"Whew..."

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But at this time, the mist outside the two of them kept steaming, colliding with the spiritual light barrier, and kept making a low whistling sound.

Above the aura barrier, there are many waves, and the only thing that makes people feel at ease is that everything is still solid.

"The little three-headed primary-level demon spirit wants to break through my star tent, hehe..."The old man's face was arrogant.

As if Xiao Nan looked around, he could clearly feel that there were three gloomy and cold auras circling around him at a rapid pace, and those mist that kept colliding with the spiritual light barrier were under the control of these three gloomy and cold aura.

Obviously, these three primary-level demon spirits don't have much effect on the star tent released by the old man's celestial astrolabe, and those dense fogs can only shake this spiritual light barrier slightly, as for breaking through... As long as the old man's spiritual power is not exhausted, it is basically impossible.

Under the siege of the three-headed demon spirit, the two continued to walk forward for a distance of more than ten zhang.

Under these dense fogs, the ground is still a patch of stone or black, cold earth, and there is no grass.

Just looking at the ground, Xiao Nan felt a little strange in his heart, these dirt looked light black and even faintly had a strange luster, and it seemed to be quite fertile.

It is quite similar to the vegetable soil used by farmers in the countryside to deliberately use various nest fertilizers to grow vegetables.

Although he was puzzled, Xiao Nan didn't care too much, there could be many reasons for this situation, and I believe that if he arrived in the center of this big array, everything should be answered.

The two walked forward for this distance, although it felt like it was flat, but Xiao Nan knew that it was all an imbalance of feelings caused by the maze.

In fact, it should have been heading towards the top of this Skyrim Mountain.

Looking at the completely milky white piece outside the star tent of the Heavenly Star Disk, Xiao Nan couldn't help but exhale softly.

Going so deep into this great array, if it weren't for the old man and the Celestial Star Disk, he really wouldn't be able to retreat with all his body now.

At this time, the old man suddenly sighed softly.

As if Xiao Nan looked curiously, he found that the three-headed demon spirits hidden in the dense fog suddenly gathered together, and no longer controlled the fog to impact the star tent, and the surrounding fog seemed to have faded a lot.

The three-headed demon spirit gathered together, as if they were discussing something, and as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, the three-headed demon spirit suddenly dispersed, revealing a path.

Looking at this appearance, the old man's brows slowly furrowed, and the vigilant voice in Xiao Nan's heart also suddenly rose.

I saw a pale white figure slowly drifting closer from the thick fog.

After the three-headed demon spirit saw this pale white figure, they all slowly condensed into a faint human form and carefully retreated to the side.

"Intermediate Demon Spirit!"

Xiao Nan's eyes shrank slightly, although he had expected that there would be a middle-level demon spirit here, but when he really appeared, his heart still tightened slightly.

A mid-level demon spirit could not be created casually, and the conditions for its condensation and formation were at least ten times that of a primary-level demon spirit.

And its strength is also close to five to ten times that of the Beginner Demon Spirit.

It is unlikely that such monsters exist in this world, but they do exist here.

As this mid-level demon spirit approached, that appearance clearly appeared in front of the two of them.

I saw that it had all the facial features, its hands and feet were clear, and there were two faint red lights faintly shining through its eyes, which looked quite terrifying.

"Boy... Be careful!"

The old man was no longer as calm and relaxed as Fang Cai at this time, but reminded in a deep voice.

"Understood!"

As if Xiao Nan nodded, a simple mid-level demon spirit didn't need to be too afraid, but with the addition of three primary-level demon spirits, as well as many other walking corpses that might be hidden in the mist, he had to be careful.

If there is the slightest problem with the horoscope of the celestial astrolabe, the deadly danger may arise at any time.

"Pounce!"

The eyes of the middle-level demon spirit I saw flashed red, and with a light touch of his hand, waves suddenly rose above the star tent, as if an invisible spirit cone was trying to break through this spiritual light barrier...

And around it, the three-headed demon spirit also turned into a thick fog again at this time, controlling the surrounding fog, and surging towards the star tent again...

The old man took a light breath and gently tapped the Celestial Star Compass above his head, and saw that the Celestial Star Compass suddenly burst open again, and more than a dozen demon-breaking spiritual lights slammed towards the four-headed demon spirits.

At this time, in the town guard mansion above Jingshan, in a secluded place, there is an antique three-story building.

There is an old plaque hanging above the gate of the small building.

The three words of "Zangjing Pavilion" in the book.

This place is the secret place of the classics of the town guard mansion, known as the world's first Tibetan scripture pavilion.

Since the chaos a hundred years ago, many classics in the world have been scattered and lost, and at that time, Yang Li turned the tide, and many scattered and lost classics were collected and sorted into this scripture pavilion.

Na Yang was standing on the third floor of the small building, on a bookshelf full of all kinds of old classics, quietly flipping through a slightly tattered thread-bound ancient book in his hand.

After flipping through it casually, Yang carefully put it back in its place, and then picked up another one.

In this way, Na Yang stood in place and flipped through two or three books in a row, all of which were casually flipped, as if he was looking for something.

It's just that after standing here for a long time, after flipping through at least seven or eight classics, he doesn't seem to find what he is looking for, and on the handsome face that has been indifferent, there is finally a faint look of disgrace.

After casually putting the ancient book in his hand back to its place, he was about to turn away, but suddenly stopped again, turned over and looked up and down the bookshelf carefully, and then his eyes fixed slightly, and he pulled out a thin booklet from which even the cover was about to fall apart.

Turning the booklet carefully, he turned two pages, his eyes were fixed, and he took a soft breath as he looked at the lines of the words.

In the second year of Wude, Tanzhou highlighted the vision, the five factions of Tianqing entered Tanzhou to investigate, the factions were limited to the authority of the five factions, and did not dare to approach easily; a year later, the five factions suddenly disappeared, and afterwards the factions entered Tanzhou to investigate, and there was no trace again.

Seeing this, Na Yang frowned slightly, and turned back a few pages but there was no record.

Closing the book and putting it back on the shelf, Yang groaned a little and walked out of the building slowly.

"Order the South District to inspect the Second Division of Wuzhen, and send capable people to Qingyun Town in Dongyuan to stand by!"

"Yes!"

As Yang whispered, a voice suddenly came from the seemingly empty air next to him, and then there was no sound again.