It's good to have ideas, but you can't just stop, after all, if these hidden weapons can't be contained, all the greetings are enough on him, and he must throw off some distance.

Thinking of this, he jumped back and forth between the wooden stakes with the wind under his feet, causing a lot of hidden weapons to collide with each other, and when he adjusted the accuracy again, he was already a beat slower, until only a few hidden weapons chased him, and Zuoqiu Maocheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As he had expected, after he stopped, the weapons were unprepared one after another, and began to sway five feet away from him, and soon they all fell to the ground.

"It seems that this Zuo Wang has led the troops to fight for many years, and he has a bit of a brain." Jun Mad slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at Hei Lao.

Hei Lao didn't say much, and still lowered his eyebrows and stayed by the side. He knew that Jun Mad didn't mean to talk to him, he just wanted to comment, and by the way, he probably reminded him not to underestimate the enemy.

Jun Mad also cares carelessly, the black old and the white old have their own characteristics, the white old is very active and interesting, the black old is much more restrained but there are few mistakes in doing things, which is also the reason why Jun Mad thought about dragging him into the Necromantic Temple instead of the Holy Spirit Temple after Zuoqiu Maocheng entered the Unbounded.

Zuoqiu Maocheng stood in the center of the plum blossom pile and breathed a sigh of relief. He made a good bet, but in the Necronomicon Temple, the consumption of demonic energy has doubled several times, and Rao is that he has rich reserves, and he also feels that he can't stand it anymore.

"Where do I go next?" He tried to move between the two wooden stakes, and even ran around several wooden stakes, but he didn't see any hidden weapons chasing him, and he was relieved a lot at the moment, just thinking about how to quickly find and enter the upper floor to see more antiquities.

But just as he was about to leave the plum blossom pile, he found that he couldn't get out. No matter which direction you go, you feel like you're going back to the center. Obviously, the meaning of the existence of this plum blossom pile is not a killing array at all, but a trapped array, a very complicated trap array.

Zuo Qiu Maocheng lowered his eyes and found that every wooden stake was glowing slightly, which was obviously a manifestation of the formation being activated, and what surprised him the most was that these one hundred and eighteen wooden stakes were all formation bases.

If he wants to leave, he can only destroy more than half of the formation base or the most important one, and the obviously most important one will not be placed under his nose.

At this time, Jun Mad was smiling and looking at Zuoqiu Maocheng who was dizzy. He turned to ask the Black Elder, "Do you think it is possible for him to discover the mystery of these stakes soon?" ”

"The subordinates don't want him to find out." Because he found out, it means that the formation base is not well hidden, and naturally it is better for Zuoqiu Maocheng to find it later or even not find it. He secretly turned Jun Mad's casual words into a temptation for him.

Jun frantically raised his forehead, and sighed helplessly: "Can your mental activities not be so rich, if you want to be rich, you can also show me the richness in person." "Even if it is a faint change in aura, as the master of the Life and Death Spirit Palace, Jun Mad can also feel it, why Hei Lao is so restrained, he has no clue at all, he can only take the initiative to find a topic.

"Damn it!" As soon as the old black knees were weak, he was about to kneel.

"Ahh He just wants Hei Lao to let go a little bit and communicate happily like a good friend, why is it so difficult!

If you want to communicate normally with Hei Lao, it is really difficult to reach the sky, if it weren't for the idleness, Jun Mad would have given up long ago. Now he is just looking for Hei Lao to watch Zuoqiu Maocheng's greedy face together, and there is nothing to do next to him, but the person standing here next to him can ossify the atmosphere, which is simply overwhelming.

"Master!"

"No, it's okay......" Jun Mad took two deep breaths in a row so that he wouldn't explode immediately, "Let me tell you this: Mrs. Bai is open-mouthed, but at least she is still active; As for you, you're too old-fashioned and lacking in life, and it's good to combine the personalities of the two of you. ”

"May I ask the master, what does it need to be synthesized into?" The black old man's businesslike attitude made Jun crazy and wanted to explode on the spot.

"I like not to be afraid of me, to be outspoken, but to remember that I am the master and not to climb on my head. I don't mind if you are my equal, we rarely see each other, can't you treat me as a friend? "Jun Mad tried to warn himself that he must maintain the attitude of a good master, and not to take the road of tyrant with a single thought.

Hei Lao frowned in confusion, and his afterglow kept looking at Jun Mad's expression, as if to gauge whether this person was joking.

"Put away your observations, if you don't do that thing to my liking, I'll tell you directly, you don't have to." Jun Mad cleared his throat, "I said it ugly, I may only come to embarrass you once in thousands of years, and when I want to embarrass you, do I still need to care if you are restrained or not?" Don't make a fuss, the air pressure is all down by you. ”

Hei Lao seemed to be still confused, but he didn't dare to show any more, just stood silently behind Jun Mad and watched Zuoqiu Maocheng's performance.

While they were talking, Zuoqiu Maocheng was working on destroying the wooden stake, but this wooden stake seems to be mediocre, but it can be placed on the ground for a long time without rotting, could it be an ordinary product?

These pieces of wood have been passed down from the ancient years to the present, and Hei Lao has also spent a lot of effort to make them what they are today, and it takes only a few thousand years for the formation of the formation to be formed, and the existence of the Spirit Hall of Life and Death will be counted from the ancient years.

In short, the cultivation of the two elders of black and white is definitely no less than that of the famous emperor, and it took such a long time to make one hundred and eighteen wooden stakes from these giant trees, and Zuoqiu Maocheng wanted to destroy them in one breath, how could it be?

After attacking many times in a row, Zuoqiu Maocheng finally gave up, he gasped roughly, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead.

If he changed to the usual, he talked about a hundred or ten times, even if it was a thousand attacks, it might not make him sweat a little, but the environment here was different after all, and his demonic energy consumption was too intense. Even if you don't do anything, you just stand there and breathe in and out, and the demonic energy is also draining.

This kind of situation, which is difficult to replenish only by consumption, is very embarrassing in the eyes of ordinary monks, and it can be said that Russia is life-threatening, but for demon cultivators, it is not so fatal.

He simply meditated on a wooden stake, constantly recalling the beauty of various antiquities outside, Xiao thought about how powerful and beautiful the upper level was, but he was trapped in this square stone room, and he couldn't get out.

As soon as he thought of this, the hatred and resentment in his heart continued to grow, although it was not as quick as enjoying the fun of slaughtering the negative emotions in the human race and devouring the soul, but in the end, it also enriched the Wufu that he once felt a little empty.

(End of chapter)