Chapter 1127 Send You to Die
Emperor Xuanming's eyes flickered slightly: "It's the Great Wilderness Forbidden Technique."
"What materials are needed? To make the centerpiece of the formation?" Mo Yizhou went straight to the point.
Luo Li quickly scanned the records, "Spirit Crystal, Heavenly Heart Lotus, Black Night Iron..."
Every time she recited something, Song Wanbai would mark the location of the center of the formation on the formation diagram.
Yue Hanchuan suddenly said, "There's still one thing missing."
Everyone followed his gaze and looked - in the center of the formation diagram was a painting of a twin ice orchid.
Luo Li looked up suddenly and met Di Xuanming's eyes.
The latter raised the corner of his lips slightly: "It just opened."
Lan Xiaoxiao stamped her feet anxiously: "Stop playing dumb! What exactly is missing?"
"The flowers under my bedroom window." When Luo Li stood up, Di Xuanming had disappeared from the spot.
Mu Ze counted the formation points: "Eighteen main formation points, thirty-six auxiliary formation points... Is it enough time?"
"We must make it in time." Luo Li gathered spiritual power at her fingertips and began to outline the basic array pattern in the air.
She looked at Song Wanbai, "Brother Wanbai, I will assist you. I will leave the main array to you."
"Okay." Song Wanbai tacitly threw out the formation flag to position the formation.
A moment later, Emperor Xuanming returned with a chill, and two crystal clear ice orchids were suspended in his palms.
What's strange is that the originally pure white petals now have light golden lines on the edges.
"This is..." Luo Li touched the petals in surprise.
Di Xuanming handed the flower to her and said, "I was touched by your soul power a few days ago, and I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Luo Li looked at Song Wanbai, "Will it have any impact?"
Song Wanbai shook his head, "No, the spiritual power contained in it can suppress the main array eye."
Luo Li breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Otherwise, if we go to the North to ask for one now and then set up the formation, the people from the Demon God Temple will probably have arrived and blow up the mountain.
Luo Li and Song Wanbai quickly set up the formation.
When the last array eye was embedded in the Bingpo Orchid, the entire array suddenly made a buzzing sound.
Eighteen golden beams of light shot up into the sky, and the black fog faded from its bloody color at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually turning into ordinary spiritual mist.
“Success!”
Lan Xiaoxiao had just cheered when a spatial fluctuation suddenly came from afar.
Mo Yizhou drew his sword and said, "I'm afraid it's someone from the Demon God Temple who came to investigate."
Luo Li made a prompt decision: "According to the plan!"
Everyone instantly dispersed and disguised themselves as an ordinary training team.
When three black-robed figures appeared at the foot of the mountain, they saw a group of young spiritual masters gathered around the newly appeared entrance to the secret realm and talking incessantly.
"Brother, look!" Lan Xiaoxiao deliberately raised her voice, "This rune is definitely an ancient relic!"
Mu Ze cooperated and said: "The spiritual power reaction is at least a Saint King level inheritance!"
The three people from the Demon God Temple exchanged glances, and one of them quietly stepped back a few steps, obviously wanting to make a message.
Luo Li and the others allowed them to send the message back.
Luo Li caught a glimpse of the man from the Demon God Temple's actions and sneered in her heart.
After the three of them turned and left, she immediately sent a message to everyone: "Prepare to infiltrate the secret realm. The Demon God Temple's main force will arrive in two hours at the latest."
Just then, Feng Wuhen arrived with his men.
Luo Li raised an eyebrow, "You're here so soon?"
Feng Wuhen spread his hands and said, "I came here through the teleportation array after receiving your news. The others have also arrived."
Luo Li narrowed her eyes slightly, "Tell them that each faction should send two people, and the others should stay in the city."
Feng Wuhen was stunned, but still nodded and said, "I understand."
Feng Wuhen asked everyone else to leave, leaving only himself, and then contacted other forces that had not arrived yet.
A quarter of an hour later, about twenty forces sent two people, all of whom were very powerful.
Feng Wuhen approached, "Where are the people from the Demon God Temple?"
Luo Li curled her lips slightly and pointed at the swirling black fog in the distance: "We've already joined the game."
She lightly tapped her fingertips, and the formation she had just set up suddenly showed pale golden veins.
Only then did everyone realize that the black fog that seemed to have dissipated had actually formed a circular barrier a hundred miles away.
Song Wanbai stroked the lines on the formation diagram and said, "What the people in the Demon God Temple are seeing now is an illusion we specially prepared."
Emperor Xuanming suddenly looked towards the southeast: "Here they come."
Several blood-red streaks streaked across the sky, led by an elder of the Demon God Temple.
Behind him were twelve black-robed messengers, each of whom exuded the might of a high-star lord.
Luo Li curled her lips. Sure enough, they only sent a bunch of trash.
Feng Wuhen frowned, "When they see us, will they think it's a trick?"
Luo Li shook her head. "No, I casually set up an illusion array around us. In their eyes, we are just ordinary spiritual masters. And they probably won't reveal their identities. Instead, they will enter the secret realm with us as ordinary spiritual masters. After all, they only want to seize the ancient god's inheritance. I'm afraid they don't want to reveal their identities and attract the pursuit of Bulicheng."
After the Demon God Temple elder landed, the blood-red light around him faded, and he transformed into an old man in a gray robe. He then walked over from a distance with his men, bowed with a smile, and said, "Are you all here to explore this secret realm as well?"
Luo Li secretly made hand gestures to maintain the illusion and replied innocently, "Senior, are you coming too? We're worried about being short on manpower!"
Mu Ze showed a vigilant look at the right time: "We were the first to discover this secret realm. No one has come yet. We..."
"Don't worry, young friend." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, but faint blood-colored runes flowed from his sleeves. "The secret realm is dangerous. Why not let me explore the way for you?"
Luo Li sneered in her sea of consciousness: [Sure enough, you came up with this idea]
Emperor Xuanming suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't move. A high-level spiritual sense is scanning us."
Behind the old man, a man in a black robe had a strange red light flashing in his eyes. It was the "Blood Eye Technique" unique to the Demon God Temple.
Luo Li pretended to adjust her sleeves, and the Chaos Jade in her body rotated, concealing everyone's true cultivation level.
"Thank you very much, senior." Luo Li pretended to hesitate and nodded. When she turned around, she made a secret gesture to Song Wanbai.
The old man curled his lips coldly, and at this moment, the entrance to the secret realm suddenly opened.
The red light of the rune suddenly became stronger, the stone door burst open, and rich spiritual energy wrapped in ancient pressure rushed towards them.
The old man glanced at the person behind him and said, "It should be a medium-sized ancient god inheritance. Get it and return as soon as possible."
After saying that, he led his men straight in without even looking at Luo Li and the others.
Luo Li smiled, "Let's go in too."
She stepped in first, followed closely by Di Xuanming, with a dark light flowing in his hands as he watched his surroundings with vigilance.
The others followed the two and entered the secret realm together.
The inside of the secret realm was in chaos, with broken walls vaguely visible amidst the swirling gray fog.
The moment everyone stepped into the secret realm, the stone door behind them suddenly closed.
The next moment, the old man's sinister laughter came from the gray mist: "My dear friends, thank you for leading the way."
Lan Xiaoxiao feigned panic, looking like a weak little white flower: "Senior, what do you mean?"
The old man sneered, "Of course, I'll send you to death."
Twelve black-robed messengers suddenly emerged from the fog, blood-red chains coiling around them like poisonous snakes.
Mu Ze "hastily" drew his sword to block, but the sword tip deliberately deflected three points when it touched the chain, allowing the chain to wrap around his wrist.
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