The circle with a radius of more than 100 zhang is located in the middle of the cave, and the dome is more than 100 zhang high, like a cone plunging straight into the top of the mountain. The fine runes under his feet are prohibited, flickering from time to time, and they are intricately scattered everywhere, making people dizzy to watch.

Several circles of the circular ground formed the entire formation, and in the center stood hundreds of monks, and Fang Yan followed the two people in front of him to quietly squeeze into it, quietly waiting for the formation to start. At this moment, the dialect has mixed feelings in his heart, and he is about to go to Xizhou, which is thousands of miles away, and there is an inexplicable rejection of the dialect for that unfamiliar area, and he does not know when to return to South Vietnam, and he is uneasy for a while.

And because of the trouble here, but I hope that the teleportation will be opened sooner, and I don't know how far the stronghold has investigated this matter, if it is found that an outsider has sneaked in, so that the high-level people here will pay attention, and the dialect will have nowhere to hide. Just as he was extremely entangled, several foundation building demon cultivators strode in, still arguing with each other.

One of them shouted categorically: "Don't wait, send them away first, and then investigate them separately and thoroughly, there must be an explanation for this matter." Someone, start the teleport!"

Then Fang Yan felt a slight vibration under his feet, and the runes on the ground suddenly came to life, like fish of various colors scurrying back and forth, and gradually merged into countless bright curves, followed by a "buzzing" sound. Finally about to leave here, Fang Yan suddenly felt a sense of relief on his body, and even he was a little strange.

But at this moment, an elderly monk in the foundation building period outside the formation looked at Fang Yan with a strange look. Fang Yan was actually hiding in the back of the crowd, but for some reason, this person suddenly stared at Fang Yan with a thoughtful expression. Fang Yan has always been very vigilant, and when this person first began to pay attention to him, he secretly glanced at him, but he didn't know him at all, but why did this person notice him.

"Wait ...... slow," the old monk shouted loudly, and everyone present could hear it clearly, and they looked at each other blankly, not knowing what was going on. And Fang Yan's heart suddenly tightened, only he knew best. This person is not referring to someone else, could it be that he has found something in him.

It's a pity that he still said that he was a step too late, once this kind of blood yuan array was activated, there was no way to stop halfway, and this person's face was a little hesitant, and several people around him didn't know why he was like this. Between the yin and yang, there was a muffled sound of a large "buzz". The huge spiritual pressure formed a turbulent air current, which instantly soared into the sky. Immediately after that, hundreds of people disappeared from the large array.

"What happened to Daoist friends just now?" asked the man next to the old monk.

"It's nothing, it's just that seeing a Heavenly Demon Sect disciple in the crowd is a little strange, and the aura on his body is very strange. As you all know, because of the exercises, I am very sensitive to things like breath, and it seems that in addition to the same magic breath as me, there is actually a trace of spiritual breath leaking out of that person's body, which is really weird. Could it be that this disciple has such a ability, and he can not cultivate both spirit and demon. I don't know if it's a mistake below. The old monk said, shaking his head.

This person could indeed see the difference in dialects at a glance, but the spiritual breath he sensed was not strong, maybe the dialect had spiritual items on his body, but it shouldn't be all over his body. And Fang Yan's outfit was a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, not the same sect as him, so this made him hesitate, and when he decided to say it, it was too late.

The rest of the people were also puzzled. But this is just a specious feeling, who wants to spend energy to dig deeper, and if they have this time, they still look for the missing disciple. If they knew, the suspected disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect were the culprits who had done these things, and they slipped past their eyes. I don't know what to think.

Thousands of miles away, Fang Yan covered his buzzing head and tried to walk towards the outside of the cave, his steps seemed a little erratic, which was a normal reaction after teleportation over a long distance. How far away from South Vietnam, the dialect can't figure it out, only the time that this time is just traveling through time and space. Far more than any previous teleportation.

The people around them are far inferior to dialects, they are all groggy and staggering when they walk, after all, their cultivation is the Qi cultivation period, and it is not bad to be able to barely stand, maybe this is still a person who has had many teleportation experiences, or has a stable soul. Some monks were even more disappointing, either retching or being carried down on the spot.

After a while, Fang Yan's spirit slowly recovered, and he began to take a moment to look around. This place is somewhat similar to the place he came from, it is also located in a large cave, and from it comes a long passage, and the dialect is not far from behind the leading few foundation building period demon cultivators, and they can vaguely hear them talking about the strange things before the teleportation.

Although the dialect knew that the old monk was pointing to himself, there were hundreds of people in the formation at that time, and the person did not say what the specific thing was, I am afraid that only the person concerned could understand it, and it was difficult for others to see it. This trip to the Demon Gate stronghold is not thrilling, but it is also full of troubles, and now that he has escaped from here, the trouble of dialects is far from over.

How to return to the South Vietnamese dialect has not yet been considered, the first thing is to get rid of the current identity as soon as possible after getting out of here, and avoid any unfavorable clues pointing to you. When he got outside, he looked for a suitable identity again, and then tried to return to South Vietnam, but here he did not dare to come again, and the scene when he left still shocked him.

