Supreme Merit Cultivation System

The exit was blocked by a thick layer of yellow light. The consciousness that was scattered and shot into the surrounding stone walls was quickly pushed back by the yellow light.

After searching for a moment in Young Master Jinhe's memory, Li Mo's face suddenly darkened!

This is a large formation, and it is the "Misty Tomb Formation" that I have never seen outside Anjiazhuang! Such a large formation must have been set up long ago. In other words, he ran into someone else's pocket by himself.

There! No wonder no one has come down, because there is no need at all!

This large array is enough to trap him until he dies!

You know, this is not a large formation set up in the wilderness, but in a closed underground space.

The formation only needs to bless the stone walls above, below, left and right, and he can't attack even if he is tired of vomiting blood.

…

Looking at the black-robed monk standing at the entrance of the water prison with a stern look on his face, the five members of the black-robed team all stood in awe and lowered their heads, looking respectful.

The red-eyed monk stepped forward like the leader of the five, bowed and asked: "Master Wu Qiang, how is the situation inside?"

Wu Qiang crossed his arms, tilted his head and stared at the formation disk in his right hand. After a long time, he said casually: "There are indeed two people trapped inside. It seems that one of them is Li Mo. The other... is a child.

I guess it has nothing to do with the ninth saint of the Western Paradise you mentioned."

How could the red-eyed monk dare to force his attitude towards him? You must know that he only followed Xiao Wu, while Xiao Wu followed Da Wu, and Da Wu followed the third prince of the demon clan.

Wu Qiang and the matchmaker in front of him, and the matchmaker directly belongs to the eldest prince. Comparing it, Wu Qiang is basically on the same level as Xiao Wu.

Although this cannot be calculated in terms of status, a big conflict really arose, and the people behind both sides took the initiative and made judgments.

The red-eyed monk gritted his teeth and said, "Master Wu, is that really not the Ninth Saint? Even if she is a child..."

Wu Qiang said impatiently: "He is a child less than ten years old, and he is a mortal! In the blessed land of the Western Heaven, one person is inferior to ten thousand people, and the future supreme leader is reduced to our Jingluo Mountain Wangxiang Palace. Do you think it is realistic?

?”

After saying that, he ignored the five people, threw the formation plate on the ground, turned around and left. He said from a distance: "You five are just watching from outside the formation. If you go in in two months, you should be in time.

That Li Mo collected the body... remember to hand the body to me when the time comes!"

The five monks in black uniforms were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks were thick, but they dared not speak out in anger.

The red-eyed monk leaned over to the entrance of the water prison, picked up the formation plate about a foot square, and motioned to the other four people: "Keep an eye on it! It is estimated that little Angkor will send people to look for us in a while, and we will be free by then.

Got it!"

The five temporarily captured strong men looked at each other, resigned themselves to their fate, placed the array on the ground, and sat around to watch.

…

Li Mo stood in the air, looking up at the sky. Minliduo held his head, and her little bald head also looked up.

There, the ice and fire bipolar flying sword blessed with the "Breaking Sharp Sword Technique" shines with golden light, and is drilling hard into the rock. However, the previously hard rock seems to have turned into mud at this moment, and the ice and fire bipolar flying sword is forced to

Tangled up.

No matter how hard Feijian struggled, he could only rush three feet into the rock and could no longer go deeper.

After putting away the flying sword, Li Mo remained silent, but there was no sign of anxiety on his face. Although Hu Jia couldn't afford to wait, he also understood that there was no point in being anxious.

Now he is no longer the helpless otaku, but a powerful monk with magical powers and a system to help him!

With hard power, you have confidence in your heart! When encountering trouble, the first thought is no longer "What should I do?" but, "I will think of a way."

Only Cao Pengju and Young Master Jinhe knew about the Mist Grave Formation. Li Mo's brows gradually furrowed as he searched their memories.

