Liao Huaixian's true yang mallet fell, and a cloud of white gas suddenly emerged from the mud underneath, which was a sign that the condensed yang qi broke out in a short period of time, and the water vapor transpired appeared.

The two hands that were around his neck suddenly broke inch by inch, and finally turned into several pieces of char.

Liao Huaixian looked carefully, it was two arms made of wood, which were the characteristics of yin and yang ghost arts, he didn't have time to think about it, he pressed it on the ground with one hand, his body spun up suddenly, and the arm that grabbed his ankle was twisted by him, and the root joint was broken suddenly.

As soon as he turned over, he stood up, only to see the wet mud on the ground churning, and his dark arms stretched out, like countless poisonous snakes with their heads raised.

Liao Huaixian's heart was clear and abnormal, so many ghost hands could never be all real, only some of them were transformed by yin and yang ghost magic, and the rest were all manifested by the formation.

Huang Shaotang didn't care so much, let him have a hundred and thousands of tricks, and he just crushed the past. Everywhere he went, the ghost hands were scattered, and black gas curled.

But Liao Huai knew that this was not the way, and concentrated more on calculating the formation changes, but the more he calculated, the more cold he became, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and soon the whole person was soaked with sweat.

This dueling is like a master game, and the fight is by no means brute force, but a competition of mental strength and intelligence.

If it's a chess opponent, it's fine, at most it's tiring, but if you meet a master whose level is twice or even several times higher than you, the torture is unimaginable.

Liao Huaixian was already calculating with all his energy, but with every step he took, he found that he was taking a wrong step, as if he was walking a maze that would never end, and the person playing against him was above him, overlooking him, tightly grasping the overall situation.

Man is a sword, I am a fish!

This is the only situation at the moment.

In the face of such despair, Liao Huaixian couldn't give up, because once he couldn't hold on, Huang Shaotang would inevitably be trapped and die here.

Under the double pressure of mental strength and physical strength, Liao Huaixian only felt that his eyes were dark, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

I felt that the figure around me flickered, and in the haze, I saw Huang Shaotang's cold face appear in front of him, and quickly clicked on his heart.

"If you can't come to the skillful, you will come to the hard one!" Huang Shaotang shouted in his ear.

Liao Huaixian's brain was excited, coupled with the blood spitting out, the depression in his chest was mostly gone, and his spirit was lifted, and he saw that Huang Shaotang had already strode forward, and all kinds of ghosts kept crawling out around him, but he didn't care whether it was true or not, he swept them all away, and seeing him like this, he was going to push it sideways.

Liao Huaixian hurriedly chased after him, cast a spell to scatter the ghosts that rushed towards the two, and followed Huang Shaotang and shouted: "This formation is huge and delicate, it definitely can't be arranged overnight!" ”

"How?" Huang Shaotang asked expressionlessly sweeping the ghosts that followed one after another.

"It should have taken a long time to set it up slowly, months, maybe even years!" Although Liao Huaixian thought that he couldn't crack this formation, he had been immersed in the magic number for so many years, and he still had the confidence to judge this point.

The subtlety of a formation is related to the level of the people who set it up. The higher the skill attainment of the person who arranged the formation, the more profound and mysterious the formation was naturally arranged.

But if it is said that the size and delicacy of a formation depends only on the effort it takes to arrange this formation, which cannot be changed by either a master of magic or a mediocre skill of a number.

For example, a relatively basic "ghost hitting the wall", this kind of formation is known to anyone who has studied the magic and strange doors.

But even if it is a ghost hitting the wall, different people have different patterns when they are arranged, and the most obvious difference between the master and the low hand is that the ghost wall arranged by the low hand is easy to be broken, while the ghost hit the wall arranged by the master may make you unable to get out of it when you turn to death in it.

But whether it is a master or a low-handed ghost hitting the wall, because it only takes a lot of time to arrange it casually, it has one thing in common, that is, it is simple.

For example, in the forest, the ghosts hit the wall, and the people in it turned around, which was nothing more than the forest they had just walked through, and in the cave, the rock walls that were all the same and endless.

