Crookedly, under the leadership of Iron Face, the three evil cultivators passed through the huge digital labyrinth array as they wished.

When they looked back at the number labyrinth circle, the behemoth of numbers had disappeared in a large white mist.

At this moment, a large curtain of colorful light descended from the sky, cutting off their consciousness and sight.

A moment later, the colorful light curtain collapsed, and the scenery in front of the three evil cultivators changed again, and they arrived in a brand-new formation space again.

To be precise, it's an inky world.

Flowers and trees, mountains and rivers are all in the posture of ink painting, exuding a powerful charm and power, which makes the viewer breathtaking.

And the amazing thing is that these scenery are moving, flowing like water. Before it was still a bend of the stream, the next moment it was a majestic mountain, before it was still a flower and a grass, and the next moment was a waterfall and a clear pool. Before, it was still a small lotus tip, and the next moment it was a flying fish hitting the water.

And the switching between these scenery is irregular, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

It's all magical and unpredictable.

"What kind of place is this, are we in the middle of calligraphy and painting?" said the bald man, touching his bare head.

"It's a black world. Iron Face said bluntly.

The "Qingyan Monk" narrowed his eyes, carefully spread his sense, looked at it carefully, and then said: "This is one of the "books" in the six arts of Confucianism. It's a kind of illusionary power. The illusion of the book is different from the ordinary illusion, which often disturbs the sense of vision or hearing with illusions, thus causing illusions and fear to the caster. However, one of the books of Confucianism is also known as the power of writing and condensing truth. Using the power of writing as a guide, condense illusions with powerful attack power. Compared to ordinary illusions, the power of writing condensation focuses more on the effects of attacks. False and real, people can't guard against it. So, we have to be extra careful every step of the way. ”

"Let me first release the spirit worm to test it, most of the illusions are launched against people. For spirit worms, most illusions are ineffective. The bald man "Flying Insect Venerable" said.

"Since you are so confident, it is up to you to test it, and you must not be self-defeating. The power of writing in front of us relies on the big array, and if it is really activated, the three of us will be in trouble. Our mission is to find the magic pattern that the demons left here thousands of years ago. "Qingyan monk" instructed.

"Please rest assured that you will be cautious in the next place. The bald man replied respectfully.

Although it was the first time he had heard the word magic pattern, the bald man knew that the things that Lord Shadow was interested in would be unfathomable, and it was not something he could guess.

The bald man first cautiously looked around. He stretched out a hand, flipped his palm, and dozens of flying insects the size of a grain of rice appeared in his palm. These flying insects are translucent, but they are not the floaters-shaped spirit insects that bald men usually use, their appearance is closer to that of bees, only much smaller.

Then, the bald man squeezed out a drop of essence blood from the fingertips of his other hand and dripped it on the bodies of the little worms in his palm.

The little insects smelled the blood and immediately became excited, and they crowded and devoured it in large gulps. In the blink of an eye, he ate all the drops of essence and blood.

Next, the bald man recited the secret words of controlling the insect spirit in his mouth: "The god of insects, my blood is the guide, the heavens and the earth are omnipotent......"

I saw dozens of small bee spirit insects in the bald man's hands flying up from his palm.

They first circled around the head of the bald man, and then spread their wings and sped away in all directions. They are small and unchecked, their voices are slight, and there is hardly a trace of spiritual power fluctuations emitted from their bodies.

Sure enough, those little bee spirit insects were not disturbed by the inky world around them, and went straight in the direction specified by the bald man's divine sense.

When the bald man saw that his little bee spirit worm was successfully released, a smile appeared on his originally nervous face and said, "Lord Right Envoy, these bee spirit worms of mine have just sucked a drop of my essence blood. And that drop of my essence blood has the breath of the Demon Dao Elixir bestowed by the Shadow Lord. As long as there are fluctuations similar to the spiritual power of the Demon Dao in this space, they will always be found by these spirit worms of mine. ”

"Qingyan Monk" didn't answer, just nodded, what he wanted was the result.

Then, the bald man sat cross-legged in a serious manner, closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

A moment later, he turned into a sword finger with one hand, a little of his eyebrows, and a little white spiritual light flashed.

The pattern of a caterpillar on his bald head suddenly writhed like a living thing. It's three points ridiculous, and seven points is terrifying.

Immediately, a special wave of divine consciousness rippled out like a tide from the sea of consciousness under his heavenly spirit cover. Invisibly constantly communicate the messages sent back by those bugs that were released before.

The bald man's ears seemed to hear the subtle humming sound of those little bee spirit insects.

After a moment, the bald man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a glint in his eyes.

He hurriedly stood up, didn't have time to straighten his clothes, walked quickly to the Qingyan monk, and arched his hand: "Your Excellency, twenty miles away from the east side of this place, there is a huge demonic power fluctuating, maybe the demonic pattern we are looking for is there." ”

Qingyan Monk said with a serious face: "No maybe, are you sure?"

