There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi looked towards the source of the voice and found it was the "general".

He stood in the crowd, dressed in black, and would have blended into the darkness, but he was too eye-catching to Wen Yuxi, who recognized him almost at first sight.

Is he saving himself?

Wen Yuxi was stunned and really couldn't understand why he did this.

But if he was saving himself, wouldn't the commander activate the formation faster, and he would die faster?

The commander also remembered the most important thing of the day and no longer paid attention to Wen Yuxi.

He walked to the center of the formation, pinched his hands and made hand gestures, and saw that his whole body was covered by white light and he was suspended in the air.

Some people at the altar had never seen such an abnormal thing before, and they hurriedly shouted in fear and trepidation: "Master, please be merciful and spare our lives."

Seeing this, another group of people also shouted loudly, "Master, please spare my life! Master, please spare my life!"

The man was like a lord who looked down upon the world, treating human life as worthless and controlling the life and death of all things.

Suddenly, there was a violent gust of air flow on the altar, and Wen Yuxi saw that the altar was surrounded by a milky white halo.

I'm afraid this formation has already been activated.

Wen Yuxi hurriedly flew to the front of Mr. Cui San, helped him up, and moved him to stand at the edge of the altar.

As soon as they stood still, the crowd became noisy.

The entire altar was filled with wailing sounds. Everyone had a look of pain on their faces as they fell to the ground and struggled left and right.

Wen Yuxi was shocked. It seemed that the magic circle worked.

He hurriedly said to Mr. Cui San: "Brother Cui, please wait here first. I will go and see if I can break the formation!"

"Brother Wen, what kind of magic circle is this? How...how can you break it? I wonder what kind of magic this old Taoist priest used to make so many people suffer so much."

Mr. Cui San looked at Wen Yuxi in surprise, as if he was looking at a stranger.

At this critical moment, Wen Yuxi couldn't explain it to him clearly, so he said, "Do you see that the edge of the altar outside is covered by a layer of transparent material? That's the formation."

Master Cui San raised his hand and touched Wen Yuxi's forehead, looking at him as if he were a fool: "Brother Wen, what are you talking about? Where is that thing?"

Wen Yuxi was stunned when he heard this.

Could it be that they can't see it and only I can see it?

Yes.

This body of his is not a mortal one. According to the spirit of the weapon, the ice lotus is a rare treasure in the world, so it is normal that he can see it.

But he couldn't tell this to Mr. Cui San, so he said, "I was hit with a stick at night, and I think I'm seeing double."

After saying this, he shook his head left and right, as if trying to restart his brain and restore order.

Wen Yuxi had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt a sudden pain in his body. The blood in his body rushed back, and his elusive soul seemed to be pulled out.

He gritted his teeth, calmed himself down, wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, and then looked at Mr. Cui San.

At this time, he had fallen sideways on the ground, his body curled up like a shrimp about to be cooked, and his whole body was convulsing.

Looking at the others who had been taken abducted to the mountain, some were too weak to struggle and lay motionless, with no idea whether they were dead or alive.

The so-called commander standing in the air held white beads in his hands with a serious expression, as if he was refining something.

Wen Yuxi was horrified to see that the blood of the people on the altar was entangled with an unknown substance, turning into an air belt and all flowing towards the bead.

The air belt on each person's body starts out thick and becomes intermittent like a thin thread later on.

Wen Yuxi lowered his head and saw that those people with thin air belts coming out of their bodies were already dying and motionless.

He looked at the air belts of himself and Mr. Cui San, both of which were still as thick as his wrist.

Mr. Cui San was lying on the ground, groaning in pain: "Yuxi, are you okay?"

Hearing this, Wen Yuxi felt both pain and wanted to laugh.

Even at the moment of death, he is still thinking about himself.

"Shut up, it hurts." Wen Yuxi felt so much pain all over her body that she didn't want to say a word.

"It seems we have to explain this today. I won't be lonely with you accompanying me on the road to the underworld."

Mr. Cui San was sweating coldly from the pain, but that mouth wouldn't stop.

When Wen Yuxi heard him say this, she wanted to take off her socks and stuff them into his mouth.

But at this moment, he couldn't do it!!

"Isn't it said that you will be rich and live a long life?"

"I lied to you."

"If you die before me, and I ask you to burn paper money for you on Qingming Festival, is that still a lie?"

"This is true."

Wen Yuxi: “........” Speechless.

As his body grew weaker and weaker, the air belt had grown from the thickness of his wrist to the size of his thumb.

He couldn't sit still and wait for death.

But because he had no spiritual power in the past, the little spirit didn't teach him any skills. He was unarmed, without spiritual power, and the spirit hadn't woken up yet. Was he going to wait until all the blood in his body was exhausted and he died?

He had finally managed to save his life from this world.

He is not willing to give in! !

Wen Yuxi was filled with indignation, and he refused to give up no matter what. He endured the excruciating pain and crawled forward on the ground, his fingers digging into the ground, the friction causing pain. It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, leaving him powerless.

Under the altar, everyone was watching, looking at it in shock.

Although he knew that everyone under the formation would be doomed, he couldn't help but feel sad for the others.

If not, if not for their physical conditions, I would be struggling on the brink of life and death like the people on the altar.

The people under the altar all had these thoughts in their minds at the same time. At this moment, they were actually glad that they were not one in a million.

Wen Yuxi gritted his teeth and persevered, determined to reach the edge of the magic circle.

step.

Two steps.

……

Although it was clearly very close, it seemed like it took a very long time to walk. The string connecting the white beads on his body became thinner and thinner, and Wen Yuxi became more and more weak.

Finally, he reached the edge of the magic circle and tentatively stretched out his foot.

He thought his foot would hit the magic circle.

But Wen Yuxi was shocked to find out.

His legs went out without any hindrance.

The strength in my body gradually recovered.

Wen Yuxi was overjoyed, and immediately stretched out his other foot.

Just when his whole body was about to come out.

The commander finally noticed his little trick.

A look of shock appeared on his face. He had not expected that such a mortal could escape from his magic circle and enter as if there was no one around. It was really strange.

But I don’t know what kind of elixir or something else he was refining. There was a hint of anxiety on his face, but he didn’t dare to move.

Wen Yuxi knew that it was probably a critical moment and he would not put down what he was doing and come to catch him easily.

As expected, he didn't stand up, but just shouted angrily: "How dare you!"

Wen Yuxi rolled his eyes and said, "Damn it, you're going to kill me. Do you think I dare?"

If he leaves, all the efforts will be wasted.

Seeing Wen Yuxi about to jump off the altar, he couldn't pull himself away, and he couldn't help but be furious: "Xuan Yin, why don't you stop him quickly?"

"Yes, Commander."