Within Ten Meters, Fly In Situ

She clenched her fist and aimed at the center of the formation and smashed it hard.

He punched up and remained motionless.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Yun Wan's brain was buzzing with shock, she tried to stay calm, narrowed her eyes and ground her teeth, and said harshly in front of everyone: "You're cruel."

Those who know current affairs are Junjie.

Yun Wan sat back in the corner rubbing the bone in her hand that was about to break. The anticipation in Qin Zhiyan's eyes slowly faded away, she was too naive to really think that Yun Wan could break the formation with one fist.

Think about it too.

How can the ancient formation be broken so easily.

Yun Wan's move made Baizhu laugh mercilessly: "When did you Yinxiu learn the art of swordsmanship? Rather than wasting your efforts in vain, it's better to think about how to die."

The others followed suit—

"Yeah, the villagers here are not ordinary people, and it's even more difficult for us to disturb them."

"If you can't think of a way, don't cause trouble. If you make troubles, we will be the ones who suffer."

"In this way, when they come in later, we will take the opportunity to escape..."

Everyone gathered together to think of a way, but it was very unrealistic.

Not to mention Yun Wan, the formation is indestructible, and even spells can be rebounded. You can't count on her weak fists, can you?

Magical artifacts do exist.

But the tribute hall has a special formation, neither the magic weapon nor the breath of the sword can shake the slightest, let alone use the order to shuttle, for fear that they will escape, even the roof is tightly sealed.

Yun Wan didn't care how they laughed, turned her back and tried to use the glass mirror.

Forming an array also has an impact on Liulijing, the news cannot be transmitted, let alone contact with the outside world.

Xuanling: [Do you want to use this? ]

Yun Wan wrinkled the tip of her nose in distress: "It doesn't seem to work."

[Who said that? ] The knot formation in front of her is something that Xuan Ling played with badly ten thousand years ago, and it has no effect on her at all. Yun Wan can use whatever she wants, and she can easily lift the **** that the knot formation imposed on Liulijing , the mirror light flashed, and messages popped up one after another.

Yun Wan's back was turned to everyone, and the group couldn't see what she was doing, they could only see her flicking the glass mirror furtively.

Bai Zhu was still dishonest after being beaten up by Liu Miaomiao, and she laughed again: "Everyone says it's a formation, and nothing can be used..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Yun Wan holding up the mirror, and on the mirror was vivid information.

— Can it be used?

Everyone gasped in unison, even more shocked than her punch just now.

Yun Wan was about to post a message for help, when she suddenly noticed several eye-catching messages scrolling above her head.

[Si Shi has an assignment, 10,000 spirit stones per person, and above the Nascent Soul stage, if the price is too high, it can be reduced to 5,000. ]

[Go away if you are sick? Not to mention the Nascent Soul Stage, I don't even go to that ghostly place during the Tribulation Stage. ]

[Go to Baodan Gate if you are sick, don't look for bad luck here. ]

Gan, why is the person who sent the message so familiar?

Yun Wan went in and took a closer look, wasn't it just Xie Tingyun! That dog thief actually took her money to shake people to help fight monsters? !

Yun Wan almost lost her breath and sent a message directly: [Xie Tingyun, are you doing well in Si Shi? ]

Xie Tingyun replied quickly: [Successfully, a sword chopped off Shen Sui. ] paused, [what about you? ]

Yun Wan looked at the situation behind her, and pretended to be aggressive without changing her face: [Smooth, a punch ended the formation. ]

Xie Tingyun: [Excellent. ]

Yunwan: [each other. ]

"..."

The two tacitly cut off the message at the same time.

Yun Wan's **** self-esteem made her give up the idea of ​​seeking help nearby, and she snapped the glazed mirror shut, and the group of dazed girls behind her immediately reacted: "What are you doing? Hurry up and ask the sect for help." !"

"That's right! Don't delay us!"

"Look for my sect first! My brother is a formation cultivator, and he will definitely save us!"

Yun Wan was annoyed by their orderly tone, and raised her eyebrows: "Why do you listen to me?"

Bai Zhu didn't see the previous expression, she got up anxiously and wanted to grab the mirror in her hand: "As long as someone can break through the formation from the outside, we can escape, you quickly bring the glazed mirror, don't waste time!"

Yun Wan thought it was funny.

I didn't talk about wasting time just now, but now I'm wasting it.

Yun Wan turned sideways to avoid the arm that Bai Zhu came to snatch, grabbed the wrist and twisted it forcefully, mockingly laughed amidst the screams of pain: "Senior Sister, has no one taught you to lower your posture when you need something from others?"

"It hurts, it hurts, let go..."

Yun Wan pressed even harder: "My Senior Sister Miao Miao told me to let go, so I let go."

Hearing the sound, Liu Miaomiao also laughed: "No, I think this is good."

The two were extremely embarrassed, Bai Zhu's complexion changed again and again, and finally swallowed the resentment back into her stomach: "I, I was wrong..." She gritted her teeth, "Junior Sister, use the glass mirror to contact the teacher quickly, or wait until tomorrow At noon, we're all going to die."

snort.

Yun Wan threw Bai Zhu away, and suddenly, Liu Miaomiao grabbed Yun Wan and shook her head slightly.

She's not stupid, even if Liu Miaomiao didn't mention something, she wouldn't really shake people over.

The purpose of their trip was to kill Tian Wu and seize the spirit bones.