There are many variations of the Misty Grave Formation. The main abilities are confusion and trapping, rather than attack. This is a water prison, which was originally used to imprison many important people...

He was indeed careless when he entered hastily. How could such a prison not have defense formations? Isn't there a golden spear and sky fire formation in front of the irregular execution cell at the outer gate of Huiwei Sect?

Now it seems that the foggy grave-weaving formation should have given up on "mystery". It seems that the power of the formation was used to bless all parts of the prison. Instead, with the special topography of this water prison, the word "trap" was used to the fullest extent.

pole.

Thinking in his mind, he raised his sword of ice and fire and slashed around, and sure enough, he couldn't cut or penetrate anywhere. He even tried twice at the yellow light curtain at the exit, and it seemed to be the place with the strongest defense.

Thinking of a way out, he unknowingly pulled Minlido's little hand over, took it into his mouth and started sucking it.

Minliduo carried the cloth dog on her back and pouted: "Dad, I will be eaten by you sooner or later!"

Li Mo unceremoniously slapped her little buttocks with his backhand as punishment for disturbing her thoughts.

Unknowingly, he returned to the stone prison at the end of the water prison. He stepped on the head of the miserable jackal statue, snapped his fingers and murmured: "Maybe this way... if possible... it's really true

about there!"

After saying that, he turned his palm and took out the scimitar Liu Shui, and tried to use the "Breaking Sharp Sword Technique" to drive it.

The scimitar flowing water is just a incomplete weapon, and the internal formation is too simple. It can be driven with the "breaking sharp sword method", but it is limited to shooting the small scimitar like a cannonball. The subsequent manipulation is

It's like using thousands of hemp ropes to pull a high-speed train. It's too difficult to change the direction.

With only half of the strength, the scimitar flowing water shot out with the blessing of the sharp sword technique. It penetrated directly into the soft and thick wall about four feet deep. It only missed three feet before it penetrated.

Li Mo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this foggy grave formation could no longer trap him. The original attack power of the Scimitar Flowing Water was above the ordinary Xuan-level high-level spells, and coupled with the sharp-breaking sword technique, I am afraid that it would not be able to trap him anymore.

It is equivalent to the power of earth-level spells.

The Mist Grave Weaving Formation can only exert the trapping ability of the Xuan-level high-level formation. Since it cannot be trapped, we can slowly plan for the future...

…

At the exit of the water prison, the five monks in black uniforms were really nervous. The formation plate trembled violently just now, and after hurriedly entering the formation control tactics, they realized that there was no danger, because they were too nervous.

The red-eyed monk smiled bitterly and said: "Don't be too nervous, everyone. That kid is only at the level of the late stage of Qi training. The Wu Chou Grave Weaving Formation is pinched in hand. We don't need to take him too seriously... I guess.

We don’t have a share in this reward anymore. Let’s just take turns watching while the rest of us practice!”

The other four people raised their hands to express their approval. They were soon divided into three classes, two of which had two people each, and one class had only one Akame monk.

At the same time, in the dimly lit hall, a beautiful woman in a vacuum was sitting high on the main sofa. She was leaning lazily and while trimming her nails carelessly, she asked: "Did you catch that Li Mo?"

When she didn't get a response, she raised her head in confusion. Only to see Wu Qiang looking at her trembling bare feet with a blushing face.

The shoe on that foot had long been kicked off, and the toes were still curling and stretching playfully.

Wu Qiang suddenly knelt down, grabbed the bare foot and put it against his face, and said with difficulty: "I...I have been admiring Madam for a long time, please...please do it for me!"

The beautiful woman was not surprised. She raised her foot and pressed his lips, and said with a faint smile: "Master Wu, what are you doing? What's the matter... come to my place tomorrow night to discuss it!"

Wu Qiang's face instantly turned pale after hearing the first half of the sentence. He was stunned when he heard the second half of the sentence, and suddenly showed a look of ecstasy. He hugged the bare foot and was reluctant to take it away, and kissed it heavily...

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