As everyone moved, the Fang Yan after some scanning was even more shocked in his heart, he had heard the sound of the witch cicada before mentioning that there were distracted monks who saw through the illusion and returned to the truth, but he didn't expect that there would be so many, the number of these monks in front of him was more than a hundred, and many of them exuded a distraction mid-stage aura, which was inferior to a big sect like the Heavenly Star Sect, but it was not much different.

What surprised Fang Yan especially was that he had heard Wu Cicada mention before, and none of the current monks of the Wu clan had cultivated the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging to a high level, but among the many distracted monks in front of him, there were many physical condensations, which were far stronger than their current self, and they couldn't help but have a little more doubts in their hearts.

What did Fang Yan think in his heart, Wu Chanming didn't ask, he heard the words of the monk just now, and said: "Xingyun, he is indeed good, I came this time to let him enter the witch mystery realm to cultivate once." ”

"Disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect, he is about to break through the third layer of the Holy Technique, although his cultivation is lower, it is difficult to say what will happen in the future, you can take him in, but with his current strength, he may not be able to last long, if he can really break through, it is a little more likely." The hoarse voice of the monk known as Xingyun rose again, and after he finished speaking, he withdrew his divine sense gaze and reactivated the exercises, and many other monks seemed to respect this Xingyun Daoist, and after hearing the words, they also withdrew their divine consciousness attention after scanning it again.

Not all the monks withdrew their divine senses, and in the end, there were still a few eyes falling on Fang Yan, and Fang Yan noticed that the aura revealed by the owner of these last glances seemed to be slightly different from the Wu Cicada Song on his side and many Wu monks around, but for a while, Fang Yan could not discern where these slight differences were.

The owners of these eyes didn't say anything, and the witch cicada on the side didn't say much, but just shouted at the dialect: "Follow me." ”

If you come to it, you will be safe, and the dialect will not think much about it, and follow the witch cicada to go deeper into the hall,

After a short time, the witch cicada entered a portal in the depths of the main hall with a dialect, and then passed through a formation passage, and finally stopped.

Fang Yan had already sensed that this place was similar to the secret realms of many sects, and the speed of time had accelerated a lot, but what was around was not the aura of heaven and earth, let alone the supreme aura, but a thick gray mist aura, just as he had seen outside the teleportation array before, that is, the miasma of the witch cicada mentioned earlier, but it was obviously much richer and purer here.

Fang Yan could immediately perceive that if he could cultivate here for a while, the Sanskrit Technique would definitely be able to improve a lot, and the energy contained in these gray mist was no less than those black auras in the original Wuzu Desolate Tomb, which seemed to be a little purer than those black aura, and there was no killing aura in it, but it was a little difficult to break through the current three layers with these aura.

After Wu Cicada Ming and other dialects probed around, he spoke: "Dialect, this is the cultivation secret realm of my Wu clan, the witch secret realm, you can sense the breath of the realm of the Sanskrit recipe if you urge the holy formula, and then enter there to cultivate, if it goes well, when you come out, the Sanskrit Recipe Body Forging Technique will be able to break through the current level and enter the fourth layer." ”

Hearing the words of the witch cicada, Fang Yan suddenly felt in his heart, so it was, thinking that the realm of the Sanskrit Recipe was the place to practice the Sanskrit Formula Body Forging Technique, but remembering the previous question, Fang Yan opened his mouth and asked: "Brother Wu, I saw many seniors outside before that their bodies were better than me, plus their cultivation, why don't you seniors go to the Wuzu Barren Tomb?"

"You don't know the dialect, my Wu clan monk can sense the breath of the Wu Ancestor Barren Tomb, but it is difficult to penetrate into it, at least the soul is injured, and the worst is directly falling into it, if not, how can it be delayed to this day, now some clansmen have thought of other means, but their methods are not the right way, don't say it. ”

Fang Yan was about to open his mouth to ask more details, but he heard a familiar voice coming from the front: "The apprentice has seen Shizun." ”

At first, it was still far away, and when the voice fell, it was already close, and with the voice, there was also a figure, it was the distracted monk who had encountered with Fang Yan in the space of the divine formation, the one with a giant scorpion tattoo on his face, he had guessed that he and Wu Cicada Ming were masters and apprentices, but now it has been confirmed.

