The expression on Ma Tengfei's face is very sincere, and he has just the right amount of humor and secret praise, which is really difficult for people to turn away.

But Song Ziyang always felt that this person was making ulterior calculations in his heart.

It's not like it's ill-intentioned, but that face is more like a mask of hypocrisy.

He didn't show anything on his face, just nodded slightly, not salty or light, but secretly vigilant in his heart.

When Chu Yidao heard the name "Zheng Baorui", he was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of understanding appeared on his face, carrying a sword on his shoulder, and he did not speak.

At this moment, the treasure light that originally rose to the sky suddenly dimmed.

"It's time to go in!"

Someone shouted.

Then someone rushed inside.

The force that had always stopped the people from moving forward before had disappeared inexplicably at this moment.

Not to be outdone, everyone used their own means and rushed to the Tower of Babel.

At this time, the Tower of Babel was exposed, and there were only two floors except for the base of the tower.

There were about ten windows on the first floor and eight on the second floor, and when the light had dissipated, the narrow windows were all open.

There was no gate to enter or exit the Tower of Babel, and everyone was squeezed in through these narrow windows.

Song Ziyang and Chu Yidao had a tacit understanding, but they were not in a hurry, and they walked slowly while chatting.

"Aunt Chu...... Okay, Master Chu, how did you see through me all at once?"

Song Ziyang finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, "Now this appearance, even if I look in the mirror, I can't recognize myself!"

Chu Yidao patted him on the shoulder with a smile, laughed, and lowered his voice: "I told you last time, you have a smell that I like, no matter what you look like, the taste will not change!"

"Do you like the smell of me? Now that the rain is pouring down, all the smells have been washed away, and besides, I don't have a fox smell or anything...... Do you have a dog's nose so you can smell it?"

Song Ziyang was still very puzzled, "I really don't understand......"

"What does the smell of your body have to do with the heavy rain?"

Chu Yidao glanced at him suspiciously, and said, "I don't know how your body is different from other people, but you do have a smell in your body that I like, even if it is far away, it can attract me!"

"Huh, isn't the smell of sweat on your body?"

Song Ziyang understood that he had made a mistake, so he couldn't help laughing twice, "Haha...... I thought it was ......"

"Smack!"

Chu slapped him on the shoulder, "The ghost likes the smell of sweat on your body, how can my aunt have such a quirk!"

Song Ziyang only felt a strong surge, and then there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

He bared his teeth in pain, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Sister, did you grow up eating tyrannosaurus meat......?"

But suddenly, his heart moved, and the taste that the other party liked was in his body!

And the only thing that is different in my body is the yin-yang mirror that I have since birth!

As soon as he thought of this, he was suddenly shocked.

This is the secret of his pressing box, and he must not let anyone know, otherwise he will inevitably bring disaster to himself!

At least, until you have enough strength to protect yourself, you must not disclose it to anyone!

He knows this very well.

"Grandma is born with divine power, ahaha!"

His voice naturally couldn't escape Chu Yidao's ears, and she immediately laughed proudly.

"By the way, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail, you don't even dare to show your true face, you don't look like a man!" Chu asked suddenly.

Song Ziyang sighed and said honestly: "I have a secret treasure on my body, others covet it very much, and almost all the big forces in Qingzhou are chasing and killing me, wanting to snatch the secret treasure from me." And I also want to kill them to avenge the three hundred and seventy-eight lives of my master and the sect, but my current strength is too weak, and I am not their opponent, so I can only put on a mask and fish in troubled waters to see if I have a chance to find treasures or kill them. ”

"Among the people here today is your enemy? Tell me quickly, which one is it, my aunt and grandmother cut him!"

Chu Yidao was like a rabbit with fried hair, and with a "swish", he pulled out the overlord knife and shouted majestically.

The monks who were walking a little slower on the side were all startled, lest they suffer an unwarranted disaster, and rushed forward quickly.

Song Ziyang shook his head firmly: "No, I will settle accounts with them one by one, blood debts and blood repayment, I will not borrow the hands of others." ”

Chu Yidao glanced at him, nodded appreciatively, and said, "Well said, this sentence is like a gentleman!"

Then he reached out and patted Song Ziyang's shoulder again, almost knocking him down directly, and said seriously: "Don't worry, if you die, I will help you avenge!"

"Curse me to death, damn it!" Song Ziyang couldn't cry or laugh, teasing in his mouth, but a warm current surged inexplicably in his heart.

He was an orphan since he was a child, and the master raised him as a father and a mother, and he was the only relative. was completely wiped out in the Nine Palaces Sect, and his only relative was gone...... Revenge is the only motivation to stay alive at the moment.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the other party's sincere words, which made this young man's heart full of haze and darkness a little more sunny.

