(All the talks on paper are the beginning of the game between the two kings)
"Shadows of the Eight Tribes?!"
After Lan Feng learned about this from Ying Huo, his heart immediately tightened.
When he restored Bi Fangniao's true body in Wuzhuang Temple, the memory of his previous life was also restored along with it.
At that time, the eight tribes set up a sky net to capture Zu Bodhi and Yang Jian. He also saw Yang Jian in trouble in the wisteria gourd, so he sacrificed his life to block the fatal blow.
The eight-door killing formation of the eight tribes still makes Lan Feng still fearful. Now the people guarding the Tianlao are the shadows of the eight tribes, which also makes Lan Feng's steps a little cramped.
However, Yinghuo also told him a good boy, that is, the gods had mediated the annual rings of the divine dial.
Hearing this, Lan Feng finally breathed a long sigh of relief. His most rare time problem has been solved.
Next, it’s a matter of brain power.
Come to think of it, the demon clan's actions are already very fast. In just one year, the turmoil in the lower world has allowed the gods to mediate the annual rings of the divine dial.
Nowadays, this move of chess is still progressing towards what Lanfeng expected.
While running, Lan Feng searched for the location of the Heavenly Prison in the sixth heaven.
But after running for hundreds of miles, Lan Feng still couldn't find the so-called heavenly prison in his field of vision.
"Lan Feng, Tianlao is the so-called shady place in the heaven. It should be the place where resentment gathers.
That day you used the Dream Pearl to absorb the resentment from all over the world, why not use them to lead the way? "
The wooden branch was placed in the gourd and pointed towards Lanfeng. In response, Lanfeng pulled out a trace of resentment from the dream bead and lingered on his fingertips.
As expected, this trace of resentment gradually pointed northwestward in the air. Lanfeng also followed the direction pointed and found a black stone cliff.
However, what stands on the edge of the cliff is not the Tianlao Gate, but a city gate fortress!
I saw these five miles of misty stone formations spread out in front of the fortress, among which the black stones were steep and scattered in disorder. On both sides of the stone formation, there are two floating islands hanging high, with crossbow arrays densely covered under them, and their roots are filled with cold light.
Only one of the swaying suspension bridges spans the mist.
I couldn't see anything strange under the fog, but I could see hundreds of black-armored soldiers in front of the fortress from a distance!
Seeing this, Lan Feng cast an invisibility spell and looked towards the misty stone array.
"Don't go there!" Mu Zhizhi shouted.
Lanfeng was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Mu Zhi said: "I seem to know this foggy stone formation. When I attacked Lingxiao, I moved the mountain and sent a surprise attack team.
They also looked at a similar fog that day. They thought it would be a good hiding place, but they didn't know that the fog was a life-threatening rope.
This mist is extremely sensitive to body movements. Regardless of the depth of Taoism, it will turn blood red when touched.
In other words, if you enter this mist, you will become a target and be beaten into chaff by the crossbow array. Therefore, if you want to wade through this muddy water, you have to find another way..."
Lan Feng frowned, how could this be possible if he couldn't use his physical skills to get over?
Even if he does not reveal his body skills, after all, as a cultivator, the inner energy of cultivation has been dispersed in the skin and flesh of the whole body.
On weekdays, hiding one's own aura is also for other gods and demons, but it is helpless for this kind of dead object used to detect body movements...
"If Uncle Lei and Aunt Shuang are here, we should be able to get through it." At this time, the red boy in the gourd spoke.
Lan Feng said: "How do you say this?"
Honghai'er said: "Although the Rakshasa lineage also practices magic, it is a spiritual body and has no origin. It can only practice the elements in nature.
Therefore, their spiritual bodies cannot be counted as gods and demons. "
Hearing this, a smile began to appear on Lanfeng's face.
He said: "So, if we can find a spirit body, we can approach them silently..."
Mu Zhi said: "Where can the spirit body come from in this heaven..."
As soon as these words came out, Lanfeng and Mu Zhizhi's eyes immediately focused on Qingbai who was holding the iron scroll of the alchemy book.
"You...why are you looking at me? I have recovered my physical body now..." Qingbai said with a bitter smile.
Lan Feng chuckled: "It's recovered, you can remove it again..."
Qingbai wanted to cry but had no tears. This was the pirate ship he chose. Now it was time to use him. How could these people let him go?
"Lanfeng Demon King, please tell me what I should do..." Qingbai's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't run away anyway, so he might as well say it himself...
Lan Feng said: "Don't worry, I will separate your flesh and bones later, and you can carry this wisteria gourd through this fog.
I just watched it. This stone formation is set up to form a simple trap formation. I will tell you how to move in the gourd.
All you have to do is take the gourd to the end of the mist. "
Qingbai nodded and said: "One more question, does it hurt to be separated from flesh and blood?"
"It hurts, it must hurt, right Zhizhi..." Lanfeng winked at Mu Zhizhi.
The latter understood, took up the palm knife and suddenly slapped the back of the blue and white neck.
In an instant, Qingbai felt that his blood was surging all over his body and he had difficulty breathing.
Just as he was panting, he staggered forward two steps. When he looked back, he saw his body falling into Mu Zhizhi's arms like mud.
"well…"
With a sigh, he turned back into a pile of bones and was recalled to the present world by Lan Feng.
Lan Feng patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry Qingbai, what I'm doing now is really helpless."
The green and white skeleton waved his hand and said: "The demon king is serious. It's good that I can do my best. It's just that this fairy's territory makes me a little scared."
