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The father and daughter didn't seem to see them at all, and closed the door again after entering the teahouse.

Amidst the bustling sounds of the inns and teahouses, Wu Tang heard a demon cultivator beside him who couldn't hold his breath, and said in a voice full of fear: "So it's such a secret place! I knew there would be no return here." !I knew it!"

The Demon Cultivator seemed to be very collapsed, shouting Yu Jian and flew away, his figure disappeared into the town.

The demon cultivators on the side looked ashen, and a person from Jian Yanzong asked: "Why are there monks in the transformation stage? What's going on? Why do you say there is no return!?"

The demon cultivator on the side was furious: "If you didn't swear that there is a way to find the spiritual veins, how could we follow you into this forbidden area?" He trembled after speaking.

"We also had fellow disciples who accidentally entered the secret realm inside the stele. But no one ever came back alive. This time, you guys really screwed us over!" Another demon cultivator gritted his teeth, apparently extremely angry, The black robe was hunting.

As soon as they came in, they found that there was no way out here, and pinned all their hopes on the spiritual veins and outlets mentioned by the Luo Jinzong and Jianyanzong. The cultivators of the stage of transformation who came from nowhere, all panicked. They were originally a powerful murderer, but now they couldn't control the frightened expression on their faces.

The demon cultivator thought of those fellow disciples who had seen miserable deaths, and was obviously terrified to the extreme, lost his mind, drew his sword and was about to fight desperately with the people of Luo Jinzong.

Senior brother Wu Tang tried to persuade him again and again, but he couldn't stop it at all.

"This is not a time for internal strife. Our most important thing now is to find an exit."

Wu Tang also felt cold all over at this time, and subconsciously approached Wen Yanke.

"Is there really a way to get out?" Wu Tang couldn't help asking again.

"As long as I have the cooperation of my senior brother." Wen Yanke was adjusting her breath at this time, and nodded upon hearing this.

Seeing that his face was still a little pale, Wu Tang couldn't help but gave him another bottle of elixir: "Why hasn't it healed after so long?"

Seeing this, Wen Yanke shook the two bottles of medicine in her hand, smiled at him and said, "I haven't finished it yet."

Perhaps Wen Yanke had consumed too much this time, so even after taking several pills, she couldn't recover for a while, Wu Tang looked quite worried.

After such a short period of time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and Wu Tang suddenly found that half of the edge of Zhendian in the distance had disappeared, and there were signs of getting lighter and fainter at the edge.

But the teahouse on the side was three degrees brighter than before, with shadowy figures reflected on the curtains amidst the bright lights, almost turning the surroundings into daylight.

Wu Tang had a feeling, as if all the people in the nearby town had been moved to this teahouse.

Everyone at the side was terrified, the magic cultivator who ran out just now went to nowhere, suddenly a white light flashed, and his body fell from the sky in front of them, the horror was shocking.

The person who originally wanted to follow him ran out, but his back was cold and he didn't dare to take a step outside.

The voices of people in the teahouse became louder and louder, almost breaking through the sky, and the coercion that came out became even stronger, and everyone almost couldn't stand upright.

Fortunately, Wu Tang had Wen Yanke to protect him, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

It was hard for Wu Tang to imagine that if two people came out casually, they were both monks at the transformation stage, what would happen if all those people from the entire teahouse came out together.

"Don't worry, they are not real people, and they are not dangerous enough at this time." Wen Yanke's voice came from her shoulder.

"Then what are they, and why do they have such a high level of cultivation?" Wu Tang turned around and asked.

If it is an illusion, if they can create such a real cultivator at the stage of transformation, so that they can truly feel the coercion of the monks at the stage of transformation, then the person who created the illusion must have a cultivation level above the stage of transformation, looking at the entire world of cultivating immortals. No such person can be found.

"They are people who died here, and they originally lived in this town."

Wen Yanke continued: "It's just because they have too much resentment, so their spiritual consciousness stays here for a long time and refuses to dissipate. Their cultivation base has been getting higher and higher in these thousands of years, forming this small world."

"Since they are dead people, they shouldn't live in the same time and space as us." Wu Tang had never heard of such a thing, and asked in bewilderment.

Wen Yanke nodded: "Senior brother is right, so they can't see us at this time, only when the yin and yang alternate at midnight, they will briefly overlap with us for a quarter of an hour. The formation I just set up is In order to prevent the quarter of yin and yang from being discovered by them."

Wu Tang was dumbfounded when he heard the words, he thought his family was profound, but he had never heard of such a bizarre thing, let alone how his junior brother knew about it.

"What about the spirit veins that my senior brother mentioned earlier?" Wu Tang asked dryly.

