On the other side, in front of the gate of Murong, the leader of the Jiangnan family and the first family, Yang Shuo rode a high-headed horse, with 10,000 iron horses behind him, looking at the big book "Murong Family" with the golden dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the plaque above his head, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Murong Family? Hehe~ Dare to rebel, today! Murong World, removed! ”

After saying that, a purple light flashed, and the plaque in front of Yang Shuo and the others broke.

And it was at this time that-

Squeak.

The door of the Murong family opened.

Yang Shuo squinted, because there was no road behind the door, and there was no threshold, but it was gray, and the atmosphere was a little depressing like drowning, and the air was filled with blood-colored gossamers like life, which appeared and disappeared from time to time.

It is filled with a sense of detachment from reality.

Yang Shuo's body did not move, his side eyes swept over both sides, and the school officers on both sides of him nodded knowingly, and sent a team of more than 100 ironclad soldiers to enter.

A moment later, wailing and screaming followed......

Hearing these screams, Yang Shuo squinted his eyes again: "Formation? ”

Yang Shuo made a judgment for the first time: "This level of formation is not something that can be made by one family, it seems that the forces of all parties in Jiangnan finally can't help it, and they want to take advantage of this opportunity to test the imperial court." ”

"It seems that you have to show some strength."

With a smile, Yang Shuo dismounted, and then stepped into the Murong family alone.

At this moment, in the fog.

The sound of the piano flickered.

Talk endlessly.

It was played in an ambush on all sides.

The strings fluctuated three or two times, and then there was a continuous sound, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but in the crisp sound of "ding dong", it became more and more ferocious.

In the mist, black shadows suddenly pressed from all directions.

The fog is filled, the view is blocked, and the fear ensues, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the future.

All of this was superimposed in the formation infinitely amplified, turned into a huge momentum, and oppressed.

However, the array is moving, but he is not moving.

……

Outside the array, the crane scarf, the scribe with a face like white jade is sitting on a raised bluestone, playing the Jiaowei qin, the young man in green clothes on his side is half-kneeling on the ground, the jade suppresses the rice paper, and the ink inkstone is grinding more ink with his slow movements.

He occasionally frowned at the fog in the distance.

"The Eighth Prince of the Great Zhou, Yang Shuo, who was rumored to have been taken away by the Third Prince, is the preacher of the Zixia Sect in this realm. It's not unacceptable that he has such strength. ”

"Yang Shuo's personality is changeable, and it may also be related to the Zixia Sect's exercises."

"However, it should be no problem to think about it, although the venue and time are limited, and it is impossible to arrange a complete formation, but it should still be no problem to deal with one person."

Thinking of this, the scribe's frowning brows eased slightly, after all, the formation he laid out was not an unfamous formation, but ranked first on the list of odd formations on the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. The first appearance of this array helped the previous dynasty to block the entire 100,000 army of the remnants of the restoration.

The second appearance helped a martial arts sect block the joint annihilation of the ten great masters.

With such a prestigious formation, the scribes could never have imagined how Yang Shuo could still have a glimmer of life.

And after Yang Shuo, the dragon head, was killed, the problem of these 30,000 soldiers was well solved......

Thinking of this, the scribe's eyes flashed......

……

In the Formation-

The black shadows finally appeared, but they were red-armored soldiers with dull expressions.

And these soldiers are still in a military formation.

In front of him is a huge shield, and behind the shield, there are a lot of spears, beyond the spears, there are archers with strong bows, sturdy wrestlers who are not like humans, are dancing heavy weapons, waiting for the shield to open the door, will rush out at any time like a loose mad dog to tear the enemy to pieces.

The four giant shield walls were advancing, but Yang Shuo was still standing in the middle, not moving and ignoring them.

"Strange, these people give me ...... feeling"

"Hehe~ It seems that the so-called famous and decent people are not so upright in their ways~"

Thinking like this, Yang Shuo's body rushed out like a cheetah-like whirlwind, and his internal forces converged, tentatively smashing on the shield wall in front of him.

While!!

The shield wall stopped, and the blow that could penetrate the armor directly turned out to be a dull thunderous impact.

"The relationship between the formations? Or is it because of the shield itself? ”

Before Yang Shuo could figure it out, at this moment, as Yang Shuo's body approached, between the gaps in the shield wall, countless spears pierced out like poisonous snakes, Yang Shuo frowned slightly, and his right foot was on this pitch-black giant

As soon as the shield stepped on, the armorer holding the shield staggered back a few steps, while Yang Shuo retreated back into the formation with his strength.

But because of this, the area surrounded by the shield wall is much smaller, and the coercion is getting stronger and stronger.

"Wait! Something seems wrong!? Yang Shuo looked around, suddenly came back to his senses and said in his heart: "Tsk! It seemed a little misleading to the touch just now, and it made me feel like I was stepping on a real shield, so ...... No! Perhaps, it's all illusory! This formation is indeed a bit peculiar, but this ghostly feeling is ...... It doesn't seem to be the ...... of the realm."

Just thinking about this, a sudden rain of arrows fell from the sky.

While Yang Shuo observed, the internal force was released, and a shield was propped up, and the arrow rain was all splashed away with "clanging bells".

Long.

Arrows stop.

Yang Shuo's eyes rolled, taking care of the left and right.

"It still feels misleading, but there are too many superpositions of this misdirection, and the truth is true, and the truth is hidden in the false, which is strange...... What kind of formation is this? ”

"Wait!" At this moment, Yang Shuo's eyes flashed, and he said secretly: "In the legend, the number one strange array in the world that has been lost - ten deaths and no life!! ”

After the shock, Yang Shuo quickly adjusted his mentality: "Okay, just take it as an experience, in such an environment, you may be able to complete the breakthrough faster." After all, there is still a surplus of things left for me, enough for me to truly break through to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, speaking of which, the exercises of the Upper Realm are really quite good, compared to the fact that we need to comprehend our own Dao here in order to break through the Great Grandmaster, this kind of cultivation that only needs to be done according to the map is more in line with my mind. ”

Yang Shuo made a decision, however, at this moment-

The sky is again under the weight of an incomprehensible coercion,

In an instant, a feeling of exhaustion struck.

If the muscles are filled with lead, every time you move, the physical loss is several times greater than before.

seized the opportunity, and the red-armored soldiers killed one by one with expressionless faces.

Ding-ding-ding, another series of rapid crashing sounds.

Left thrust, right in, Yang Shuo couldn't figure it out.

The shield array was getting narrower and narrower, and he seemed to have exhausted his strength, even when he stood and observed, his body trembled slightly, and in this formation, the recovery speed of the internal force seemed to have slowed down much.

And at this moment-

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