The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Then, which fan can pass into the inner formation?" Mo Yuxi asked.

Shaking his head gently, Yan Chuan sighed softly: "I have only heard of this kind of Feng Shui array, how to break it, I have not experienced it!"

At this moment, Ding Wugu gave Yang Zhijiu a wink. Then he gestured in one direction.

With a change of Yang Zhijiu's expression, he immediately understood what Ding Wugu meant, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Since you don't know which door, you can walk in two ways, Yu Xi, you go to the Yin door, I am to the Yang door!" Yang Zhijiu said.

"Huh?" Mo Yuxi frowned slightly.

"Master Yan, you really can't judge?" Mo Yuxi looked at Yan Chuan again.

"I can't!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Ding Wugu, how about you?" Mo Yuxi looked at Ding Wugu.

Ding Wugu's eyes flashed resentment again, because Mo Yuxi actually asked Yan Chuan first and then himself. Really inferior to him?

"Can't judge!" Ding Wugu shook his head.

"Where is Mr. Wen Ruo?" Mo Yuxi looked at Mr. Wen Ruo.

With a wry smile, Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head.

"All right, Suzaku, Xuanwu!"

"Subordinates are here!" The two subordinates responded immediately.

"You are responsible for protecting Young Master Yang!" Mo Yuxi ordered.

"Yes!" the two immediately responded.

"Qinglong and Baihu follow me, and Young Master Yan, come with me too!" Mo Yuxi said.

"Yeah!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"What about this army?" Ding Wugu looked at the three thousand soldiers. A sneer smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Where I go, they will go naturally!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

Three thousand soldiers can't divide their troops, divide it to Ding Wugu's side, that is to die.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Mr. Wen Ruo's talent can be worth 100,000 soldiers, and Mr. Wen Ruo is with you!" Mo Yuxi frowned.

"Yes!" Ding Wugu said solemnly.

The soldiers are divided into two ways.

The army of Yan Chuan, Mo Yuxi, Qinglong, and Baihu entered the vulva.

Mr. Wenruo, Yang Zhijiu, Ding Wugu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu entered Yangmen.

"boom!"

The door opened and everyone entered.

Yan Chuan and his party soon appeared in a larger hall.

"Master, the door behind is really gone!" Huo Guang swallowed.

A larger hall. The hall is dark, and the outlines in the distance can be vaguely seen.

With a wave of Qinglong's detective hand, a blue light illuminates the entire hall.

"No exit!" Qinglong's face changed.

"This is a closed hall?" Bai Hu also sank.

"This, is this possible!" Mo Yuxi's expression turned ugly, and turned to look at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan nodded gently.

"No wonder they proposed to go to the Yangmen. Ding Wugu must have sensed the entrance. He and Yang Zhijiu had colluded well? Ding Wugu! Dwarf! Damn!" Mo Yuxi guessed everything suddenly, extremely angry.

"Ah, what is that?" a teenager suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked.

It was a bluestone wall, and the wall was extremely smooth.

But on the smooth wall, a strange face suddenly emerged slowly. A human face with pain.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" There was a gloomy cry in the hall.

Everyone's scalp numb.

However, this was just the beginning, and two faces appeared next to that face. Four, eight, and eighty came out.

On the wall, strange faces suddenly appeared.

Different expressions, but all crying in pain.

In a blink of an eye, there were already nearly 10,000 faces on the walls of the hall. The face was crying, heart-piercing, and everyone seemed to be in hell, endless sorrow.

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