"It should be that he strayed into the illusion in the town. That town is more dangerous than the teahouse here. The person who ran out just now died so miserably because he got into the town by mistake." Wen Yanke breathed lightly. Gently brushing against Wu Tang's ears, the voice was low.

Unknowingly, Wu Tang instinctively asked Wen Yanke when he encountered something, and looked at Wen Yanke with admiration and admiration, and unknowingly let him lead the way.

Wu Tang looked at the position of the moon in the sky, and it was exactly half a quarter of an hour before the yin and yang alternation at midnight.

Wu Tang planned to tell this matter to the people on both sides of Zheng Zheng and Mo Xiu.After all, this matter also requires the cooperation of the magic cultivator, otherwise, if the magic cultivator accidentally hits the position of the formation and attracts the attention of the people in the teahouse, it will definitely cause trouble for them.

Subconsciously, Wu Tang directly asked Wen Yanke for his opinion, and after getting his affirmation, he destroyed the concealment talisman on his body, got up and walked in front of his elder brother.

Those people were terrified at this moment, even if Wu Tang appeared suddenly, they didn't attract much attention, they just glanced at it, and then went on looking for their own way out like headless chickens.

The elder brother was still a little calmer, he was stunned for a moment when he saw him, and called him his younger brother with a pale face: "Why are you here?"

Wu Tang didn't have time to care so much, and directly told his senior brother about the matter, the senior senior brother's numb eyes were filled with disbelief at first, then surprise, and finally he let out a long sigh of relief and asked in surprise and joy: "Is that true, That would be great!"

The elder brother recounted the matter loudly to Moxiu and the people in Jianyanzong, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this time, like a drowning person holding a straw, no matter whether it is true or not, it is not at all right now. will question.

At this time, Moxiu and the decent people did not distinguish between each other. They looked at each other and congratulated each other like the rest of their lives, and joy appeared on their pale and frightened faces.

"Where is the formation?" The elder brother turned his head and asked after finishing speaking.

Wen Yanke who was on the side also uncovered the concealment talisman on his body, revealing his slender figure like jade. He made a trick, and a water pattern passed by around him, and a transparent cover slowly rose in the air.

Everyone was under the cover, and they could see the formation when they looked up, so they were really relieved.

At this time, it was less than half a quarter before the formation at midnight. The light in the tea house seemed to explode, and the sound was loud, but everyone present was much calmer.

One side was calm, but I don't know which demon cultivator suddenly yelled: "Where's the lord!?"

Wu Tang heard the sound and looked around, and saw that the leader of the magic cultivator who had vomited blood and was seriously injured had disappeared at some point, and even his spiritual consciousness could not find the slightest trace.

How could a person disappear without the people around him noticing?

"Lord!?"

All of a sudden, the magic cultivator exploded like boiling water into a frying pan. He was even more terrified than before, and scattered everyone around to look around.

There are strict levels in the magic cultivator, and there is a contract between the subordinates and the superiors.If the superior dies, the subordinates will also die, and they will suffer severe pain before death. The way of death is ten times more miserable than that of the superior. Even the dead soul and spirit body must continue to support the superior.

This formation can isolate the consciousness, since the seat owner is not in the formation, it must be outside the formation.

Therefore, even if these demon cultivators die outside, don't die because of the contract. As they said, some demon cultivators wanted to go out of the range of the formation to find the leader of the demon cultivators, and the elder brother hurriedly asked people to stop them.

"The alternate moment is coming soon. Wouldn't it be death to go out now?"

And those demon cultivators' eyes were red, and they waved their swords at each other regardless.

The decent people couldn't dodge in time, and several of them were injured.

Wen Yanke also made a trick to summon a water dragon to tie up those demon cultivators.And most of those demon cultivators were at the late stage of Jindan, and they struggled desperately to break free, and Wen Yanke was exhausted just now, but they were actually able to break free.

Wen Yanke's face turned even paler, and Wu Tang was furious when he saw it. How could these people ruin the formation that his junior brother had worked so hard to build.Immediately, he took out the animal rope from the storage bag and tied them up.

But they were crazy at this time. At the last moment of the alternation of yin and yang, a white light flashed in the teahouse, and the originally lively voices completely fell silent.

And those demon cultivators finally broke free from his immortal weapon binding beast rope, and ran out of the formation.

In the dead silence, Wu Tang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, he could only pray that the people in the teahouse would not find the people inside the formation.

Soon the demon cultivators who ran out found that there was no master's consciousness outside at all, and wanted to come back in a hurry, but Wen Yanke's formation could not only isolate the consciousness, but also prevent it from entering.