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?I'm afraid it was painted by the same person, you are here, here and where. "Zhou Xin said through voice transmission, showing Wan Yu some similarities one by one.

Wan Yu looked intently, and it turned out to be the same person who set up the Land of Drought Formation.

Just like everyone's handwriting is different, every formation master also has his own unique drawing method. Even if he doesn't know the formation method, he can tell from some details whether it is the same person who drew the formation.

Since it's the same person, the last time the array was set up was the Earth Spirit Bead, so could it be that the one who set up the array this time is also a Lingzhu?In the water, could it be a water spirit bead?

That's right, aquatic wood, didn't the unusually strong vegetation around give them a hint?

But this doesn't make sense. If the Water Spirit Orb is used as the benchmark, similar to the formation of the Earth Spirit Orb, it should be a flood. How could it be a plague?

And if it is really a water spirit bead.

There was already an earth spirit orb before, and now there is another water spirit orb, except that the fire spirit orb they know is in the hands of Yaoguang, isn't the rest of the disasters the other four spirit orbs?Xifeng’s severe drought is soil, Donglong’s plague is water, jade elephant’s ground is hardened into gold, You’s soul-eating grass is not wood, and one of the Lingzhu is already a god’s favor, and he can take out four in one breath. It's really a big deal, how powerful the family should be to be able to do such a thing, is it these big factions now?

Apart from them, there is no other force that can do such a thing, and I am afraid that only one force is not enough...

But if it is them, is there any benefit for them to do such a thing?Without mortals, how would they select potential disciples to inherit the Entrance Sect.

Thinking about it left and right has no clue, Wan Yu's head has been confused by the layers of mess, that's all, I can't think about it anymore, these problems will be sorted out slowly in the future, the key now is how to solve this plague land, Xu Hao and others have been here for a while, and he can't continue to procrastinate.

After exchanging their spiritual senses, after confirming the decision of saving life first and breaking the formation second, everyone fell on the formation.

Wan Yu only felt that his eyes flickered, and all the scenes changed, and Yao Guang, who had been holding hands with him, disappeared unexpectedly.

The empty palm made his heart shrink, he was used to the temperature of Yaoguang's palm, such a sudden loss made people feel that the temperature in his body was also lost along with the gradually cold palm.

He had gotten used to the existence of Yaoguang in such a short period of time, so dependent, and he started to miss him after only being separated for such a moment.

Although Yaoguang's current strength is already so strong, the person who set up this formation may not be as strong as Yaoguang. If Yaoguang still has an accident like that this time, will he still have the motivation and courage to survive?

Just thinking about it, Wan Yu felt his heart shrink instantly, and the chill that seemed to stand naked in the ice and snow spread from the bottom of his heart, and then captured his whole body.

No, it won't, Yaoguang has the Fire Spirit Orb, and it's so powerful, it's impossible for something like that to happen again.

Wan Yu silently comforted herself, took a deep breath, put away her chaotic thoughts, and concentrated on watching the scene in front of her.

Other cultivators may be able to withdraw from this formation or do nothing to save their lives, but he can't, he bears the guilt, and he swore that he will do his best to solve the plague, even if it costs his life.

He tried it just now, no matter whether it was the divine sense or the jade talisman sound transmission, there was no response, the real himself was isolated in this space.

Now he really has no one to rely on, only himself.

Everything in front of me is very ordinary, small bridges, flowing water, people, and smoke rising from the kitchen. No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary farmyard, but this farmyard is strangely far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Living alone in this beautiful place, it is quite worldly. The feeling of a foreigner.

But in any case, this is the only unusual thing about this area. Perhaps he should be thankful that the place he went to is not as unusual as the previous cultivators said. Otherwise, even if he has With the determination to fight everything, he couldn't find anyone who could make him fight.

Trying to fly with the sword, but although the spiritual power is functioning normally, it can't be used. Even so, I can only go on foot.

The hut seemed not far away, but when Wan Yu started to walk, he realized something was wrong. No matter how fast or slow he walked, the hut was like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey with a fishing rod, which could always be seen and eaten. less than.

That house is still the same house, and the smoke from the cooking has never been broken, but he walked all the way, and it may have been an hour or two. How could it be possible for someone to still smoke from the cooking for such a long time?

