"Do you know each other?"
Yang Shuilan looked at the nervous three people opposite and asked casually.
After she became familiar with her fourth-level divine power and acquired several good treasures, she became almost aloof from the younger generation of the Witch Clan. More than five hundred years ago, she was famous for her fighting skills among the female cultivators of the Witch Clan. The old guy trapped him, cut off his cultivation and entered the Shinto.
Zhang Wenfeng told the truth and said with a smile: "We have had a few encounters, but there is no friendship."
There had never been a chance like this to block the woman who had escaped from his hands several times with her life in an underground cave like this.
He knew that even if Yang Shuilan broke up with the Wu Clan, she would still have complex feelings for the Wu Clan, especially the Bai Wu Clan, just like Wei Yan, the land master of Baihu Ridge, so he was not in a hurry to take action.
Once a person who values feelings establishes a friendship, he will not betray easily. This is one of the reasons why he is willing to deal with Yang Shuilan.
Yang Shuilan smiled: "The little girl is very powerful!"
He was able to "fight" with Guanzhu Zhang several times and was still alive and well, so he deserved a compliment from her.
Some of Zhang Guanzhu's methods are no less than those of the elderly defenders who were still alive a few years ago.
Many powerful shaman cultivators have died in the hands of Guanzhu Zhang, but he is not a merciful master.
Chu Qing'er was dressed in a neat purple outfit, which made her figure look slim and exquisite. Her beautiful face was not stained with mud and powder dye. She sent a message to her two companions to be calm. Last winter, Yang Shuilan was in the Wu Clan's territory. She made a scene and beat Elder Zhou Zhi in front of thirty or forty shaman cultivators until he was unable to fight back. She had heard about it.
But he didn't dare to act stupidly and provoke the delicate and tender former Water Goddess in front of him when there was no escape route.
Regarding Yang's temper, the elder shook his head and said two words: "Hot!"
"Chu Qing'er, a descendant of the White Witch, pays homage to Madam Yang."
The shaman warriors and diviners behind her bowed slightly and saluted, but said nothing.
Yang Shuilan stared at Chu Qing'er's right hand touching her chest, where the cuff had slipped and exposed a section of her fair wrist. There was a string of purple-black beads on there, with only five beads left, and said: "No need to be polite. We are destined to meet each other, Chu Qing'er, I give you two choices. One is to follow us to explore the ancient ruins here. Life or death is up to you. Don’t expect me to rescue you if you encounter danger. The other is to stay here and leave after dark, and come back to explore the ancient ruins in the future. It’s your business, don’t ruin my good deeds this time.”
She heard from Guanzhu Zhang that the historic site here was briefly opened in the afternoon during the Four Evil Days.
Zhang Guanzhu has spent a lot of effort and preparations. She cannot let the three descendants of the Wu clan who are obviously here to hunt for treasures ruin their joint plan this time. She will not kill them and prepare to trap them until dark. , leave with them.
She had heard about the ancient ruins at her feet more than five hundred years ago. At that time, this cracked and stretching ravine was called "Miasma Canyon". It had an obscure reputation and was filled with white mist all year round. At that time, it was like a forbidden area. It exists and cannot be easily approached by other witch cultivators.
A few years ago, she went to the Wu Clan's territory and passed by. She didn't see the scene covered by the miasma. She thought that this place had been opened by a few old guys from the Wu Clan. Unexpectedly, the head and tail were left behind.
This time, after receiving the invitation from Guanzhu Zhang, she immediately agreed and came.
No matter how powerful the formation restriction is, it has experienced five hundred years of spiritual energy decline and depletion, and it cannot be replenished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is also unsustainable in the early stages of the spiritual energy tide. It is a good time to break it.
The dark-faced man who was a shaman and warrior asked in a deep voice, "I wonder why Madam Yang wants us to stay?"
Yang Shuilan didn't care about the other party's attitude and said: "I will set up a drowning formation. You stay inside and are not allowed to go out before dark."
The black-faced man knew that Shinto had many insidious restraint methods. Hearing that the Water Goddess chose to use formations to trap them, he didn't say much.
Chu Qing'er briefly communicated with the two of them for a few words. It seemed that there was a dispute. She took a few steps to the side and said, "I am willing to follow Madam Yang to explore the ancient ruins here."
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
The Goddess of Water recognized the string of beads she had exposed on purpose, and she also knew that Empress Yang missed her old love.
