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Chapter 228 Breaking the Formation Eye

But the demon soldiers and ghost cultivators behind him were miserable. Anyone hit by the golden rune instantly turned into a black mist and then disappeared!

He Wenhao was shocked. Could it be that this is what cultivators often say, that the soul is gone?

"Get down! Get down!" He shouted quickly.

Many people died in an instant, and he could only think of ways to protect the living.

The panicked Ghost Sect disciples heard his shouts and quickly fell to the ground. Those runes really didn't hit them anymore!

What kind of mechanism is this, or what kind of powerful formation is it?

He Wenhao was shocked and confused.

After a long time, when those golden runes stopped floating out, He Wenhao called on the people lying on the ground to get up.

"It's okay, everyone, get up quickly!" he said.

They cautiously explored the way forward again,

"Xiang He, here are some yellow charms and a bell!"

A man pointed somewhere and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Could this be the formation object used as the formation eye?" Another person said.

"It's possible that Huang Fu and Sanqing Ling were the ones who attacked us just now!"

"No way! How can items that are usually used as array eyes be found so easily!"

He Wenhao thought for a while, then picked up the yellow talisman and the bell on the stone and looked at them. They were very ordinary things. Even he, a mortal, could feel that there was nothing special about these things.

"You try destroying these?" he suggested, pointing to the bell.

After listening to his words, several disciples of the Ghost Sect came forward and burned the talisman paper with a fire. At this time, everyone noticed that the thick white mist in front of them seemed to have become lighter.

"Huh? It seems... somewhat useful?" said a disciple of the Ghost Sect.

"This bell is not afraid of fire. It will be of no use if I burn it!"

said another.

He Wenhao grabbed the bell in confusion and shook it in his hand. Suddenly the two people behind him vomited blood and fell unconscious! He was so frightened that he stopped immediately, not daring to make any more moves.

"Fire can't burn it... How about... chop the bell with a knife?" He picked up a knife, pointed it at the bell and chopped it hard!

With a "clang" sound, he was shocked by his own strength and took a few steps back. Seeing that the knife in his hand had broken into two pieces, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"This...can't be burned or cut. It can only be buried in the soil!" He Wenhao dug a hole in the ground and threw the bell in and buried it.

Nothing happened this time, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that such a little thing would kill so many of us!" A man angrily stepped on the place where the bell was buried.

"These Taoist disciples in Fanyin Palace are also quite cunning. They may be delaying time for them to escape or move reinforcements!" Another person interjected.

"I think so. Put a formation on the only way up the mountain to hold us back, and then they take the opportunity to escape!"

"We have found one formation. There should be others. The white mist is obviously much thinner than before. Keep looking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several tall figures appeared from the white mist, accompanied by a sad and low ghost howl!

Everyone stared at those figures nervously. When they gradually saw those people clearly, they suddenly got into a mess because they saw the Yin soldiers of the underworld!

Although they are ghost cultivators, they are still humans after all, and they cannot compete with the Yin soldiers of the underworld.

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