Liang Yan cursed secretly in his heart. He really didn't expect the scene in front of him.

You must know that Wang Ding, Zhou Tong, and Lu Qian are all monks who have become Tongxuan Zhenjun. Even if Xuanyuan Qi ascends to the position of prince now, there should not be many such subordinates, let alone these few people.

They were all his subordinates who had been with him for hundreds of years, and they actually gave up right away?

Although his heart was full of confusion, Liang Yan had no time to think about it now. He pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the Mayfly Sword Pill turned into a sword aperture in front of him, blocking the swarming black tide within three feet.

outside.

A powerful corrosive force came from the sword. Liang Yan and the sword spirit of the Mayfly Sword were connected. He felt a tightness in his chest, dizziness and ringing in his ears, as if something dirty had invaded his body, and a heartbreaking pain in his internal organs.

Feeling that the spirituality of Mayfly Sword Pill was being corroded little by little, Liang Yan couldn't help but change his face.

"What kind of formation restriction is this? Why is it so powerful!"

I remember that on that day, he was imprisoned in another courtyard by the Peach Blossom God General, and he also tried to break into the formation. Although he ended up in failure, the pressure that the "Peach Blossom God Formation" brought to him was far less than

The pressure of this magic circle.

You must know that the Peach Blossom Divine General is the fourth-ranked divine general among the twelve divine generals in Xuanyuan City. Could it be that the originator of the formation in front of you has a higher level of cultivation than the Peach Blossom Divine General?

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in Liang Yan's mind.

Luoshen!

After much deliberation, Liang Yan could think of only one master under Xuanyuan Qi.

"Who is this person? Is this formation designed for Xuanyuan Qi to practice? What is her purpose in helping Xuanyuan Qi like this?"

Liang Yan's thoughts raced, feeling that he might have discovered a shocking conspiracy, perhaps related to this "Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference"!

It's a pity that I can't protect myself now, otherwise I can tell the Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce what I saw, so that Li Xiran and Qianlong can be more careful.

At this moment, Liang Yan was trapped in a corner of the secret room, using all his spiritual power to try to maintain the aura of his sword.

But the power of the black tide is very strange, and it actually corrodes the spirituality of his flying sword bit by bit. Although the grade of the Mayfly Sword Pill itself is not low, he doesn't have the sword infant and the nine-turn golden elixir, so he can't use the sword at all.

With the power of the pill, I could only watch the sword's aperture shrinking little by little.

In just one stick of incense, the sword's aperture, which could still maintain three feet, had shrunk to less than ten feet. From such a short distance, Liang Yan could already smell the stench of the black tide.

Just when he was anxious, a babbling sound came from within his consciousness.

"Xiaojiu?"

Liang Yan didn't expect Xiaojiu to contact him at this time. Although he couldn't understand what he said, he could still roughly guess what he meant because of his telepathy.

"You want me to hide inside?" Liang Yan asked hesitantly.

"Eaaah!"

Xiaojiu screamed louder, as if urging him.
Chapter completed!