Chapter 145 A Chicken in the Left Hand and a Duck in the Right Hand

By the time the Supreme Sect had reached the third level, other sects had just completed the first level.

Because of the extremely fast speed, the dealer who was originally planning to put up the betting board for the Supreme Sect in the youth team competition quietly put the board away.

What a joke! Even if the cultivation level of the monks of the Supreme Sect this year is not as high as others, and they have not studied for as long as others, they are all geniuses!

Even though the last three items are the major ones and they do not have an advantage, the first two items are 500 to 600 points higher than other sects, directly overwhelming a group of sects. If others want to catch up, they will have to create a huge gap.

There were inexplicably several gaps in the stands that should have been full, and the monks around seemed to be unaware and did not notice that the seats next to them were empty.

A light laugh was heard in an empty place.

"Tell me, did those young men from the Supreme Sect discover something?"

"That can't be possible. The Wushang Sect is just a bunch of bandits. They even took away the farm tools. They must have taken them because they thought it was new and interesting."

"I wonder what Your Excellency thinks of these five people from the Supreme Sect?"

"I think?" The voice was particularly contemptuous. "The so-called rare talent is just like this. He has already shown signs of premature aging. Don't pay attention to him. But the descendant of Lu Banshu is a bit interesting. It seems that the people of the Supreme Sect haven't discovered him yet?"

"Probably not."

"As for the medical practitioner and the sword practitioner, they are just so-so. As for the physical practitioner... her luck, from my perspective at the Zikun level, is too good to be true. However... her so-called pure mind is nothing but she is stupid."

The content of the third level is much more complicated than the first two levels. It is as if you were taking the final examination for junior high school one second and directly facing the real questions of the postgraduate entrance examination the next second.

The five people were in an isolated city. Everything was silent and there was not a single person in sight.

Lin Du narrowed his eyes, "This level tests the formation. It doesn't matter. I'm a formation master."

She smiled and patted Ni Jinxuan, who was tugging at her sleeves nervously, "Listen to me."

[Level 3: Please find out the secret of the disappearance of the people in the ancient city, break the formation, and find a way to survive.]

Lin Du released his consciousness and felt the most bizarre place, "There is no air flow."

If there is no air flow, it will be impossible to sense the life gate in the first time.

"Let's take a walk around first."

A few people walked around and entered the first large courtyard. They were filled with a cold and gloomy aura. There were many stone sculptures in the courtyard, surrounding the closed houses in the middle.

Those stone sculptures were all made in the shape of human beings, with different faces and postures, but generally they all had two hands, two feet, two eyes and a mouth.

Yuan Ye shuddered, "Why do I feel so scared?"

Although the stone sculptures are silent and their gray surfaces are rough and dark, it is still scary to see so many human-like statues standing in a yard.

Looking closely, each stone sculpture seems to maintain a moving posture, as if it will move in the next second.

Yuan Ye suddenly thought of the pile of white bones he saw in the ancient city when he first entered the secret realm. He was really scared. These things... If he raised two stone arms, it would not be a good thing.

Yan Qing held up a big knife and said, "I'll go in and take a look."

"Don't move yet, there is a formation."

Lin Du's words made Yan Qing stop in his tracks. There was no other reason but to cherish his life.

"Come on, kid, count for me, Yan Qing on the left, Yuan Ye on the right."

Yuan Ye and Yan Qing began to count honestly again.

"Report, thirty-two."

"There are thirty-two here, too."

Lin Du walked to a stone sculpture, inspected it, and found a special seal on the chest. "Got it. There are sixty-four in total. Go ahead and don't worry. Nothing will happen."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's the Eight Yang Formation."

Yan Qing and Yuan Ye also walked in courageously.

"Junior Master, what is the Eight Yang Formation?" Ni Jinxuan's knowledge of formations only stayed at the most basic dozen or so commonly used formations.

Lin Du smiled slightly, "Sixty-four people, set up eight small Eight Yang Formation Eyes around the iron coffin. The Eight Yang Formation is used to...scare away evil spirits, and eight small Eight Yangs are enough to form a large Soul-Snatching Formation."

