With a wave of his hand, the river was diverted! This was the first time Zhang Shuo had truly seen the methods of the Great Monk!

Because the treasures that Fu Cicada needed were "just there" in each sect, it only took one day for Fu Cicada to "repair it".

The monks are not stupid, of course they can see such coincidences, but even if they realize this, they are still happy, because only by contributing these treasures can they get the opportunity to enter the cave!

Why do you say that? The passage to the cave is there, can Fu Cicada be able to control the entire passage alone?

Of course, Fu Chan can't control the entire passage, even if he cultivates to the top, he can't stop the siege of more than ten great cultivators in the entire cultivation world, even if he adds Yuan Xiu!

However, Fu Cicada can't, it doesn't mean that the two immortals in the cave can't!

Few people in the entire cultivation world knew the old beggar, but many people knew Mr. Xu, and they all knew that it was with Mr. Xu's help that Fu Chan was able to successfully find the Immortal Cave Mansion from the East China Sea and obtain the treasures of the immortals.

Therefore, with Mr. Xu guarding at the other end of the passage, Fu Cicada is equivalent to controlling the entire passage, although the human immortal is the first realm of the three realms of immortals, but it still carries the word "immortal"!

In ancient times, from opening up the spiritual aperture to cultivating to the perfection of the whole body, the entire stage was called the "mortal realm", and the difference between "human" and "immortal" was not just as simple as a "mountain"!

Because the formation was to be built in the middle of the Zhejiang River, in order not to block the waterway, Fu Cicada stretched out his hand, and the surging river water parted from it like a docile sheep, forming a fork!

In Zhang Shuo's eyes, this is no longer a simple use of aura, this finger has already had the rudiments of spells!

What is a spell? A spell is a Taoist technique that relies on mana to be cast! Only when a monk breaks the barrier between heaven and man can the aura of his body be transformed into mana.

Zhang Shuo has always had a strong interest in the formation since he saw the Sword Pavilion's mountain protection array, so when Fu Cicada arranged the formation, he had been carefully observing it from the side, but unfortunately, from beginning to end, he didn't have a clue at all.

The so-called formation, in Zhang Shuo's opinion, is nothing more than a huge stone platform of unknown material, on which are erected four copper pillars, and the copper pillars are engraved with dense runes.

Intuition told Zhang Shuo that the focus of this formation should be those runes on the copper pillar, but these runes were circling around, and Zhang Shuo had a headache when he saw it!

After the formation was laid down, there was no need to wait for the sun and the moon to alternate, Fu Chan took a group of monks who were ready to launch the formation and entered the cave sky.

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"White, what do you think of this?"

Fernand took out an iron box from the inner pocket of his trench coat, opened the lid, revealing a neat row of cigarette rolls, and he skillfully pinched one cigarette with two fingers and put it in the corner of his mouth, and then put the iron box back in the pocket.

"What do you mean?"

White and Fernande have been partners for more than a decade, and when Fernande put the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, he pulled a match from his arms and handed it over.

"Damn, I forgot to bring matches again! Why didn't you remind me when you went out this morning?"

Fenander scolded and took the matchbox handed over by White, pulled out a match, and with a slight stroke, the orange flame instantly burned on the top of the match, he lit the cigarette with the burning match, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated look.

After a while, Fernande took a puff of his cigarette and said slowly, "Man, don't you think that's weird?"

"What's so strange about that?" White said, glancing at his partner, "or isn't that what happens like this?"

"No! it's different!" said Fernand, holding the cigarette to his finger and shaking the ash slightly, "Some of the people we met before were all dead, and some of them were lucky enough to escape, but they always had something unclean on them, but these two people are different......"

Hearing Fernand's words, White thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, they are indeed too clean, not like the style of those things!"

"But since it's not those things, where are the three missing people?" said Fernand with a frown, "Also, this Mad's claim that he forgot everything and does look like the power of those things......"

"Hey, hey, hey, old man!" Seeing Fernande's pensive look, White quickly raised his tone and said to him, "You don't need to care about these things, don't forget, we've already quit!"

"Oh, don't do that, White!" said Fernande, helplessly.

"Now, we just need to report the information of the investigation to the headquarters truthfully, and the headquarters will send the right people to investigate this matter. White ignored Fernande's complaints and said with a straight face.

"Fernande, you have a son who is in middle school, and I have two lovely twin daughters......" Fernande wanted to say something, but White stared at him with serious eyes and said slowly, "We're all old!"

This is the eastern border of the Flommans Empire, and here, there is a village called Dawn.

The village is no different from ordinary villages, with young people looking forward to going to the city in search of a chance to make a fortune, and old people lying on haystacks and quietly watching the sunset......

But if someone drills into the underground of Dawn Village, it doesn't need to be too deep, only ten meters, and he will find a huge surprise! Of course, this surprise is not a treasure buried deep underground, but a solemn underground castle!

The entire underground of Dawn Village seems to be hollowed out, a winding stone staircase connects dozens of stone gates, like an upside-down castle, and at the top of this castle, that is, the deepest part of the underground, there is only a room full of bookshelves, and between the bookshelves, a bald old man sits.

Galtu Norman, an ordinary scholar in the Age of the Old Gods, is now the president of the Demon Hunter Guild, one of the leaders of the Freedom War, and is known as the "Gravekeeper of the Old Gods"!

Whoosh——! a piece of parchment flew off the bookshelf and unbiased onto the desk in front of Galtu.

"Oh?

Galto raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose and slowly unfolded the parchment, and the quill on his desk flew up automatically, slowly writing one word after another on the parchment.

"Let me see, Whispering Mountains...... Three people are missing...... Survivor amnesia ......"

Seeing these news, Galtu frowned, he pulled a thin rope beside him, and after a while, a man in a black robe slowly walked in.

"President, what's wrong?"

"Goode, those things have reappeared, you send someone to investigate, I have a bad feeling......" Galtu said with a worried face as he handed the parchment to the black-robed man.