That room is more like a painting, a castle in the air, an illusory and false existence.

Wan Yu's heart skipped a beat. None of the illusions encountered by the cultivators who came back alive had such an abnormality. The only thing they didn't know was that the illusions encountered by the two dead cultivators had such abnormalities. Is he really lucky?

Strong doubts arose in Wan Yu's heart, and he stopped chasing the house that was out of reach. Although he was willing to sacrifice his life to solve the plague, it didn't mean that he didn't value his own life. The future of Hualongtan's construction of Dongtian Paradise attracted him, and he would never give up his life easily.

He has encountered too much misfortune in the past, but now he wants to hold on to happiness, and as long as he can live, this happiness is within reach.

He must live.

Losing the ability to detect the surroundings with spiritual consciousness, the only thing he can rely on is the eyes of mortals. Wan Yu's sharp gaze scans all the surrounding scenery back and forth inch by inch, and even squats down to feel the wetness and roughness of the soil with his hands. , to smell the surrounding vegetation, to taste these flavors, what God bestows on human beings is not only a pair of eyes, since the eyes are blinded, then use other senses to find the real world.

Soon, Wan Yu realized something was wrong.

The soil has no smell of soil, and the flowers, plants, and trees have no smell at all. I cut off a small section of the grass stem, and the little green juice came out. Wan Yu licked it. Sure enough, there was no smell, no bitterness and bitterness of grass. smell.

It really was just an illusion.

At this moment when I understood, the surrounding scenes were like a faded picture scroll, faded, and then disappeared. This time, what appeared in front of Wan Yu was a cliff. abyss.

But who knew that this cliff would not be an illusion?After all, they were underwater when they entered the formation.

Wan Yu made a careful judgment, and was surprised to find that this is the real world, but how is this possible?

Wan Yu looked around and found a rope hanging from the cliff. If this place is real, Wan Yu who has lost his spiritual power is equivalent to an ordinary mortal, and if a mortal wants to leave this cliff, the only tool is that rope.

Wan Yuku sat for a while, and found that there was really nothing abnormal here except for the rope, he really had no other choice.

Gritting his teeth, he walked carefully to the cliff step by step. Wan Yu heaved a sigh of relief when he found that he was still alive. It seemed that the cliff was real, but what stood before him was whether the only rope of life was real or not. of?

If it is fake, then the cliff is real, and he who loses his spiritual power will definitely die. No matter how strong his tempered body is, if he falls from such a height without any protection, he will definitely turn into meat sauce.

If it is true, then it is true that they have escaped from birth, but since they have set up illusions to block them, how can even those who spread the plague be friendly to them.

But if the rope is really useless, is it really trapping him here?Is there no life?

Wan Yu knew that this was impossible, all formations had a gate of death and a gate of life, even if they were close to death, there must be a glimmer of life, this is an irresistible way.

Is this rope the only door to life?How should he choose?Wan Yu was deeply confused.

But no matter how you think about it, when the only option is in front of you, even if that option seems so unreliable, there is no other way, because you have no choice.

There is no turning back, and there is no turning back for many things after taking that step.

Reaching out to grab the rope, Wan Yu was surprised to find that his hand went through the rope and found nothing, but there is really nothing else here except this rope?

Could it be that Shengmen is somewhere else?

But this cliff stretches for miles. If a cultivator walks with a sword, it won't take long to fly the entire cliff, but now he is an ordinary person. How can he walk all over this place, let alone this place in a How could he know that every inch of ground under his feet was real in the dangerous illusion of real and fake?

Moreover, it is impossible for the array to cover such a large area, so there must be a door of life wherever the eye can see.

This is where the rope is most likely.

And thinking about it the other way around, sometimes the false is true and sometimes the true is also false. If the people who set up the formation openly put this life door on display, isn't it just singing an empty city plan?

But what if the people who set up the formation use this idea to deliberately set up such a trap?

Do you dance or not?

Damn!

Wan Yu couldn't help but swear, the mood that had been honed in Zangshu Pavilion for more than ten years turned out to be irritated when faced with this dilemma, what should he do, how should he choose?

Just when Wan Yu was in a dilemma, a sudden change happened.

A loud bang attracted Wan Yu's thoughts to follow the sound