The cyan slate cracked, scattered in the shape of a spider web, and billowing black gas flew out of the crack in an instant, and there was a hissing sound that was difficult to hear.

The four of them each took a few steps back, and Tan Qian quickly put away the compass, which was a very powerful magic weapon that could not be lost.

The black qi spread out in an instant, and its radius continued to expand, and suddenly the four of them were wrapped in it, obviously all four of them thought that the formation of the cyan slate had been opened, which meant that Tan Qian's failure to break the formation.

After a few breaths, all the halls of Nuo Da were shrouded in black gas, and the voice was terrible and ugly, and the Yuan Shen was actually affected, even if he sealed his ears and eyes with cultivation, he couldn't stop the voice.

After a while, only the billowing black qi was floating but there was no danger signal, and the nervous minds of the four people immediately relaxed, after all, no one knew what kind of existence it was in ancient times, and what the effect of the formation contained in the cyan slate was.

Just when the four of them breathed a sigh of relief, one after another scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in the black gas, and the fishy breath rushed into their minds, but these eyes contained endless anger and unwillingness.

Wang Yuan stared at these eyes, put his right hand on the center of his eyebrows, and if any danger appeared, he would not hesitate to throw out a large number of "Thunder Thorn Beads".

And the other three also took out the magic weapon that could save their lives and leaned closer to each other.

Suddenly, those countless bloody eyes stared at Wang Yuan in unison, and they burst out with unprecedented anger, and the roar was even more sad and indignant, and those eyes all moved forward a few points, as if they surrounded the four of them.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes, and a green sword suddenly appeared above his head, and flew out under Wang Yuan's fingers, and the black gas was shot through by the green mang, forming a strange scene of piercing.

But those eyes were not afraid, not a trace of fear was revealed, when the flying sword stabbed at them, they exploded and disappeared, in a few breaths, Wang Yuan pierced countless eyes with the flying sword, but the strange sound still existed.

Retracting the green flying sword, Wang Yuan looked ahead intently, and said in a deep voice: "Without further ado, I'll wait to see what is under the cyan slate, the longer the time, the higher the chance of change!"

Lin Du, Tan Qian, and Fu Qi nodded one after another, and the four of them moved towards the cyan slate.

But when the four approached, countless bloody "eyes" flew out of the ground frantically. No different from just now, these eyes all rushed towards Wang Yuan.

Fu Qi snorted coldly, and countless fist shadows swung out, each punch could take away many eyes, and these eyes seemed to have no attack power.

The bloody eyes that had just flown out were wiped out by Fu Qi in an instant, and Wang Yuan took advantage of the opportunity to flash his figure and immediately saw something under the floor!

It was an earthen urn, its shape was like a gourd, and endless black gas was drilled out of the earthen urn, and when Wang Yuan saw the earthen urn, strange eyes flew out, but this time Wang Yuan really saw what those eyes were.

"Is this a soul?" These eyes were embedded in the black qi that was about to disappear at any moment, because in these black qi flying out of the earthen urn, they were not much different in color, and they could not be distinguished.

Suddenly, the urn vibrate, and a powerful aura came out of the urn, and countless souls began to hover over the urn.

Wang Yuan's pupils tightened, "Not good!"

Immediately, the figure immediately retreated, but the endless black qi rolled back like a sea dragon absorbing water, and Wang Yuan's body was surrounded by countless souls and rolled towards the earth urn.

Wang Yuan preliminarily confirmed, confirming that the urn was similar to a sealed ancient magic weapon, if it was brought in by these souls, then it would be sealed with these souls, and suffering from the seal, that was not what he wanted.

When I wiped the storage bag, I held the "cloth bag" that had never been used in my hand, and when I shook it, the mouth of the cloth bag opened, and a suction force came out of the cloth bag, resisting each other.

Countless souls hovered between the cloth bag and the earthen urn, including Wang Yuan.

Fu Qi, Tan Qian, and Lin Du didn't dare to approach, and they thought that the mysterious Wang Yuan couldn't solve the problem, and they also threw themselves into the net, not to mention that they were all selfish.

The earthen urn began to jump up, and suddenly the plug of the earthen urn bounced off on its own, and an illusory arm quickly stretched out to grab Wang Yuan, and the words "let me go, let me go" resounded in Wang Yuan's mind.

This kind of words similar to attacking the Yuan Shen made Wang Yuan Yuan Shen dizzy, and the two sides were in a state of balance, but because Wang Yuan was distracted, the black qi swept the soul upside down in an instant, and Wang Yuan's body began to shake.

At this moment, that arm also stretched out, and Wang Yuan's body was really pulled into an earthen urn that was disproportionate to his body!

Fu Qi and the three of them were shocked, but only Fu Qi quickly stepped forward, she punched on the earthen urn, but was bounced away by the earthen urn, the magic weapon of the ancient period was not something that her cultivation could break.

The black qi of the entire hall disappeared at an extremely fast speed and returned to normal, but in this short period of time, one person was lost.