Anyway, there are still people who are worried about themselves, and that's enough.

As they spoke, they walked to the window of the Tower of Babel.

At this time, all the other monks had already broken in first.

The two of them unhurriedly took one window at a time and turned in.

"I actually have another question in my mind that I want to ask you. ”

While Song Ziyang opened the window, he opened his mouth and asked, "Chu Yidao is not your bandit number, what is your original name?"

Chu Yidao also turned into the Tower of Babel, looked around with the sword, and replied casually: "That bullshit name is too motherly, don't mention it!"

“......”

Song Ziyang didn't know what to say for a while, rolled his eyes, simply shut up, and began to look at the situation in the Tower of Babel.

From the outside, the first floor of the Tower of Babel is only a hundred zhang in size, but after entering it, I found that there is a cave inside.

At the feet of the two of them was a mountain, surrounded by an endless jungle, and there was no end in sight, and it was impossible to tell where the boundary was, as if it were boundless.

There was still the roar of wild beasts in the forest, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and above the forest, there was a faint layer of mist.

The fog thinned and seemed to be flowing slowly.

The first floor of the Tower of Babel seems to be a world of its own.

But almost all of the people present were Yin Yang Warlocks, who were the best at magic circles and dragon hunting, and they could all tell that this was a huge magic circle.

And the eyes of the magic circle and the things that suppress the array are rare treasures.

After a brief moment of staring at each other, all the monks chose their own direction and quickly disappeared into the jungle in search of treasure.

Even those casual cultivators were no exception, they were chatting very happily and speculatively before, but at this time, they all looked at each other vigilantly and left in a sullen voice.

They are all scattered cultivators who live in the red dust, who can trust whom?

But faintly, Song Ziyang seemed to see the horse's soaring face, and a smug look flashed.

Soon, on top of this small peak, only Song Ziyang and Chu Yidao remained.

"it, it's good if the treasure is born here and everyone fights for it, why is it so complicated!"

Chu Yidao, who was born in the military sect, was at a loss in the face of such a magic array.

Song Ziyang smiled mysteriously and said, "Follow me." ”

He waved his hand and walked forward.

Chu Yidao did not hesitate at all, and followed him straight.

Stepping into the forest, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

The tree, which originally looked like it was only about three feet, was inexplicably tall at the moment, hundreds of feet, and the trunk was even thicker than the three of them could hug together.

The originally low grass on the ground also quietly reached the knees, and it was entangled in the legs, and the pressure was huge.

Chu Yidao was annoyed by the entanglement of the grass, raised his long knife and slashed out.

Suddenly, a knife was like a hook plow, cutting off the grass layer more than ten zhang away in front of him.

But unexpectedly, in the next moment, these grasses grew wildly again, and they were even tougher than before.

"It's useless, this is all an illusion formed by the power of the magic circle!"

Song Ziyang turned around and walked forward while distinguishing the road, and turned his head to Chu Yidao and said, "Don't waste your efforts, as long as the magic circle is not destroyed, everything in the magic circle can be restored immediately." ”

"Are the grass, the trees, the butterflies and insects, the ants and snakes crawling in the ground all illusions?

Chu returned the knife into the sheath, stretched out his hand like electricity, and pulled out a handful of red-spotted green snakes spitting scarlet letters from the grass on the ground, and looked at it seriously.

The red-spotted green snake seemed to be frightened, struggling hard, but no matter how it writhed, it couldn't escape her white and tender little hands.

"How can I say it, the space formed by this circle can be said to be real or illusory. ”

Song Ziyang shook his head and said: "The independent space formed by such a large array that has survived for tens of thousands or even tens of millions of years may be a certain paradise connected to this world, or it may be an illusion formed independently, and finally evolved into a space magic weapon. The way of the formation is broad and profound, and some Yin Yang Warlocks spend their lives studying it, but in the end they are trapped in it by the magic circle formed by heaven and earth. ”

"Well, these are all my master's exact words, in fact, I don't understand either! I only know a little bit about the magic circle, or maybe I don't even know the skin. ”

As he spoke, his voice a little muffled.

Because he thought of Master again.

The master originally planned to spend his entire life studying the magic circle and exploring the dragon vein, but he didn't want to be attacked and killed by many masters because of a secret treasure when he was in the prime of life.

"I don't understand at all, this magic circle is really boring, it's enough for my aunt and grandmother to have this knife, whoever doesn't accept it, they'll all be cut!"

Chu Yidao casually threw away the red-spotted green snake in his hand, picked up the overlord knife on his shoulder, and gestured twice.

The poor red-spotted green snake managed to escape the clutches, and hurriedly burrowed into the grass and fled into the distance.