After a short time, Fang Yan followed the crowd to a wide long hall, which was clean and tidy, the ground and walls were covered with bright jade slabs, and hundreds of huge fluorites were inlaid on the top of the head, which illuminated the place transparently. The hall was empty, and hundreds of people were gathered when they came here, and a Tsukiji Demon Cultivator who looked like a team leader stood in front of everyone and began to lecture these people.

Perhaps this is the routine of the Demon Gate, mainly to warn the public not to spread what they have seen in South Vietnam and to avoid leaking some things. Although this is not very effective, the countless disciples of several demon sects often go back and forth, returning to their respective sect territories, and how many secrets can be expected of them to keep, it is just a formality.

The man pretended to say a few words, and then led the people out to a staircase several feet wide. Everyone climbed the stairs, walked a short distance and entered a spacious rotunda, only to see several thick pillars inside, supporting a tall dome, and there were more than ten stone doors on all sides, similar to those behind the dialect.

This is the teleportation hall? The dialect is a little puzzled, the teleportation place jointly built by the three major demon gates, there are more than ten teleportation arrays, which obviously do not match their strength. They were the only ones in the place, walking through the silent hall to the door. However, it was heavily guarded, and guards could be seen from time to time along the way, and at the exit of the hall not far ahead, there were several rows of black-armored guards standing neatly.

These guards are not what Fang Yan usually sees, they are filled by those low-level monks, all of them are genuine foundation building monks, and they seem to be well-trained, if these people have also undergone the whole training of battle formations and the like, their combat power is absolutely immeasurable, I am afraid that it will be difficult for a few Jindan monks to please them.

Fang Yan's most worried Jindan Demon Cultivator did not appear, otherwise it would be very likely to see through his line of hiding, and in addition, he did not dare to take lightly the foundation building monk here, lest there be a demon cultivator like the old monk, and he was always highly vigilant along the way. Fang Yan was very strange, and I didn't know what the man had seen in him, and that kind of look made Fang Yan's heart empty.

All the way outside, there were no accidents, and Fang Yan was relieved. At this moment, everything in front of him made him slightly stunned, a little excited in his heart, and tried his best to suppress it, trying his best to look at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him as calmly as possible.

The clear blue sky, the comfortable sunlight, and the faint aura in the air, although it seems to be a little different from the former South Vietnam, this long-lost breath still makes the dialect's heart flutter, and I can't help but take a few deep breaths.

Coming out of the teleportation hall, it was not a noisy city guessed by dialects, but in a slightly desolate valley. Fang Yan then understood that this place might be the exclusive teleportation place of the three major demon gates, and it might be an important passage to and from Nanyue and other places, and this place was far from what he imagined.

No matter how eager he was to return to South Vietnam, he had to calm down and stay here for a while, and he could no longer break in recklessly like he had entered that stronghold, but by accident he came to Xizhou, which made him unable to advance or retreat.

Although this place is very similar to the South Vietnam before the Great Tribulation, perhaps much better than that, and countless times more than the current South Vietnam, he has no nostalgia for this place, and is bent on how to go back, because there is still his concern in South Vietnam. Fang Yan painstakingly wanted to go back early, not to covet the reward of Qingyuan Sect, but to fight for a background for himself and his family, as well as those two children who had never met.

The encounters in this catastrophe, especially this return to his hometown, strengthened the dialect's idea. Those small sects and small families, as well as countless loose cultivators like duckweed, were helpless in the face of the catastrophe, and even if they were lucky enough to escape, they unfortunately fell into the net laid by the demon gate, and the end was even more miserable.

In any case, Fang Yan must not let his family repeat such a tragedy, even if he experienced more life and death, or even forced to do something against his will, he must let them get a place in the cultivation realm, at least far beyond his own immortal path, Yannan City. Therefore, he must go back as soon as possible, otherwise everything he has done before is meaningless, and it is even more impossible to stay here to cultivate, even if the conditions are good, he will not be able to face his true heart.

Walking in the valley, Fang Yan clearly felt a strong forbidden force, but he was afraid that there were many formations set up by the Demon Gate within thousands of miles around him, and it was by no means as simple as it seemed, and the protection here must be very strong.

The dialect is equivalent to coming from South Vietnam in reverse, and it will be very difficult to blend in here with its own various strange secret arts, which is not only unexpected, but also because the defense on the stronghold side is relatively weak, and it will be very difficult to blend in from here. Just because the trip did not encounter too many risks, the dialect must not be taken seriously, or even think that it can be done in the same way when you go back, which is very wrong.

When he followed the team out of the valley with anxiety, Fang Yan still didn't dare to relax in the slightest, he didn't find a chance to escape along the way, and walked through the formation all the way, but fortunately he didn't meet a high-ranking monk. At this time, on a flat ground outside the valley, three spaceships of different shapes were docked, thinking that they had come to pick up the disciples of various sects. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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