The previous divine sense could not penetrate through the portal to find out what was going on, and the moment he flashed, Fang Yan had already urged the Sanskrit Technique to forge the body, because of the few people behind him, in order to reduce some trouble, he did not urge the star burial robe, a high-grade spiritual weapon, but he was also ready to sacrifice at any time.

After dodging into it, there was no expected fierce bombardment, only a few sword qi, although it was not as powerful as the power of the high-grade spiritual weapon, it was too little, and it was difficult to deal with the dialect at this moment.

Urging the Douhuang to slash, but after a few breaths, Fang Yan scattered these few fierce sword qi, and then looked around, there was only a barren and dim place in the eyes, and a bulge could be seen in the distance, which seemed to be a barren mound far beyond the mounds outside, and the few sword qi that had just been dispersed by himself seemed to be rushing back over there.

The dialect divine consciousness that fixed his body quickly scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no fluctuation in the surroundings, he immediately looked behind him, and found that it was not his own sense that he had mistakenly sensed, but that Wuda Wuji and the distracted mid-stage monk did not enter here with him, and the dialect that was suspicious in his heart did not immediately explore the situation of the barren mound, but released his divine sense towards the portal that he stepped into.

After a while, Fang Yan's face showed a somewhat strange look, the portal behind him had long since disappeared, and there was no longer any portal breath, Fang Yan took out the jade pendant in his hand with his backhand, and urged the mana to submerge into it again, and the jade pendant once again gave birth to a bright light, but after this bright light left the jade pendant, it did not go in the direction of the portal he had just stepped over as Fang Yan thought, but a sharp shot, heading towards the bulge in the distance.

Putting away the dialect of the jade pendant, he carefully probed the surroundings again, and made sure that there was not the slightest breath of the three of them, and the three distracted monks actually disappeared like this?

"Dialect, don't look at it, this is just a hundred-round formation, the portal just now can only enter and not exit, and the exit is still in another place. "I was thinking about the dialect when I suddenly heard the words of the nonsense.

"Hundred Rounds Formation?" Fang Yan paused slightly when he heard this.

"It's the formation of the Inner and Outer Disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect Trial Realm, everyone who enters the Trial Realm is to go to a certain place randomly, and after entering, they either defeat the demon beasts in it, or be defeated by the demon beasts, and then the exit will be revealed, although you haven't entered it, but you should have heard of it." "It's rare to be on top of the formation, Hu Daoren has a knowledge higher than the dialect, and after some explanation, he didn't forget to put on a teaching shelf.

Hearing the words of the Hu Dao people, the dialect couldn't help but be a little sneering, the dialect is proficient in the formation, it is true, but the way he cultivates the formation is different from others, or when the Yuan Ying cultivated, he comprehended the origin rune of the formation from the prohibition of that day, so many years, it is also by relying on the understanding of the origin of the formation, if you say that the formation is broken, the dialect is much stronger than many people, but the starting point is high, it is inevitable to lose a lot of basic common sense, for some of the common sense that should be common sense, especially the common sense of low-level monks, but not so familiar, and then the dialect has worked hard to read a lot of jade slips about ordinary formations in the Heavenly Star SectAfter all, there are many that only exist in theory, such as the hundred-fold formation similar to the formation in front of him, which is neither a defensive formation nor a formation such as auxiliary cultivation, only a big sect like the Heavenly Star Sect will arrange it because of the large number of disciples in the sect, but the dialect has not paid much attention to it.

To the extreme, ten thousand laws return to the sect, dialect when even if you close your eyes and think about the content of the hundred times formation that you saw in the jade slip, not a lot of exercises, the dialect that opened your eyes, your eyes are already clear, just a space formation, it is not comparable to the teleportation array, although if you want to find out, there are still many places that need to be actually explored, but at the moment it is enough, at least I know that the three people did not disappear without a trace, thinking of the two brothers surnamed Wu, Fang Yan couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that they would not be so unlucky to meet the distracted mid-stage monk。