If Yunwan sent a message at this time, someone would come to take them out, and those people would not give up the legendary millennium **** Tian Wu. At that time, they will not only have to deal with the villagers of Xiayu Village, but also those greedy monks.

And when people from the Zongmen come, they will be able to catch up with the table for several people.

Yun Wan glanced at Bai Zhu and the girls who were staring at him behind him, and recalled their previous state, becoming more and more vigilant.

Fingers tapped the bracelet.

Xuanling understood and returned the glass mirror to its original state.

Looking at the mirror surface that had been blacked out again, Yun Wan sighed with regret: "No, I was discovered."

Bai Zhu couldn't see what Yun Wan had done, her expression changed suddenly, she couldn't bear the anger, she took out a bottle of powdered medicine and waved it at her.

Xuan Ling popped out a protective formation to keep the two of them behind the formation. At the same time, she reflected her spiritual power and sent the white ball flying a few feet. She rolled on the ground a few times, hit her back against the wall, and coughed up a mouthful of blood while covering her chest.

Yun Wan belatedly remembered that Xuan Ling was a legendary ancient weapon spirit, and ordered coldly, "Break the formation."

Xuan Ling used his spiritual power to break the formation, and Yun Wan stepped forward this time and smashed against the impenetrable wall with all his strength.

The talisman scriptures on the wall trembled, and a thin crack opened, and Yun Wan took advantage of the situation to give him a few more punches.

There were a few rumbling sounds, and as the stone fell to the ground, she forced a way through the thick wall.

The crowd had not seen the sun for a long time, and the sudden hope made them jump for joy.

Everyone rushed outside without hesitation, but this joy did not last long, and the way was blocked by villagers holding lanterns and grimace masks on their faces by Bailaihao.

Without ending the formation, they were no longer afraid, and used their spiritual power to pounce on them.

The spells rained down on the villagers. They were knocked down and quickly got up again, over and over again, no matter what method or method was used, the villagers were as indifferent as puppets.

Qin Zhiyan couldn't bear it anymore, and drew her sword to cut off the head of the villager.

The head rolled on the ground for several weeks before it stopped. The head that had been detached from the body turned into a lump of mud, and soon a new head grew out of the body.

Yun Wan thought of the finger that Aunt Li dropped.

— Made of dirt.

That is to say, they can all be resurrected from the dead like clay figurines.

"Is there a way?" Yun Wan asked Xuan Ling.

Xuanling said: [This is a puppet control technique, only by killing its master can it prevent regeneration. ]

The girls standing here are not high in cultivation, and the villagers who can't stop being resurrected scare them. The approaching torch is more like a reminder, swallowing their sanity bit by bit.

Some people lost the ability to resist due to fear, trembling and sobbing.

The villagers standing in the center suddenly stopped, their eyes under the grimace mask were fixed on Yun Wan, and they suddenly pointed over: "Catch the bride, we only want her, and give it to the mountain god!"

"New bride! Marry a mountain god!"

"New bride! Marry a mountain god!"

bride?

Liu Miaomiao and Qin Zhiyan were stunned at the same time.

The crowd is passionate and overwhelming.

The sound of grabbing the bride resounded throughout the tribute hall, and the girls backed away helplessly, looking at the approaching grimaces in horror.

The next moment, Yun Wan was violently pushed out by the hand coming from behind.

Hundreds of people swarmed up and surrounded her densely. Their sight was quickly covered by countless grimace masks. Liu Miaomiao and Qin Zhiyan couldn't get close, and they could only hear their urgent shouts that were getting farther and farther away...

Liu Miaomiao couldn't care less about settling accounts with those behind her, so she summoned a spell and chased after her.

After chasing him for a while, he saw Chu Lin and Yu Wuya coming with swords, followed by several rescued brothers.

Seeing that there was no one beside Liu Miaomiao, Yu Wuya frowned slightly, "Where are the others?"

Liu Miaomiao saw that the senior brother seemed to be seeing a savior, and she was anxious while cursing: "That **** Baizhu killed his fellow disciples, and they took him away every night!"

Yu Wuya's eyes sharpened, he spread out the map of myriad traces, and followed the trail with his sword.

Unable to catch up, Liu Miaomiao stretched her neck and shouted—

"Brother! Don't let Wanwan get married!"

"Did you hear that, brother!"

In the blink of an eye, Yu Wuya was no longer in the sky.

**

wake up again.

Yun Wan was imprisoned by the gang in a more cramped dungeon. At some point, the clothes on her body were changed into a bright red wedding dress, and her bracelet and storage bag were also missing. Yun Wan tore off her hijab angrily. For any omens, a pair of skeleton racks in the upper corner.

He was estimated to have been dead for many years, leaving only a few pieces of blue cloth covering the bones.

Yun Wan walked over and found that the man was still holding a sachet in his hand.

It's also weird, obviously everyone has become a skeleton, but the sachet is still alive, and there is no damage except for the old spots.

She carefully took out the sachet, and through the mottled blood, she could see clearly that there was a delicate small character "Qing" embroidered on it, which was a girl's name.

Except for the sachet, a ball of cloth held in the palm rolled down to the feet at the same time.

Yun Wan spread it out, and after a long time, the handwriting written on it with blood stains had long been blurred and hard to read, and it took a long time to understand the content only by looking at the context to judge the entire sentence.

[For posterity:

There are eight soul beads, which are arranged in four directions; if they are broken, the spirit and soul will all die; if you meet my love, please tell me, the long life will be with you, and you will never lose each other in this life.

Gu Changsheng, never write. ]