"Please reassure your right. My dozens of bee insects seem inconspicuous, but I have painstakingly sifted through hundreds of millions of bee insects. Their probing power is within thirty miles, and they can't go wrong. I can vouch for it with my bald head. ”

Qingyan Monk glanced at the bald man, his eyes stopped on the caterpillar pattern on his bare brain, and he secretly thought in his heart, your bald head is worth the value of a worm.

Afterwards, Qingyan Monk looked at the two people in front of him: "My action this time was due to the military order of the Shadow Lord. If it doesn't work out, my head will move. The Shadow Lord treats us well on weekdays, and the current mission is a secret mission that the Shadow Lord has been planning for many years, and there is absolutely no room for failure. If this mission can't be successful, what's the use of the two of you keeping your heads on your necks?"

The words of "Qingyan Monk" were like imposing a military order on the bald man and the iron face, and the bald man and the iron face on the side were frightened and did not dare to make a sound.

"Qingyan Monk" looked in the direction of the east side, and then said, "Without further ado, let's go and have a look." Venerable Flying Worm, you lead the way. ”

"Yes. ”

The bald-headed man "Venerable Flying Worm" carefully led the way in front, and the Qingyan monk and the iron-faced duo followed.

As the bald man walked, he kept throwing out tricks one after another, positioning and communicating the location and information of those small bee spirit insects released before at any time.

In this way, the three of them walked ten miles towards the east, and although the inky scenery around them changed spontaneously, they did not launch any attacks on the three of them for the time being.

But the three "Qingyan monks" have always been vigilant. They knew in their hearts that the ink flowing around them was a poisonous snake, which looked soft and flimpy, and if they really attacked, it would probably be a fatal blow.

"Stop. Qingyan Monk said suddenly.

The "Qingyan Monk" stopped and looked to the east.

The bald man who walked in front and led the way, and the iron face behind him also quickly stopped.

Qingyan Monk looked at the bald man and the iron-faced man with a serious expression: "I repeat, the next task cannot be missed. Otherwise, the moment you fail the mission will be the time when you two are buried together. ”

The words of the Qingyan monk spewed out like a nail for life, listening to the ears of the bald man and the iron face, as if nailed to their hearts, and the two couldn't help but snort at the same time.

The two of them stood in front of the Qingyan monk in an orderly manner, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they all lost the evil tyrant that the evil cultivator should have.

In the face of absolute power, even an evil tiger can turn into a timid kitten.

But seeing that the Qingyan monk raised one hand, a cloud of black gas rose out.

The black gas melted away, and a pitch-black ghost banner appeared in it. The ghost flag is as high as a zhang, and there are pale golden ghost runes circulating on the surface, making a slight whining sound, I don't know if someone is crying, or the ghost flag scares away the passing breeze.

It is the magic weapon of the thousand-faced ghost, the Seven Evil Ghost Flags.

Immediately afterwards, the Qingyan monk pinched the trick with one hand and pointed towards the ghost flag on the opposite side.

The ghost banner trembled, and a large cloud of black ghost mist immediately spit out from its surface. The ghostly mist rolls out, outlining the ghost head of a giant two-horned demon.

The next moment, the two-horned demon opened its mouth and sucked it in.

A black wind swirled on the surface of the Qingyan monk's body.

As soon as the black wind fell, the Qingyan monk disappeared, and there was more "Zhang San" who was not good-looking, with a pair of small eyes like soybeans.

Then, with one move from Zhang San, the Seven Demon Flags turned into a black light and was withdrawn by him.

At this moment, Zhang San looks like an ordinary person on the outside, but his eyes are full of the evil tyrant of evil cultivation.

"Is this the essence of the Right Envoy?" muttered to the bald man.

"The right envoy is worthy of being a ruthless thousand-faced ghost, and I don't know how many people are used as ghost slaves by him. Iron Face thought to himself.

The ghost slave of "Qingyan Monk" was newly accepted by me not long ago, and the following battle cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. To be on the safe side, I'm going to act in this way for the time being. You two don't stare at me, it's not me. Anyone who has seen my true nature is now dead. Zhang San said.

The bald man and the iron face were shocked in their hearts at the same time: "Evil cultivation!"

Next, Zhang San flipped his wrist, and there was an extra purple demon spirit jade in his palm.

As soon as the mana was urged, there seemed to be a purple snake swimming on top of the demon spirit jade pendant, and it made a subtle buzzing sound.

"There's indeed a demonic aura ahead, but I'm not sure it's the demonic mark we're looking for. "Zhang San" said.

"The right envoy, the small one is right. The bald man said as he touched his bald head with his hand.

The bald man secretly rejoiced in his heart: "My head is temporarily saved." With the evil temper of this right envoy, if I am wrong, I am afraid that even ten of my heads will be taken off by him. ”