The dialect in the thinking also showed a little admiration, whether it was the killing sword array outside, or the barren mound mounds outside at this moment, which were originally inserted with flying swords, they were not all medium-grade spiritual weapons, even if they were all low-grade spiritual weapons, this was by no means a means that ordinary small households could show, maybe it was really as those people rumored to be a certain peak distraction mid-stage distraction late-stage strength monk or a seven-calamity and eight-tribulation scattered immortal like the soul Taoist Zhou Chongyang, it is not necessary to retreat here for countless years, at least the current dialect itself is proficient in the formation, and if you want to arrange such a large array alone, it is not enough to succeed。

Fang Yan speculated in his heart, and the Fang Yan who withdrew his attention looked at the bulge over there again, that is, there were no monks, no powerful fluctuations, and Fang Yan did not dare to underestimate this formation at all.

With no one else on his side, Fang Yan even sacrificed the star burial robe, and in the midst of the starlight, Fang Yan dodged and fled towards the only mound.

Until the dialect fell on this mound that was more than a hundred times larger, there was still no movement around, and when it got closer, the dialect could already confirm that the mound in front of him was only much larger than those outside, and the essence was no different, what made the dialect a little strange was that on the mounds outside, most of them had flying swords inserted, but there was no trace of flying swords on the mound in front of him, only a crack a foot wide, which seemed to be a trace left after a flying sword was pulled up, could it be that someone had already been here?

Although the mound in front of him is much bigger, but in addition to the big one, there is no more difference from the previous ones, for the search for the dialect has long been familiar, just now the jade pendant light has penetrated into it is even more proof of this, once again there is a doubt in the heart of the dialect did not pause, when even if the Dao trick was played, one by one runes flowed into the mound, and the divine consciousness of the dialect also probed into it with these runes, and after a while, the dialect action paused slightly.

Sensing the change in the dialect's expression, Hu Daoren casually asked, "Dialect? But what did you find?"

"It's not clear, but there's some movement under this mound, let's go down and have a look. He shouted at the Hudaoren, and with a flicker, he sank under the mound.

Hearing the tone of Fang Dao's words, there was not much urgency, Hu Daoren didn't know what the situation was below, but he also knew that there should be no big problem, and there was a slight movement in such a place, that is, Hu Daoren was also a little interested, so he simply stopped talking, but just released his divine sense to scan the surroundings.

After an instant, the dialect escaped to the bottom of the mound and didn't know how deep it was, without the need for the dialect to speak, the Hu Dao people also found the movement in front, there was a trace of light flashing in the dim space, and the formation runes condensed by the dialect were caged into a round ball in front, but there was an inch long bright light that was flashing from everywhere, and if you looked carefully, you could see that it was a sword ray, and it was actually slashing towards the Dao Dao array runes pouring in all around, but although this sword was sharp, the number itself was too small, far less than the formation runes condensed by the dialect before, even if the dialect didn't pay attention to it, I don't know how long it would take for these runes to be killed by it。

"Sword Spirit? This is a Sword Spirit. Not only the nonsense people, but also Zi Ling also came out, and after staring at the slight sword light for a while, the two of them shouted one after another.

Although the body is weak, the spirituality contained in that bright light is pure, that is, now it has reached the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and the ontological magic weapon is a high-grade spiritual weapon star burial robe, and the Hu Dao people who have always regarded themselves very high have to sigh secretly, just in terms of quality, this weak sword spirit in front of him is much higher than himself.

Fang Yan was beside him, Hu Dao Man and Zi Ling, two machine spirit bodies, and he was naturally very familiar with the machine spirit, and he was also aware of the identity of the weak sword in front of him, but at this moment, it was only a natural spirit body, and there was no wisdom at all, and he was only acting on instinct at the moment.

Seeing that the sword was still flashing, Fang Yan did not immediately start urging the exercises, but he turned his divine sense to the surroundings, and he scanned around but there was no flying sword, but he didn't know where the magic weapon of the sword spirit body was.

Soon, Fang Yan's face showed a bit of a different color, and the slightest imperceptible power around him was slowly flowing towards the sword that was enveloped by his runes, and poked out towards the source of these weak powers, and Fang Yan found a faint connection leading to an unknown place, similar to what he had found under those small mounds before.

Well, these connections are actually offering such a machine spirit body? Aware of the movement, the dialect couldn't help but pause.