comes, these evil cultivators will search desperately for their family master.
If they hadn't felt that preparing human flesh was a bit inappropriate, Yun Feiyang and the others would have even thought of using other people's corpses instead. After all, human corpses were more realistic than pig corpses.
After the impassioned chicken soup was finished, while Wen Liang and Mo Changgeng were dumbfounded, Yun Feiyang and the others instantly escaped from the formation and rushed towards the man in black.
Faced with Yun Feiyang and the three of them jumping out to die without knowing their own strength, the man in black burst out laughing. Without any courtesy, he stretched out his hand to pinch their necks, one with one hand, and the other was directly stepped on by him.
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"Since you Yun clan won't come to save you, then I have no choice but to kill you so that you can get some interest back. This is what you get for offending our gods, go to hell!"
Click!
Boom boom boom!
When the sound of broken bones in the neck was heard, three roars exploded directly in the secret room shrouded by the formation, and blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere.
The man in black didn't react slowly, as if he had already guessed that they would do this.
The figure flashed behind him, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, directly pushing back the air wave generated by the self-destruction, "Huh! Even in the Nascent Soul realm, you dare to overestimate your own capabilities!"
He didn't even bother to look at the blood stains, flesh and bone fragments scattered all around, but his consciousness swept across, trying to capture the consciousness of these three people.
But what disappointed him was that the consciousness of these three people seemed to have completely exploded into residual spirits.
"Even the soul will self-destruct, is it so decisive?" The man in black sighed softly.
After sighing, he laughed again, "I don't believe that your Yun clan can stay on Feiyun Island all your life. Once your clan members appear in the future, come out one by one and see how many Nascent Soul monks your Yun clan can cultivate.
Come!"
Then why not go directly to Feiyun Island?
Emm…
Isn’t that looking for death?
A lesson learned from the past!
The man in black muttered to himself, glanced at the formation where Wen Liang and Mo Changgeng were, turned around and disappeared.
Mo Changgeng and Wen Liang both breathed a sigh of relief when they felt the man in black outside the formation disappear.
They could also feel that the other party probably didn't want to kill them easily. As for the reason, all they could think of was that 'the other party might not want to offend Qingxuan Sect'.
But when I think about it carefully, they feel a little bit different.
They didn't know who the other party was. Even if Qingxuanzong knew something was wrong with them and came over to investigate the matter, couldn't they escape during this period?
Naturally, they didn't know that the organizations of the gods didn't want to really lead the strong men of Qingxuan Sect to this Red Dragon Ze. The spiritual vein in the ground was about to be formed... Well, they said five years ago that it was about to be formed, but in five years
In the past, it was still close.
Before they get the benefits of this village, they don't want the strong men of the Seven Sects of Yuezhou to get involved, otherwise they will really have nothing to do with these evil organizations.
A spiritual vein, maybe the big sects of the Seven Sects of Yuezhou still look down on it, and they won't come here to fight with other sects. But if something happens to one of their sects, they will definitely come here.
, when the time comes, we will hug the grass and hunt rabbits...
Emm…
"Killed?"
When the man in black returned to the large underground cave, someone asked.
"It's just three Nascent Soul cultivators, how can they cause any big waves?"
"Did you get any useful information from their souls?" someone asked.
The man in black shook his head helplessly, "Those three Yun monks are so decisive that even their souls have exploded. They can't find any useful information from those remaining spirits."
The leading supervisor in black shook his head and said: "Forget it, prepare to sacrifice! By the way, let me mention their strength again. This time the sacrifice is so rich, the gods must be very happy!"
So, several men in black knelt down and worshiped the large and small statues, opened their arms, and began to chant those weird sacrificial words, sometimes in a low tone, sometimes in a high tone.
The space above the statue began to tremble as if it was alive, and then slowly opened a crack, and black mist emerged from the crack and spread.
Gurgling black mist emerged, eventually blending into the statues below.
Blood mist rose from the blood pool and converged towards the statues.
Lines of blood rose from the statue into the sky and fell into the crack.
It was as if I could hear a distant, low and strange murmur coming from behind the crack, like an ancient call, like a poet singing softly.
Zhong Qing and the other five also knelt behind the men in black, learned the same movements, and sang the sacrificial words skillfully. The expressions on their faces were no longer the entangled ones before, but instead revealed a sense of excitement.
Eat the marrow and know the taste, this is their situation.
…
In the underground passage outside, the clones of Jun Buqi are accelerating in deciphering formations. They have found a certain pattern in these formations.
These formations were arranged by the same person. After deciphering these formations, in order to prevent the person who set up the formation from continuing to use these formation plates to form a new formation, his clones took the trouble to gather these formation bases.
In fact, these arrays are also a kind of wealth, even though they don't look like much.
When the other monks saw this situation, they didn't say much. After all, these formations were cracked by others, so what could they say?
Furthermore, these monks didn't seem to think much of those arrays.
Finally, clone No. 1 Baotou Lu Bu and his fellow monks encountered a golden formation and saw two familiar monks.