Then follow along and maybe drink some leftovers.
The black-faced man and the divination master stayed here by default.
People had to lower their heads under the eaves. They finally calculated the exact opening date of the monument here. They never expected to collide with Madam Yang and that treacherous Taoist. They were not easy to provoke, so they could only endure it for a while to calm down.
The combined power of the two might be able to break through the water-falling formation arranged by Madam Yang in advance.
Yang Shuilan looked at Guanzhu Zhang and saw Guanzhu Zhang smiling and nodding, as if he was not dissatisfied with the three shaman cultivators who were exploring alone with them, and the two of them stayed behind. She also smiled. Guanzhu had a sinister and cunning side, but he was still upright and honest about himself. No one has anything to say.
With a wave of his hand, dozens of crystal water drops fell five feet away in the corner. The white mist on the ground slowly rose in a cylindrical shape, forming a semicircle above it, forming a simple falling formation.
The black-faced man and the divination master walked in silently, unable to resist, and asking for conditions would be humiliating themselves.
Yang Shuilan threw some blue water droplets to Chu Qing'er and said: "You are very smart, but you must take precautions. You can hold this 'water lin liquid' in the palm of your hand."
Chu Qing'er didn't say anything, stretched out her left hand to grab it, and the water droplets turned into strands of cold water and disappeared.
This is a very powerful Shinto prohibition. The woman's determination made Yang Shuilan take a look and said, "Let's go!" She walked forward and walked to the left along the crack passage. There were many such natural cracks in the rope ditch.
Chu Qing'er followed closely, facing Taoist Zhang with a gentle smile, she didn't feel the slightest sense of security.
The donkey came close to the viewer and said through his voice: "This little girl has a very decent figure, she is so charming, and her long legs are unfathomable... Tsk, tsk, she is flirtatious and charming, so eye-catching."
In fact, it doesn't appreciate human women at all. It treats them all the same, deliberately making fun of the viewer.
After staying in Dingxicheng for such a long time, it has learned a lot of the vulgar words spoken by those old oily monks. It has to keep up appearances with the younger ones like Little Fatty and panic. In front of the viewer, it has What a fart image, it's just a playful, happy donkey.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand and slapped the poor-talking donkey on the butt.
It’s been a long time since I heard Lu Zijin rap.
This guy is showing off, and he's ready to talk dirty.
The two people who stayed there waited for half a quarter of an hour before the black-faced man sent a message: "Brother Mou, they have gone far. Look at the water-falling formation that Yang Shuilan casually arranged. Where is the flaw?"
The diviner in black opened his eyes, pinched the right hand of the magic formula and pointed out the column formed by the white mist on the left hand side, and said: "Break this one first, see the subsequent changes in formation, and break another one and we can get out." "
"okay!"
The black-faced man raised his fist and struck wildly at the fog pillar formed by the formation.
After dozens of punches, the fog pillar was completely scattered.
At the moment when the mist of the Falling Water Formation filled the formation, the fortune-telling master suddenly turned around, pointed his finger in the air where the mist pillar was missing, and shouted: "Hit quickly!" The magic formula in his hand was violently released, attacking in the empty mist. An inconspicuous vortex suddenly appeared there.
She sneered in her heart, Yang Shuilan underestimated him too much. She just fell into the water formation, but she wanted to trap him as an formation master?
He sneered at Chu Qing'er's decision to follow Yang Shuilan on the adventure despite his advice. Apart from being good-looking and having an outstanding figure, that woman was simply brainless and stupid. If she was really in danger, wouldn't Yang Shuilan use that woman as a shield?
If you can figure it out with just a little thought, you have to gamble on luck.
The black-faced man struck violently at the exposed whirlpool of mist, destroying the whirlpool with more than ten punches.
Seeing the fog dispersing outside, the dark-faced man stopped and said with a laugh: "Let's call for more manpower, notify Elder Zhou and Mushan Shen, and block Yang Shuilan and the thief inside the ancient ruins, so they can catch turtles in a jar."
The fortune teller hissed: "Notify quietly, don't make it public, wait for me to calculate the good and bad luck."
A white bone disk appeared in his hand.
Suddenly, a huge suction force froze the two people whose expressions changed drastically. A dark hole appeared on the stone wall behind them, and the two people who were roaring and fighting were dragged in step by step. Their voices could not penetrate the thin walls nearby. fog.
The mist flows, and the holes in the stone walls disappear without a trace.
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