"Is the broken hell really connected to this area?"

The little Taoist priest was surprised.

"good."

The ghost monk nodded: "But some real big monsters have not escaped yet. What they have walked out is just small fish and shrimps, but if they flow into the world, they will also cause poisoning."

"Who is that master?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"I was once responsible for protecting the ancient formation on this battlefield, but the years have passed and have long been transformed. Now it is just a touch of spirituality."

The ghost monk said.

Zhang Yuan felt a stern.

Respectful.

This is the real master!

He looked at the little Taoist priest and said, "Master Xiao Zhang, give the gourd to the master."

The little Taoist nodded, handed over the red gourd in his hand solemnly, and said, "Saint Monk, this is the pure yang water of heaven and earth collected by my master. Let me put it in the eye of the formation. Please ask the master to do it for you."

"I thank Taoist Master Ancestor. With the water of pure yang, the formation can finally be sealed again."

The ghost monk pronounced the Buddha's name and took over the red gourd.

"Master, how long can the formation here last?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly asked.

"It will be broken in three years at the earliest."
Chapter completed!