"Then what should we do according to what the senior said?" Zhou Yang didn't have a good idea, so he could only ask questions knowingly, and it would only delay him for a moment.
"Little slippery boy!" Fan Yuan glanced at him and cursed in his heart.
Although Zhou Yang's expression was as usual, what kind of person he was could be judged from his eyes. This boy must have sensed his intentions. But what can he do if he notices it? Does he still dare to disobey?
Moreover, he was able to bring Zhou Yang here and promise to give him treasures because he had some connection with him. This was already a great gift, and he should put in some effort.
If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have been allowed to have any doubts, and he would have been forced to do so.
"This mask cannot be broken at once. The two of us take turns to attack, first easy and then difficult, first small and then big. So you attack first, followed by Fan, and we can break it step by step." He had to be patient. explained.
"Okay, but it depends on senior's orders." Zhou Yang agreed readily.
Fan Yuan couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect this boy to be so easy to talk to. The joy in his eyes flashed away.
"Senior, although this light shield has gone through too many years, Senior Fan also said before that the power of the ancient sect is beyond the reach of our cultivators. If this junior attacks easily, it may trigger a powerful restriction. On the contrary, If this is the case, the senior will be implicated, then the junior will be guilty of a huge crime! So let the junior try to figure it out first, and it will not be too late to break this shield."
What Zhou Yang said was well-founded and pointed to the essence of the matter, but it was not a rejection, it was just to allow for some effort.
Fan Yuan frowned, slightly dissatisfied. However, what he said makes sense, so we might as well allow him to investigate first before talking about it.
It would be better if nothing happened. After obtaining the treasure, he would give Zhou Yang a share as promised.
Seeing Fan Yuan nodding, Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to carefully explore the light shield.
Although it was said to be a photomask, it was actually just a resemblance in appearance. He couldn't tell what kind of material it was made of.
He had to look even if he couldn't see it, so he circled around the three light masks, over and over again.
The photomask is not thick, only a thin layer, but it is abnormally solidified and is probably difficult to remove.
After turning around several times, he couldn't detect it with his spiritual sense, and he didn't know what material it was made of, leaving him at a loss.
Of course, while he was exploring the light shield, he was also thinking of strategies rapidly in his mind.
However, Fan Yuan is a master of fake elixirs, and the gap between him and himself is too big. If something happens, he can kill him with just a raise of his hand.
"Alas, in the face of such a powerful force, all thoughts are in vain! But what should we do? God bless, I hope there are no ancient restrictions in the light barrier."
It stands to reason that restrictions like the Chaos Mist are rare in the world and can only be broken by a powerful person in the divine realm.
With such a powerful restriction, there should be no other formations in this space. Moreover, they have the Five Elements Token, which must be a token within the Tongtian Holy Sect. With this token, their identity will be confirmed, and the danger will be reduced a lot.
However, the layout of the ancient sects was beyond what he could figure out as a Lingtai cultivator. Many ideas came to mind, but none of them could solve the crisis at hand.
Seeing that the time for a stick of incense had passed, Fan Yuan showed an impatient look.
"Well, let's give it a try first. It seems we can't do it without taking some risks!" Zhou Yang sweated on his forehead, but after thinking hard to no avail, he was ready to give it a try.
"Senior, please step back, this junior is about to take action!" Zhou Yang also kindly reminded Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan nodded, jumped up and down a few times, and was already a hundred feet away. After a pause, he did not stop. He rose and fell a few more times, until he was more than three hundred feet away from the light barrier and finally stopped.
There was no change on Zhou Yang's face, but he had already scolded him like crazy in his heart. You asked me to break the mask, but you ran far away. What kind of birdman are you?
The little gratitude he had for Fan Yuan before turned into the air and dissipated in the wind.
But if you are unhappy, you still have to do your own work.
Zhou Yang also stepped back more than ten feet, slapped the storage bag, and the Flying Blade came out.
He injected spiritual power into it from the air, and three light blades shot towards the leftmost light shield like sharp arrows.
The light blade collided with the light mask. Surprisingly, there was no sound at all. It was as silent as throwing a ball of cotton into it, and the light mask did not react at all.
Even Fan Yuan, who was in the distance, was dumbfounded. What kind of mask was it that fell to the ground? A high-grade magic weapon struck it without any ripples. Is it because the magic weapon was of too low a level?
Zhou Yang also had the same idea, but nothing happened to the light mask, which made him feel a little relieved. He injected spiritual power into the Feitian Blade again, and three more light blades hit the light shield, but still had no effect at all.
You have to attack even if it doesn't work, and do your homework. Anyway, you have tried your best.
After firing several rounds of light blades, naturally there was no response.
"Stop for a moment!" Fan Yuan's voice came at this time.
"Yes." Zhou Yang was ordered to stop, his face slightly pale.
"You take a moment and then use your spiritual power to bombard me later."
The first sentence was not bad, but the last sentence almost made Zhou Yang vomit blood and wanted to curse loudly.
Even if you can't attack with a magic weapon, you still let yourself use spiritual power to attack it. What kind of intentions do you, surnamed Fan, have in mind? Do you not care about any feelings of incense?
