"What is going on? Do you understand?" Someone asked still very puzzled.

"Maybe it means that there are no treasures in the palace, only a half-dead and extremely powerful man who wants to come back to life!"

"How is it possible? How can you come back to life when you are half dead?"

"Your brain is moldy. Didn't you just say that you came back to life with my blood?"

"You are stupid. We didn't bleed. Look, your clothes look like they have just been washed. Where did the blood come from?"

"That's enough, you two idiots. You didn't bleed. Didn't those dead people bleed? Didn't you see the river of blood on the ground?"

The melee was suddenly stopped, and people were very surprised. In addition, Wuming and the others spoke so quickly that most of the monks still alive here were still confused and did not understand what they heard.

Anyone who couldn't understand it was because all they were thinking about was the treasure, and they selectively ignored the words of warning from Wuming and others.

Of course, there were also a small number of people who slowly reacted and gave a good reminder, and then quickly moved away from here.

"I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn't exist. Even the Holy Son and the Holy Lady were scared away. I think this can't be wrong!" The person who left comforted himself like this, but he was also worried.

However, there are still too few people who think this way. Most of the people who stay think that this is Wuming and the others who are playing tricks, and they are still completely immersed in the treasure.

In addition, those who are still here are not calm after experiencing the melee. Their eyes are scarlet, their blood is gushing, and the thoughts in their minds are how to kill these competitors around them.

"Anyway, everyone is gone, so this treasure is mine!" Someone rushed into the palace with a whoosh, and all he thought about was the treasure.

When they saw him entering and stopping, a war broke out again. Some people attacked the people around them crazily, while others rushed towards the palace with their eyes shining. No one was calm-minded at all.

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Because everyone who still had some calmness in their heads had already left here. Even some of them were unwilling to do so, but with an attitude of thinking about their own lives, they still tried their best to resist the temptation and left the Golden Palace.

"You said we should leave like this, are you really okay?" On the way out, Wuming said sadly, feeling a little heavy.

"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with words. Everything that needs to be done has been done. Some things are destined to be helpless!" Jifeng advised.

"Having said that, without my plan, this kind of thing might not have happened." Wuming said.

"Boy, stop thinking nonsense. Even without your situation, would all those people be able to survive? This is the secret realm of the Nine Realms. We are here for communication. How can we not avoid death? Since ancient times,

After so many years of experience, there is no immortality!" Ji Feng rolled his eyes and said.

"Oh, but I still feel uncomfortable in my heart!" Wuming looked sad. It's not that he was very compassionate, but he just felt that the cause and effect was too great. After all, those people were not evil people, they just wanted to die!

"In this case, let's find a way to break the formation as soon as possible. Those people are not really stupid. After calming down, they will definitely run away and won't rush to find death!" Ji Feng advised.

Under Ji Feng's guidance, Wuming's mood was no longer so heavy, but when he thought about the resurrection of Dragon Crocodile, those who had not left would become sacrifices to Dragon Crocodile, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

It was also this thought that made him and Ji Feng go faster and faster, trying their best to catch up with Daozi in front, because as far as the current matter is concerned, the hope of breaking the blocking formation in the thirty-sixth area lies with Daozi.

on the body.

He didn't think that the combined efforts of all the monks could really break the formation here.

You must know that this is a formation specially set up by King Peacock Ming to trap the dragon crocodile. How can they be able to break it? Even if they unite, the hope is extremely slim.

While they were chasing Daozi, those who were still in the Golden Palace, after discovering the dragon crocodile in the palace, they all calmed down as if a basin of cold water was poured on their heads.

One by one, they left in a hurry, their eyes full of panic. They no longer took it for granted, and they no longer thought about the treasure.

At the same time, the Lightning Son and many other saints and saints also came to the edge of the thirty-sixth area...

"Lightning, what are you doing standing around like a pillar here?" Looking at the motionless Holy Son of Lightning, Nangong Zhehua, who was the second to reach the edge, was joking while saying nothing.

Speeding up, wanting to leave the Lightning Son behind.

"Bang!"

But in the next moment, he suffered a tragedy. At high speed, he hit the formation barrier in front of him, causing traces of the originally invisible formation to appear.

"What else can I do? I'm ready to watch your excitement!" Seeing Nangong Zhehua covering her face and getting up from the ground, the joking voice of the Holy Son of Lightning slowly rang out, which made Nangong Zhehua

He was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This knife is so powerful!

"What on earth is going on?" Nangong Zhehua covered her face and asked in a sullen voice.

Just now, he had unceremonious and intimate contact with the formation barrier. His face was still hurting, and he felt that the bridge of his nose was about to collapse.

"This area seems to be trapped by the formation." Seeing that Nangong Zhehua also encountered the same situation as himself, the Holy Son of Lightning rubbed his nose and expressed his guess.

"Formation, sealing, holy shit, how can you run away? What if the dragon crocodile is alive in a while!" Nangong Zhehua said in shock.

"How did I know? I was waiting for you to come over and figure out a solution together without even looking." The Holy Son of Lightning shrugged, looking very helpless.

"Tch, you can pull him down. I think you are waiting for Daozi to be the real one!" Nangong Zhehua said very rudely.

"Just know it in your heart, it's so boring to say it out loud!" Holy Son of Lightning rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Previously, he had had close contact with the formation barrier. Although the injury had been cured, he still felt that there was something wrong with his nose, which seemed to be crooked.

His speed was too fast, even faster than Nangong Zhehua's, and the shock force he received was unprecedented. The bridge of his nose collapsed at that time, far from Nangong Zhehua's, which was just almost collapsed.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was another dull crashing sound. As soon as the two of them turned around, they saw a figure as fast as lightning, unceremoniously colliding with the formation barrier.

"I'm going, the excitement is really big this time!" Sensing the man's aura, Lightning Saint Son and Nangong Zhehua were both stunned, and their expressions suddenly froze.

At the same time, an unprecedented pleasure arose in their hearts. Seeing others being deflated was much happier than being deflated themselves, so much so that after the two of them looked at each other, they actually felt like looking up to the sky and screaming.
Chapter completed!