From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

They can't get in for the time being. Yingchuan broke the code with the help of the remaining divine transformation method in the black jade. It won't be that easy for them.

But even if they came in, I guess they would want to kill me now. The rain of poisonous arrows and poisonous dragon fog alone would be enough to make them suffer.

Yingchuan and the other man had already gone deep into the place, where there was a lot of poison, but they managed to get through it safely.

A huge door appeared. What happened before was just a minor fight. There was nothing too deadly at all. But inside the bedroom, most of the poisons collected by this poison cultivator during his lifetime were inside. It could definitely be called a poison den and was extremely dangerous.

Yingchuan prepared himself mentally and began to work on breaking the formation.

The giant gate slowly opened, and a large amount of poison appeared. It was colorless and odorless, but quite deadly. Yingchuan and the other two retreated first and had to disperse for a while.

Something has really started, but no one knows that the real danger has awakened.

After a while, the poison was almost dissipated and reached the limit that the golden elixir could withstand, and the two of them entered.

The place is full of poisonous mist, it's almost liquefied. The materials in it are very special, and the poison has no effect on them.

When a mighty bell rang, the two of them felt something was wrong. A huge pressure came and they were pinned to the ground, barely able to kneel down.

It was the weapon of the poison cultivator. Unexpectedly, a spiritual consciousness was born in it and it woke up from its deep sleep. This was a problem. Ying Chuan immediately thought of what was going on and his face looked extremely bad. This was a problem.

The pressure lasted for a long time, like a punishment for a thief, and no one could move at all.

After a long time, it seemed that something was achieved, the pressure slowly disappeared, and the two of them slowly regained their freedom.

They continued to go deeper, and the bell rang again. It seemed that it was just a warning just now, but the pressure came again, far worse than before.

This was not a solution. Ying Chuan knew that he could not do this and decided to wait for some cannon fodder to explore the way for him. Wang Mian also understood this truth. The two of them simply retreated directly, hiding their bodies and waiting for the cannon fodder to arrive.

However, they do not have Yingchuan's means, and are not as fast. However, due to their large numbers and many family trump cards, their speed is acceptable.

After an hour, a gap was successfully opened. The poison cultivator's attainment in formation was not that high, so it could be broken.

More than tens of thousands of people poured in little by little, but the rain of poisonous arrows hit them first. Except for some monks from powerful forces, all the others fled in all directions.

They were a bunch of useless people who were incapable of accomplishing anything and were always causing trouble. The children of the powerful forces looked down upon them, but they forgot that without this halo, they would be almost the same as them. In Yingchuan's eyes, they were all a mob.

Forget it, let this group of people explore the way for us, they are in a hurry too.

Not long after, they, injured on both sides, managed to reach Jumen.

The giant gate closed again after the two left. They did not doubt it too much and went straight in. The two did not hesitate and mixed in.

The bell rang again, as if it had been annoyed by the repeated ringing. It was no longer a warning. A killing array appeared directly, with overwhelming killing power. The void was shattered, and it was aimed at killing those who entered the palace.

The killing power is absolutely astonishing. Any deity is just a joke in front of it. He can kill them with one move. His power is no less than that of humans.

Basically the most common things in the tombs of great monks are formations or puppets, and all major forces have long anticipated and made preparations.

Several Nascent Souls immediately deployed their formations to fight against it.

Several formations at the God Transformation level managed to protect everyone, but formations were just formations after all, and could not be compared with the true Void Refinement cultivators.

But it's more than that, this is just an appetizer.

Boom boom boom..., several puppets emitting the aura of a god appear. Even though tens of thousands of years have caused them to wear and tear, their power is still undiminished and they can still exert the power of a god level.

Among the people who came here, only a few forces have a God Transformation, not to mention that none of them have come. Even if there is a God Transformation here, he will probably die here.

Yingchuan suspected that he left this thing to Chuncui for fun, or that it was Chuncui's disgusting successor. Yingchuan ran away without hesitation. It turned out that this poisonous valley was full of unlucky things.

But once the formation was truly activated, no one could get out, including the teleportation formation, and they were trapped to death inside.

This is troublesome. Yingchuan's face is gloomy, but there is still hope. Among the three thousand avenues, there must be a glimmer of hope. This is an unchangeable factor.

The way these puppets operate is similar to the formation used by Yingchuan. He is quite experienced, so it is not impossible, and he can even operate in reverse.

These puppets all went to look for the Nascent Souls first. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. This is an eternal truth.

Yingchuan hid himself and tried to crack it. The only one who could control the puppet was the god in the clock, and its spiritual consciousness must be its weak point. However, it could serve as a stepping stone to contact the formation.

It's impossible for a god to only know the formation. It was simply carved into it by the poison cultivator before his death. It can't be broken by magic and thus loses control.

The time and people are all right, so there is a great possibility that he will open his third eye and emit a rosy glow. "Please, brother Wang, protect me," Ying Chuan said directly in the voice transmission.

Wang Mian did not hesitate. He knew Ying Chuan had an idea. Since it concerned his life, he was very decisive.

There were several earth veins here, which were also mobilized by Yingchuan. With their power, he also found the big bell, but he still avoided direct contact. His consciousness was only close to the Nascent Soul, and was far inferior to the consciousness that exceeded the God Transformation.

He wanted to play to his strengths and use them as a stepping stone to find the formation runes. He also noticed Yingchuan. The advantages of the earth veins and the sky eye meant that he could not do anything to Yingchuan for the time being. He also relied on the nourishment of the earth veins, and he would not feel good if he was separated from it.

However, every step Yingchuan took was under tremendous pressure, and his main body also became weak, with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

However, his attainments in formations played a huge advantage. Although he could not have an impact, he could still interfere.

If there were a few Nascent Souls who could provide their strength now, perhaps they could achieve this step.

His head felt like it was about to explode, all caused by excessive consumption and backlash. He exited this state, but it still didn't work, his cultivation was too far behind.

However, he did not gain nothing. At least he confirmed that it was controlled by the formation, and the rest would be easy.

Wang Mian also knew what Yingchuan was thinking. The two of them separated and spread the matter secretly, letting others do it for them, while they tried to escape. Running away was very important. If Yingchuan could run away, he would have the confidence to gamble. If he lost, he could just run away, leaving himself a way out.