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It was half an hour later when Yan Wenmo returned to the conference room.

When she arrived at the conference room, she saw Gu Hansheng sitting on a chair in the conference room, looking through the documents on the table.

He looked distracted. The puppets who were supposed to report the situation had already left. It seemed that he had finished listening to all the messy trivia.

Perhaps he heard her footsteps. Gu Hansheng lazily raised his eyes and glanced at her, staring at her slightly wrinkled clothes, closed the document in his hand, and said coldly:

“Busy?!”

For some reason, Yan Wenmo, feeling guilty, coughed awkwardly and said perfunctorily:

"It's something urgent, I went to deal with it"

Gu Hansheng looked at her somewhat unnatural expression and said nothing. Instead, he stood up and made room for her.

Yan Wenmo sat down without any hesitation and picked up a document that was closest to her and started reading it. Apart from some miscellaneous mundane matters, most of the documents were about defense deployment.

The Bloodthirsty Hall has a good geographical location, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is simply a pipe dream to rely on the Bloodthirsty Hall to stop the Demon Lord's plan to unify the Demon Cult.

Of course, the most important thing is the lack of manpower. Although Yan Wenmo has preserved most of the strength of the Bloodthirsty Hall, this strength is far inferior to those cultivators in the Demon Transformation Stage of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

She remembered that in the original text, the Demon Lord conquered the Ghost King Sect in late February, and then attacked the Bloodthirsty Hall in early March. In just half a month, he took the Bloodthirsty Hall into his possession.

Now, although the strength of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has been greatly weakened by her, its attack power is still not to be underestimated.

In addition, the Ghost King Sect had been destroyed by himself, so those monks of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect who were supposed to have died in the Ghost King Sect in the original text also survived.

This seemed to have created a difficult problem for herself, but if the Ghost King Sect was not destroyed, or even used by the Demon Lord, the damage caused to the cultivators and ordinary people in the world would increase exponentially, which was not a good thing for her.

It's quite troublesome. Yan Wenmo frowned and tapped his fingers on the table, making a 'tapping' sound.

She thought about it for a long time and still felt that the best plan was to take over those sects before the Demon Lord conquered them.

But the Bloodthirsty Hall is so weak that it is nothing but a pipe dream to rely on it to slow down the Demon Lord's progress. Therefore, it is still necessary to improve the strength of the people around him, or find some external aid.

External aid?! There are people from the Haotian Sect, but it is almost impossible to ask them to help the demon cultivators, so there is no need to consider it at all.

As for the Qianyang Sect, most of the puppets there have been sent to other sects as undercover agents, so there is no need to consider it.

It turned out that after working for a long time, she still couldn't find anyone who could help.

Rubbing his brows with a headache, Yan Wenmo subconsciously began to think whether he was too impatient, which led to him being stretched in everything he did.

Since there is no external aid, we can only improve the strength of the people around us. One Ten Thousand Year Pill costs one thousand points. Although the Ghost King Sect system has rewarded a lot of points, these points cannot be wasted.

Besides, this ten thousand year pill can only be taken once in a person's lifetime, otherwise, she would have to produce several cultivators in the God Transformation Stage or even the Demon Transformation Stage.

Unfortunately, the monks of the Ghost King Sect are too evil and do not obey discipline. They always like to come up with attack methods that hurt the enemy by a thousand but hurt themselves by eight hundred. Otherwise, they would be just right to use them to deal with the Demon Lord.

As he was sighing, Yan Wenmo suddenly had an idea. He thought of the formations of the Ghost King Sect and felt that he needed to make use of them.

The Ghost King Sect's cultivators were dead, but could their formations still be used? ! Like the Seven Bitterness and Five Poison Formation, and other formations, they could be used to deal with the Ten Thousand Demon Sect's cultivators.

The most important thing is that this kind of formation can mobilize the emotions and even the spirit of the cultivator. Unless the five senses are closed and all emotions and love are cut off, there is no way to pass it.

These monks of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect were people who indulged their nature and over-indulged themselves in lust. When they encountered the Seven Sufferings and Five Poisons Formation of the Ghost King Sect, they were simply asking for trouble.

The Seven Bitternesses and Five Poisons Formation magnified their desires, making them indulge in desires and unable to extricate themselves, leading to their own destruction. This behavior was more exciting than killing them.

Perhaps, he could set up some Seven Bitterness and Five Poison Formations or even other formations at the border between the Bloodthirsty Hall and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. In this way, even if the Demon Lord wanted to take over the Bloodthirsty Hall, he would have to see his teeth first.

Maybe, the Seven Bitternesses and Five Poisons formation alone is not enough. Maybe I can optimize this formation and even expand it into a more powerful and more difficult formation.

In this way, even if a cultivator in the Demon Transformation Stage wanted to come to her Bloodthirsty Hall, he would have to consider his own weight.

The system did not say much about Yan Wenmo's idea, but threw out a few books about formations. Yan Wenmo was not shy and took them out and began to ponder the details.

This busy work lasted another three or four days. On the fifth day, Yan Wenmo decided it was time to test the lethality of his own formation.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw that, in addition to Zhao Wenlong and Xie Xiaofeng, Ouyang Xian and Xuanyuan Jing also seemed eager to go and take a look.

There was no other way, Yan Wenmo could only take them with him. If he took them with him, he had to take Jiang Wenbai with him. If he took Jiang Wenbai with him, then Gu Hansheng would definitely have to go with him.

The five people controlled their own magic weapons and soon arrived at the junction of the Bloodthirsty Hall and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. This place happened to be an extremely high mountain. Yan Wenmo looked at the scenery in the distance, pondered for a while, and then began to set up the formation.

Yan Wenmo bit his finger and began to draw the formation with extreme skill.

Unlike before, this time, there was a faint golden light flashing in the blood when she drew the formation. However, the golden light was too weak, so Jiang Wenbai and the others could not detect it. Gu Hansheng's expression froze, and he looked at Yan Wenmo with an uncertain face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After all, drawing a formation is something that consumes one's energy, so it took an hour to complete the formation.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Yan Wenmo who was casually throwing the formation into the territory of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Thirteen, what kind of formation is this?! Is it powerful?!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at her and warned:

"It's very powerful, so don't go there if you have nothing to do. This formation has extremely strong illusions and attack power. If you are deceived by the illusion or attacked by the formation, your soul will be severely damaged at best, or even die at worst, so you must be very careful."

Before Xuanyuan Jing could speak, he heard the surprised voice of a strange man. He glanced at Yan Wenmo and couldn't help asking:

"Is this formation really that powerful?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at the man in green clothes, wearing a wooden hairpin, with a gentle attitude and elegant manners, and could not help but nodded and agreed:

“It has some lethality.”

"That's perfect... I have someone here who wants to ask for something. Why don't we use him to test it?"

As he spoke, he pointed casually at a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and said arrogantly:

"It's you. Go and try to break through the formation. If you pass it, I'll give you what you want. If you fail, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man had a bitter look on his face, and it was obvious that he had some ulterior motive. When he heard this, he first mustered up his courage, clenched his fist, and then walked down the mountain without hesitation.

He was just an ordinary man, and he wanted the divine fruit that could bring the dead back to life. He prayed and followed that person for many years before that person spoke. He must seize this opportunity.