find.

This is the hidden secret left by the two of them. If everything goes well, there is no need to activate it. But if things change, Qiu Tianmo can be controlled to get close to Qiu Tianluo, so it has the miraculous effect now.

"What a weird formation"

Wuxin frowned slightly, with a solemn look in his eyes.

The magic circle that sealed Liang Yan was obviously from the Taoist lineage and contained the magic of the Yin and Yang of the Eight Diagrams. However, upon closer inspection, we found that the movements of the Eight Diagrams inside were all reversed. According to this situation, it operated like a magic circle.

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Although Wu Xin has dabbled in formations, he is not particularly proficient in them. Now that he is outside the formation, it will be very difficult to lift the restriction on his own.

"I can't break this formation, so I can only use the 'Wonderful Magic Hand' to help you dissolve part of the power from the outside. You have to find flaws inside yourself. Only with the combined efforts of the two of us can we hope to solve it."

Wuxin muttered to himself.

She knew that Liang Yan couldn't be heard in the formation, but she also knew that Liang Yan would definitely understand her intentions.

In the distance, Wu Changqing's eyes looked far away.

He was the most sober among the aliens, and was not blinded by hatred because of Qiu Tianluo's murder.

"This can't go on like this. Qiu Tianluo will die if he dies. We can't let the female devil break the seal of the magic circle. Once someone named Liang escapes, it will be all in vain!"

Thinking of this, Wu Changqing made an immediate decision, leaving the elders of the Huan Clan and the Giant Spirit Clan to attack Li Xiaosong and others, while he quietly left the battle group with the sixteen elders of the Wu Clan.

These people were all masters of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, and they flew far away from the coverage area of ​​"Jialuo Wujiang" and flew towards Wu Xin's location.

Of course Wu Xin noticed the changes on the battlefield.

In fact, not only these sixteen elders of the Witch Clan, but also those foreign monks in the outermost areas who were not affected by "Jialuo Wujiang", a total of more than 70,000 people, were also approaching her rapidly from all directions.

Wu Xin's face was extremely serious.

"I can only resist ten breaths at most!"

"If you still can't find a way to break it in these ten breaths, then I'm afraid neither of us will be able to leave."

Let's talk about the strange magic circle, where Liang Yan and Demon Lord Qingyun fought to the bitter end.

Both of them tried their best and used all kinds of magical powers, fighting not only the laws of the great road, but also the secret arts and tricks. They were really matched against each other and were equally matched!

In the midst of the chaos, Demon Lord Qingyun suddenly appeared, made a hand seal with his hands, and pointed towards the sky.

The rebellious gossip rotated rapidly, and the eight huge pythons all opened their eyes. Their cold and cold gazes penetrated the chaos and illuminated Liang Yan's hidden figure.

Liang Yan was slightly surprised. He looked up and saw that the eight pythons all opened their mouths. Seven of them had a stone slab in their mouths, which were red, yellow, blue, green and other different colors.

There was only one python with an empty mouth, and it seemed that what was missing was the purple slate in his hand.

As if inspired by the other seven stone slabs, the purple stone slab suddenly broke away from the restraints of the two men and spontaneously flew towards the mouth of the last python.

"Oops!"

Liang Yan's face changed slightly.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he collected the eight quick slates, he would never let the other party get what he wanted easily.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan activated the three swords of Mayfly, Zi Lei and Dingguang to launch a fierce attack on Demon Lord Qingyun.

Then he performed another sword technique, ran the "Lightless Sword Sutra", and lifted a black sword lotus into the air.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Countless black sword auras flew in all directions, drawing the eight giant pythons around them into it, tearing apart black cracks wherever they passed, constantly devouring the power of the surrounding magic circle.

Gradually, the flying speed of the slate slowed down.
Chapter completed!