Chapter 107: Evil Land
After listening to Tang Po's arrangement, it was already the most reasonable and appropriate way.
As the inviter, Meng Qiyan said softly: "If you encounter danger, Qiyan doesn't want everyone to give their lives in vain for me." ”
Lin Feng said lightly: "If you encounter danger, run away immediately and send out rescue." If we can't even escape, and we can't release a rescue signal, I'm afraid that the six of us will gather together, and it is estimated that we will not be the opponent of the other party. ”
Lin Feng's cold words are more cruel, everyone's cultivation is about the same, if there is danger, he can destroy the separated two-person group without knowing it, it is estimated that even if a few people really get together, they will not be opponents.
Several people understood what Lin Fenghan meant, nodded heavily, and more or less secretly accepted the way to explore the way of this trip.
After a short period of silence, Yan Zhenyin asked, "How to divide it?"
"I'm definitely in a group with Senior Brother Wang!"
Ye Zhiqing replied immediately, as if sensing everyone's incomprehension, and immediately explained: "Master passed on a set of magical skills for me and Senior Brother Wang, and Brother Lin and I worked together to fight the sixth-layer monks of the Qiankun Realm and retreated. ”
Lin Fenghan was speechless, Chu Xiangyun, the master of the Treasure Refining Pavilion, really took great care of these two apprentices.
Tang Po immediately nodded and said, "Then I will be in a group with Zhenyin, the two of us have cooperated many times, and we are already very skilled and tacit." And the Qiyan girl and the Lin brothers are in pairs, in this deep hole in the spring, the Lin brothers' Tianxuan spirit body has a great advantage, in fact, being with the Lin brothers is the safest. ”
Lin Fenghan didn't react, Meng Qiyan on the side had already come to his side, and said politely: "Brother Lin, I have a lot to take care of!"
There was a good smell around him, and Lin Fenghan nodded, "This is natural." ”
At this point, the three detachments reached one, and then they saw that Tang Po and Yan Zhenyin had the greatest chance of choosing the middle road, which was also the most dangerous, and flew inward at an extremely fast speed. Wang Qiufan and Ye Zhiqing, the two proud sons of the Heaven of the Treasure Refining Pavilion, chose the road on the right and said goodbye to everyone and flew in.
In the end, only the road on the left remained, and after Lin Fenghan and Meng Qiyan nodded their heads at the same time, they stepped on the hot wheel, accompanied by the sound of whistling, and went deep into it.
The figures of several people quickly disappeared at the fork in the road.
In a place that had not been noticed anywhere, a flickering phantom, like a dispersed smoke, gently drifted away, and a few voices appeared in the void, low, hoarse, like the strange cry and laughter of a night owl.
From six people to two, Lin Fenghan was much more cautious, released three purple gold gossip shield shields in one go, and took out the flame spirit hundred beast beads from Zhuang Yue, who had been killed, blew fire and gathered beasts, and condensed four fire beasts, two each in the front and back to protect the two in the center.
Meng Qiyan took the three-sided purple gold gossip shield handed over by Lin Fenghan, and was secretly surprised that the reserves and quality of magic weapons were so generous.
There was no need for her to hide anything from Lin Fenghan, and then slapped her palm on the storage ring, releasing four fierce trap beasts, the same two front and two back, protecting herself and Lin Fenghan impenetrable.
Lin Fenghan didn't mean to be polite to Meng Qiyan.
Observing these four trap beasts, with his understanding of the Thousand Machines Technique, he was deeply profound.
It can be seen that the four trap beasts that Meng Qiyan took out are of extraordinary grade, and their power is about the appearance of the second or third layer cultivation of the Qiankun Realm, and it is also a lot of combat power when looking at the entire Nanzhou.
Lin Fenghan was speechless for a while, the daughter of the master of the Karakuri Pavilion was simply a little rich woman, look at the four trap beasts that she could casually take out such combat power, you must know that this thing is extremely cumbersome and troublesome to refine.
In addition to observing the trap beast, Lin Fenghan also unceremoniously asked Meng Qiyan about some doubts in "The Art of a Thousand Machines".
Meng Qiyan also smiled and knew everything.
Flying in a depressing environment is also a very good way to relieve boredom. In addition to releasing the flying sword every hour to contact, Meng Qiyan spent almost all of her time whispering to Lin Fenghan.
What surprised Meng Qiyan the most was Lin Fenghan's understanding, every time she asked about the key point, under her simple and easy-to-understand explanation, Lin Fenghan would nod his head and understand the obscurity.
One teaches well, the other learns quickly, so the two explore and move forward, and they are extremely harmonious with each other.
With an in-depth understanding of the Thousand Machines Technique, Lin Fenghan was a little depressed, the cost of this organ was too expensive, and if he wanted to refine a mechanism with the peak strength of the Heavenly Xuan Realm, it was actually not much lower than creating a foolish magic weapon.
Lin Fenghan, who was puzzled, did not until the two of them quickly flew to the end of the road, and finally reluctantly ended their discussion with each other, and continued to focus on the exploration of the deep hole in the spring.
There is no fork in the road, but the situation is not rosy.
At the end of this road, it is not a dead end, but a dead place full of dangers.
Deathtrap!
No, or a mourning hall!
At the end of the passage, there are obvious architectural traces, criss-crossing stairs, providing not seats for people to sit on, but tablets placed by spirit tablets.
Eighty percent of them are placed on the spirit card, but the name is not engraved on the spirit card.
These spirit cards are all weirdly twisted, as if they were created, and they all exude an extremely strange aura.
In addition, the center of the surrounding complex is like a huge square.
In the center, there is a copper tripod that is also twisted, and a red plasma-like liquid boils out of the tripod, which flows down the tripod into the floor under his feet, and there are four grooves on the floor, and the plasma-like liquid flows in the four grooves, outlining a complex totem of crimson red.
The twisted copper tripod, looking old, looks like a liquid that has been flowing like a plasma for many years, and it seems that it has never flowed endlessly for so many years.
Unbelievable scenes, and terrifying environments.
Meng Qiyan suppressed the unknown fear in her heart and asked, "Brother Lin, can you see what the situation is here?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know. ”
Lin Fenghan frowned and looked around, the uncomfortable feeling that also rose in his heart, and said after a while: "That blood groove, it looks like a rune, but this is just looking like a talisman, and there is no basis at all, but no matter how you identify it, this is definitely a place where evil cults gather, and these should be evil places built by someone deliberately." ”
Suddenly, a sword light flew from afar.
The six of them agreed to contact once every hour, and this sword light was the flying sword handbook sent by Wang Qiufan and Ye Zhiqing's group.
Grabbing the sword light, Lin Fenghan checked it with his divine sense slightly, and said slowly: "Wang Qiufan and Ye Zhiqing are also in trouble, but they are not tablets, but twisted coffins. ”
Meng Qiyan's dark blue pupils hidden under the fairy veil flashed with a sharp light, and he said in a deep voice: "There is still such a bold and reckless evil cultivator who has done such a crooked act of evil demons. ”
As he spoke, another sword light shot out. Lin Fenghan stretched out his hand and pinched it, his divine sense sank, and he said: "Tang Po and Yan Zhenyin's group is a fork in the road, let's retreat, let's meet first." ”
Meng Qiyan nodded, and immediately followed Lin Fenghan and stepped back.
"Roar"
Two trap beasts roared from behind.
Meng Qiyan shouted: "What person!"