Lanfeng also understood in his heart that after all, the ghosts and gods that Qingbai saw were all matters of life and death, and fear was inevitable.
"Don't be afraid, we are all in the gourd and we will never let anything happen to you." After Lanfeng said that, he flew into the wisteria gourd.
Qingbai held the wisteria gourd in one hand and leaned towards the misty stone formation.
Lan Feng said: "Don't go on the bridge. There should be an identity verification mechanism on the bridge. Let's go inside the stone formation."
Qingbai nodded, flashing his figure as he shuttled through the stone formation. The stone formation looked chaotic, but in fact it was formed using strange techniques.
But this fog is mainly used to verify body skills, and the stone formation is actually a cover.
There are clouds in the art of war, but it is only true that they are not true.
Under the guidance of Lan Feng, Qingbai quickly reached the end of the fog.
Then, he stood behind a black stone and let Lan Feng and others look out from inside the gourd.
It turns out that the fortress is the "God Slaughter Palace" that Yinghuo found out from Yuan Hong's mouth.
Hundreds of black-armored soldiers were pacing back and forth under the city gate, their movements consistent, swords and shields dazzling in their hands.
"Demon King, how do we get in?" Qingbai said.
Lan Feng said: "Let's take a look first and then talk."
The black-armored soldier is divided into three horizontal and three vertical sections, laying out nine palaces. There are more than a hundred people in each palace,
Eight of its places are settled and one is moving. The mover is the fifth palace in the center, which moves randomly to the four corners "one, three, seven, and nine", and the people in the four corners of the palace also change and stand in the order of left to right, top to bottom.
The next set of five houses follows, and so on.
Looking at the city gate, there are four and two stone sculptures on the left and right, namely: Rat, Chou Ox, Yin Tiger, Mao Rabbit, Si Snake, Wu Horse, and Wei Sheep.
Lan Feng said: "It is indeed the logo of the Eight Tribes."
Mu Zhi said: "Not only that, the slanted black armored soldier is also interesting."
"This formation, together with the mist stone formation and crossbow arrows in front, can be regarded as a killing move." Lan Feng said, "The mist stone formation plus the crossbow arrows on both sides are to block the attacks of most intruders, while leaving only A suspension bridge deliberately forces intruders into a one-way street.
The people passing by this bridge will first encounter the black-armored soldiers from the eighth of the nine palaces. At this time, the fifth palace will move to the first or third palace. We assume that the fifth palace retreats to the upper left palace.
The eighth house retreats in vain and takes up the position of the fifth house.
The original 1st house moved down to become the 3rd house, the 3rd house moved down to become the 7th house, and the 7th house moved to the right to block the local follow-up support.
In this way, the nine palaces formed an encirclement against the enemies that had previously entered.
Anyone who falls into this situation will have a narrow escape from death..."
After hearing this, Mu Zhizhi said: "Is there another life left?"
Lanfeng nodded and said: "Zhizhi, you see, if we are ordinary soldiers, they will definitely rush into the Eighth Palace soldiers when leading the troops. Because the enemy here is closest to us.
But if a team of dead soldiers can be sent to deal with the Eighth Palace, and the large army attacks the Seventh and Ninth Palaces, their formation will be disrupted.
The square formation is like this, with eight retreats and five retreats, with the sides as the mouth, and five retreats with the corners as the mouth.
When retreating with the horn as the mouth, the travel speed is slower, but with the resistance of the Eighth Palace, the Fifth Palace will have enough time to retreat to the First Palace.
But if seven or nine withdraw from five, there will be dead soldiers in the eighth palace to contain the fighting force, and no one will buy time for them. If they want to retreat, their formation must be broken! "
"It seems that you are ready to storm the Tianlao in the future?" Mu Zhizhi held the jade flute and smiled.
Lan Feng said: "Who knows what will happen in the future? Let's go in first and talk about it now."
Qingbai said: "Lanfeng Demon King, you just said so much, but how should we get in now?"
Lan Feng smiled and said: "Let's go in. Now that the maze of checking body skills has been exhausted, next, I will use a body skill to hide my breath..."
After saying that, Lanfeng stepped out and put Qingbai into the gourd. Holding the invisibility spell on his fingertips, he kicked off the air and rushed towards the God Slaughter Hall.
A few jumped up, and Lan Feng walked around these black-armored soldiers. What he saw in his peripheral vision also shocked Lan Feng and others!
It turns out that these black-armored soldiers are not flesh and blood. They all have iron-faced faces, animal head masks, and black steel nails connecting their joints. They look like puppets!
Lanfeng didn't have time to think about it, and he passed through the clouds and passed the gate of the God's Slaughter Palace. Whether intentionally or not, the moment Lan Feng passed through the hall, the eyes of the monkey head statue on the city gate suddenly flashed a red light.
The main hall is empty, except for a few load-bearing beams, and there is a transparent sea of clouds as far as the eye can see. At this time, Lan Feng Mengzhu's resentment pointed towards the bottom of the cliff outside the hall.
Lanfeng walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see layers of evil clouds covering the sky, black and heavy with thunder, and strong winds raging in between.
The voice of the Nine Netherworlds came out from inside, and turned into bursts of wailing that echoed in the sky. At this moment, the dream beads in Lan Feng's hands began to tremble. Those grievances seemed to have found food to satisfy their appetites, and they surged and pulled Lan Feng's body towards the abyss!
When Lan Feng saw this, he immediately closed the Meng Bead and stared at the evil clouds below with a pair of green eyes.
"Mr. Feng, Lanfeng is here..."