Fu Qixiu's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes flashed with a strange light, and she stepped forward to take the earthen urn in her hand and observe it carefully. The shape of the earthen urn is simple, with rough patterns carved on it, and countless figures are half-kneeling on the ground, but above their heads is a small circle, which is far from the size of the figures, but I don't know why these people are afraid of that circle.

Tan Qian approached, he groaned slightly, his eyes were fixed on the earthen urn, and he said in a deep voice: "Fu Qi, the life and death of Daoyou is unknown, but then again, he doesn't know us, but he has some advantages in the 'Lilliputian Kingdom'. ”

Fu Qi turned around, looked at Tan Qian coldly, and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Tan Qian smiled slightly and said, "This array was broken by Tan, and this thing should also belong to Tan!"

"Impossible!" Fu Qi waved his hand, looked at Tan Qian contemptuously and said, "According to the previous agreement, the multiples of four are evenly distributed, and now there is only such an earthen urn in the entire hall, and now I have obtained it, do you still want to snatch it!?"

The corners of Tan Qian's mouth raised, and he said coldly: "Fu Qi, it seems that you have forgotten one sentence, that is, with their respective strengths!"

There is a crack between the three paths!

Tan Qian's manifestation body was a huge tree, and his hands were the countless branches of the giant tree, wrapped around Fu Qi.

Fu Qi didn't argue either, since Tan Qian tore her face, then what she had to do was to fight back, but Fu Qi glanced at Lin Du, and saw that he didn't seem to want to participate in this matter, so he immediately clenched his fist, and under the flying demonic energy, the strong strength in his delicate body converged on the pink fist, and the punch hit the branches and branches that were entwined.

"Snort. ”

Countless branches were broken by Fu Qi, and when the tattered branches fell to the ground, they turned into demonic qi and flew back into Tan Qian's body.

And Tan Qian's body shrank for a while, and he completely revealed his talent for demon cultivation, his body became dry, his face was wrinkled, and his hands became two long whips.

"Fu Qi, do you think Tan is afraid of your 'Thunder Thorn Bead'? Haha, Tan has his own magic weapon to deal with that bead, you still obediently hand over the earth urn, so as not to hurt you and me!" As he spoke, Tan Qian's two hands, that is, two whips, were drawn, and he crossed towards Fu Qi with the momentum of splitting the sky.

Lin Du's face was contemplative, he withdrew from this area during the battle between the two, his cautious personality made him repeatedly suspicious of Wang Yuan's identity, this time he did not plan to fight for the urn, but also to see what hole cards Wang Yuan had.

Fu Qi temporarily put the urn in the storage bag, and devoted herself to dealing with Tan Qian, she screamed, a spear appeared in her hand, stirred up a spear, the space was faintly shocked, and the spear stabbed twice to both sides in her hand.

The seemingly simple two thorns contain the control of the power of the demon cultivator, the absolute purity, and the absence of a trace of demonic energy. These two thorns contained the power of Fu Qi's whole body, not to mention that the spear in her hand was also a good magic weapon.

"Bang bang!"

Tan Qian's two long whips were injured by the spear qi that stayed in mid-air, and they broke inch by inch, but then the broken long whips grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they recovered in a blink of an eye!

Tan Qian sneered, the double whip bent and stretched, and hit Fu Qi's back straight in an instant, and suddenly Fu Qi's back shirt was torn, two hideous red marks appeared, and white skin loomed.

Fu Qi's throat was sweet, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the demonic qi in his body was activated, and the two red marks turned into ugly scars under the rendering of demonic qi.

"You are looking for death!" Fu Qi shouted coldly, no matter how she said that she was also a woman, she still attached great importance to her appearance, Tan Qian had successfully aroused Fu Qi's anger, the anger of a demon cultivator!

Fu Qi actually put away the spear, her face was frosty, she glared at Tan Qian angrily, and with a slight click, she flew towards Tan Qian quickly.

With a palm strike, the palm wind turned into a huge demonic qi palm, overwhelmingly slapping at Tan Qian, mixed with Fu Qi's angry blow.

The palms of his hands flickered with ever-changing symbols, which was obviously a very advanced spell and was not made up of magical energy.

"Slayer the demon and destroy the cactus!" This is a relatively powerful spell in the second-class sect where Fu Qi is located, which Fu Qi exchanged for his contribution to the sect, and it is quite powerful, if she was in her heyday, this palm was much more powerful than now, otherwise it would not be called such a domineering name.

Tan Qian's face changed, there are so many second-class sects, each second-class sect knows each other well, Tan Qian instantly recognized this spell, and he also knew the power of this giant palm, he didn't dare to resist this spell head-on.

Demon cultivation is heavy on the body, not on spells, but when combined with spells, the power is doubled!

The black giant palm roared through the space, and Tan Qian formed layers of barriers in front of him with countless branches, trying to delay time.

However, he still underestimated the power of this palm, and with one palm, he instantly wiped out countless branches with the power of destroying the ancient era, and burst out with monstrous demonic energy.

"Boom!"

The main hall shook endlessly, and the hall floating in the air was a little crumbling, but in the end it was still set right.