"No courtesy. Wu Cicada Ming said casually with a wave of his hand.

"Master, this is the dialect of the Heavenly Star Sect that you often mention. Fellow dialects, we meet again. The man said again.

"Have you seen it?" asked Wu Cicada Ming, slightly surprised.

"Yes, the last time the disciple went out, he happened to meet this dialect Taoist, if it weren't for the dialect Taoist, it would be difficult for the disciple to have such a big gain. As he spoke, the monk's body moved slightly, and the giant scorpion flashed on his face, and in an instant, a phantom figure flashed.

Fang Yan had fought with this phantom before, but at this moment, he found that it had only been more than a year, and the aura of this giant scorpion was a little worse than it had been at the beginning, and then listening to his words, he suddenly understood a little bit in his heart, but he still had questions: The effect of the Dao Divine Wood is so strong?

"Wu Eighteen, do you take my words as a deaf ear? You actually cultivated the witch spirit to such a strong level, so you are not afraid of the witch spirit devouring the soul in the future?" Wu Chanming also noticed the change and improvement of the phantom in front of his disciple, but he did not have the slightest joy, but scolded in a loud voice.

"Master, even if you really devour souls in the future, at least it is a way for now, are we going to let hundreds of thousands of clansmen stay trapped in the illusion and not be able to get out?" Wu Eighteen did not flinch for a moment, and said loudly as well.

For a while, Fang Yan looked at the master and apprentice with some surprise, although there were only a few words, but he heard some clues, it seemed that they were all about rescuing many Wu clansmen who were trapped in the illusion, it seemed that there should be a disagreement, it seemed that the disagreement between the master and apprentice was also because of this phantom tattoo?

At the moment when he was speculating about what was going on with this phantom tattoo, Fang Yan suddenly thought of something, just in the hall, he finally glanced at his master, and the aura revealed was similar to the Wu Eighteen in front of him now, those people were similar to the Wu Eighteen in front of him, and they all had the breath of the phantom tattoo on their bodies, and it was also at this moment that Fang Yan remembered that there was no such breath on Wu Cicada Ming's body, and most of the people in the hall before did not have this kind of breath。

"Eighteen, the witch spirit was originally a means for my witch clan to cultivate witch slaves...... Forget it, I've already told you what to say, I just hope you don't fall too deep and can't extricate yourself. Halfway through speaking, Wu Cicada Ming seemed to feel that his words had no effect, so he stopped his words, and the sense of loss was evident in his tone.

"Master, at the beginning, my Wu clan was overpowered, and it was normal not to use this method, but now it is different from the past, what is it, you have to try it to know, even if it really doesn't work, and you have no regrets at eighteen. Wu Eighteen was not as loud as before, but his tone was much firmer.

"That's it, eighteen, since you have met with the dialect and have cooperated with it, let you lead the dialect into the realm of Sanskrit, dialect, if there is anything to transmit to me directly, as for leaving here, as long as you urge the rune on your body, you can sense the passage to go out. After finishing speaking, Wu Cicada Ming waved his hand again and retreated, leaving only Fang Yan and Wu Eighteen in the secret realm.

"Dialect Daoyou, contemptible Wu Eighteen, I didn't expect to see Daoist friends again so soon. After Wu Eighteen watched his master leave, he was not as excited as before, and said to Fang Yan with a calm expression.

Although there was a transaction back then, in fact, there was no friendship at all, but there was a lot of grievances, hearing Wu Eighteen's tone, Fang Yan also arched his hand and said: "I really didn't expect it to be so fast, and I want to congratulate Daoyou on his great strength." ”

"Don't say anything superfluous, the reason why I came to you today is not to talk about the past, I want to make another deal with you, as long as you take out a Dao Divine Tree, I can pay you double the price last time. Wu Eighteen obviously had no intention of greeting Fang Yan, but in the second sentence, he said his request.