Zhou Yang sat down cross-legged with a gloomy look on his face, minding his own breathing and meditating.
At this time, no matter how good he is at cultivating Qi, he can't hide the anger in his heart. If he is also in the fake elixir realm, even a Tianyuan cultivator, he will have to fight with him.
But at this time, people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads. With Fan Yuan's character of destroying everyone in a rage, if he disobeyed even a little bit, he would only die.
"Continue to attack, this time using spiritual power, first slow down and then quickly. If it still doesn't work, just put your hand on it and inject spiritual power into the light shield." After half a stick of incense passed, Fan Yuan's voice came from the distance again. .
At this time, Zhou Yang's ears sounded extremely hateful, which was completely opposite to his mood in the bamboo house.
At that time, he was an elder who was kind to him. Of course, it was Senior Xiang who was kind to him, and Fan Yuan just happened to meet him. But Zhou Yang really felt like seeing his relatives at that time, very warm and kind.
Although he went too far by annihilating all of Senior Xiang's enemies, it was just for revenge. Zhou Yang still regarded him as a senior, and a relatively close senior.
Later, Fan Yuan let Song Laohu and others go for his sake, and promised to give him treasures. He was even more grateful.
He was even asked to attack the light shield before. Although he was dissatisfied, he didn't particularly hate it. If he wanted to get benefits, he would naturally pay the price.
However, at this moment, he saw clearly the true face of this person. This person was willing to sacrifice everything for his own benefit, no matter who he was, no matter whether he was right or wrong.
He may have killed many people to avenge Senior Xiang, but a large part of it was to vent his anger because his own good deeds were being disturbed.
In his eyes, Fan Yuan at this time was the same as those high-ranking sect figures who took the lives of low-level cultivators, and was even more hateful than those people.
Because those big shots are like this. Whether you hate them or not, you can do whatever they want.
But Fan Yuan was different. He originally thought he was a kind and kind elder, but the gap was too big at this time. Instead, he seemed more hateful than those people, ten times, a hundred times hateful.
Full of anger, Zhou Yang stood up and slowly walked towards the mask.
But Fan Yuan was still three hundred feet away, just controlling the situation remotely.
"Take action!"
At this time, Zhou Yang was only a few feet away from the mask. He raised his hand helplessly, and two spiritual lights shot out, then disappeared into the mask and disappeared.
"Continue!" That hateful voice came again.
One after another spiritual light was shot out, but they all fell into the sea without causing any ripples.
Fan Yuan's heart was no longer low, and he was surprised in his heart. He was surprised both by the mask of light and by Zhou Yang's aura.
This kid's aura is not only different in color from others, but also very powerful.
It's interesting, this guy is not simple.
It was tea time again, and Zhou Yang's face was really pale this time.
Anyone who continuously unleashes spiritual power will become so weak.
However, he still kept a hand, and the spiritual power in his body was not released without reservation.
"Recover your spiritual power first!" Fan Yuan ordered.
"Damn it!" Zhou Yang cursed secretly, sat cross-legged on the ground again, and began to adjust his breath and meditate.
"Put your hand directly on the mask and slowly inject spiritual power. Don't stop without my order!" About half an hour later, Fan Yuan ordered again.
Standing up like a puppet, Zhou Yang walked numbly to the light mask, placed his hand directly on it, and began to slowly inject spiritual power.
However, just as a trace of spiritual power was injected, the light shield suddenly made a squeaking sound, which startled Zhou Yang. He took his hand away like a reflex and took a step back ten feet.
"Well, this kid's movement skills..." Fan Yuan narrowed his eyes, but he became more and more interested in Zhou Yang.
This guy is not very old, his cultivation level is not low, and his mind is very deep. He actually hides his strength in front of himself, haha, interesting.
"No problem, keep going!"
"Go on, uncle!" Zhou Yang's teeth itched with hatred.
As soon as he left the mask, the sound just now stopped. Doesn't it have to be infused with spiritual power to be effective?
Zhou Yang approached the light shield again, put his hand on it again, and continued to slowly inject spiritual power.
The squeaking sound came again, and his heart immediately rose to his throat.
But this time he did not stop, but continued to inject spiritual power. Although the squeaking sound kept ringing, the light mask did not seem to change much.
"Stop!" Fan Yuan shouted from a distance.
Zhou Yang immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him with some confusion.
Fan Yuan jumped forward, and after a few ups and downs, he reached the light shield, but he did not stop here, but continued to jump forward.
Zhou Yang was even more confused and looked in Fan Yuan's direction.
Fan Yuan swept to about a hundred feet in front of the light mask. There were still colorful and unknown flowers and plants there, but at this time, they began to change.
A mist slowly appeared above the flowers and grass. The mist was very familiar.
"This is..." Zhou Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, and what appeared out of thin air turned out to be chaotic mist again!
However, the chaotic mist that just appeared is darker than the ones that passed before, and the concentration should also be slightly increased.
Fan Yuan stopped more than ten feet away from Chaos, but instead of observing the mist, he lowered his head to check something.
Zhou Yang looked at it with concentration, and couldn't help but open his mouth at the next moment.
Under the chaotic mist, grooves appeared again, and this time the number of grooves doubled, not just twice, but eleven!