But this wetland is different, the details inside are so complex that they are creepy, there is reality in the virtual, and there is fiction in the real, even a master of mathematics like Liao Huaixian can not distinguish which part is real and which part is virtual.

In order to achieve this, it is needless to say that the skill of the person who arranged the formation is high, and more importantly, this formation must have taken a long time to carefully arrange.

This time is likely to be measured in years!

Moreover, this wetland is not in some deep mountains and old forests, and there are many tourists during the day, but this formation has not been discovered at all, which can only show that this formation is used in the layout of the hidden method, and most of the key structures are likely to be hidden deep in the ground or puddles

Usually the formation is dead, and only after it is deliberately activated by someone will this formation manifest.

What kind of person would be able to operate in this wetland and spend so much energy to operate such a formation, and what is its purpose?

The more Liao Huaixian thought about it, the more frightened he felt.

"Whatever the man's purpose is, go out and talk about it!" After listening to Liao Huaixian's analysis, Huang Shaotang's expression was not too moved.

At this time, he no longer divided into south, east, west, and northwest, but only looked in one direction and pushed forward.

Liao Huaixian knew that it was not possible to do such a brute act, but he knew that with his own skill level, he really couldn't crack it with skill.

Seeing that Huang Shaotang was arrogant and brave, he was also aroused, so he simply didn't care about anything, like a rookie who didn't know how to do anything at all, and collided with Section Chief Huang.

The two of them ran for a long time, killing from here to there, and they didn't know how many waves of ghosts were surging up, but after these things were killed, wave after wave, this wetland was still the same wetland, the vast water pool, the endless reeds, did not change in the slightest.

Liao Huaixian is old after all, and his physical strength is beginning to be exhausted.

It was impossible to ask for help from outside, he had already checked his mobile phone, there was no signal, and it was obvious that the people who set up the formation would not make such a low-level mistake.

"Is it okay?" I heard Huang Shaotang ask in front.

"Of course!" Liao Huai smiled first, and at this moment, his feet suddenly sank, and most of his legs were swallowed by the mud at once.

This is obviously on the ground, of course, it is impossible to suddenly turn into a swamp, and it is obviously a manifestation of the formation.

Huang Shaotang saw the opportunity very quickly, kicked back, and kicked a piece of rotten wood next to him to Liao Huaixian, his body swept up, and when he stepped on the wood, he had to use his strength to rise up again and pull Liao Huaixian out of the mud.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the piece of wood suddenly turned into a gloomy mud puddle, and with a scream, he hugged Huang Shaotang's ankle and sank suddenly.

Liao Huaixian tried his best, snatched out a treasure wheel seal at the last moment, and pressed it towards Huang Shaotang in the air. He was swallowed by the force, and his body suddenly sank into a large section, reaching the waist.

But as long as this treasure wheel seal can push Huang Shaotang out, it will be worth it!

But before he could finish his thoughts, three black shadows swished out of the mire, one hugged Huang Shaotang's other leg, and the other two rushed towards the door in front of him.

This is a real ghost, not a phantom, once it is pounced, with the ferocity of these ghost babies, it will immediately be the end of blindness.

Huang Shaotang closed his legs, pulled out his arms, and split the four ghost babies into a few fragmentary puppets, but his body inevitably fell into the mire, and his feet suddenly sank into the quagmire.

Huang Shaotang's hands were quickly folded on his chest, his five fingers were combined, and the seal was pressed downward, and the muddy water splashed, and he was about to rise from the ground with this force.

But before he could pull his body up, several ghost hands suddenly pierced out and dragged him down in a hurry. At this point, Huang Shaotang had nothing to borrow, and was dragged into the mud with a brush.

He sank more fiercely than Liao Huaixian, and it suddenly didn't reach his chest.

At the same time, countless ghosts emerged from all directions, whether they were virtual or real, and they jumped up one after another, rushing down towards the two of them in one go, like a dark cloud pressing down on their heads.

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