Ni Jinxuan grasped the final point, "You mean... there might be an iron coffin in the house, is the evil ghost... still there?"

Lin Du lowered his eyes, "This is a deadly formation."

"Death formation?"

Without waiting for Lin Du to answer, Yan Qing and Yuan Ye had already opened the door of the house.

"It's a coffin!" Yan Qing's voice was a little nervous, "It's an iron coffin."

Iron coffins are not common.

Yuan Ye grabbed Yan Qing nervously, muttering, "Open the door and you'll see a coffin, get promoted and make money, make money..."

As if to confirm what Yuan Ye said, the iron coffin inside made a thudding sound and then slowly rose into the air.

There was a thudding sound in the courtyard, followed by an inexplicable sound of nails scratching metal, which tortured people's eardrums and their spirits.

Yuan Ye's figure flashed, and he turned around and pulled Yan Qing to run away, "Junior Master!!!"

Lin Du walked into the courtyard leisurely, holding the Fu Sheng Fan in his hand, infusing it with spiritual power, and knocked along the way, each fan hitting the stone carvings.

The collision of metal and stone made a clanging sound.

Lin Du's walking style was very special. He walked in a circle of eight steps, for a total of eight circles. Every time he passed a circle, eight stone sculptures would move in a specific pace, and he walked through the entire courtyard in this way.

Just after the last door fell, all the stone sculptures in the yard began to move. Those mechanical and rigid steps moved step by step, and lime fell down as they walked. The footsteps dragged and scraped the ground, making the sound of stone statues moving on the ground.

As soon as Yuan Ye turned around and walked into the stone sculptures, he was forced to walk through the stone flow by the stone sculptures. He screamed, "Master Junior, save me!"

Lin Du was speechless, "Go back, who told you to move?"

She let the living people in just to attract fresh energy. Who would have thought that after eight years, these two cunning men were still so unreliable.

Yuan Ye and Yan Qing could only retreat with tears in their eyes. They were pushed back and forth by the stone sculptures along the way. They did not dare to reach out and touch the stone sculptures, for fear that they would do something wrong and disrupt the formation. They almost became roasted sausages rolling on the conveyor belt. It seemed that they had taken many steps, but in fact they had not moved at all.

Lin Du was stunned, so he flew over, picked up Yuan Ye and Yan Qing, stepped on the top of the stone sculpture, and landed inside the house.

"Really... a chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and the only thing missing is a back..."

Before Lin Du could finish his words, he suddenly felt a weight on his back and a chill on the back of his neck.

Yuan Ye looked at Lin Du in horror as a dark handprint appeared on his pale, almost transparent neck. "Junior Master!"

"I'm carrying a fat baby on my back. The fat baby is coming, right?"

Lin Du remained calm and elbowed back, only to hit a cloud of obstructing mist.

Or in other words, ghost spirit.

Lin Du finally stopped smiling, "Interesting."

It turned out that the ghosts had already come out, and the sound in the coffin just now was made for them to hear.

Unfortunately, when Lin Du raised his hands to form seals, Yuan Ye had already finished chanting the spell, and a broad-backed sword shining with golden light brushed past Lin Du's thin waist and chopped past.

The spiritual power shield on Lin Du's body suddenly released its aura, shaking the thing on his back off. He quickly turned around and kicked it.

"What are you doing out here? Just to get some fresh air?" Lin Du said in a grim tone, "The formation is activated now, and you feel the gravitational pull? Are you anxious~"

"There is no Jinxuan in the sky, Yanghuo!"

"Yuan Ye Yan Qing, open the coffin!"

Yuan Ye sighed, "Are you really going to open the coffin?"

Lin Du kicked him and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Yuan Ye was kicked down on one side of the coffin. He looked at Yan Qing and then, with all their might, one used an unlock card and the other used brute force to pry open the coffin lid and lift it into the air.

Two beams of fire poured into the house from the front door, forcing the evil spirit to retreat.

The Soul-Snatching Array, when activated, can transport the wronged souls to the designated location, which is the iron coffin in the array.

Lin Du added fuel to the fire, forcing the evil ghost that had been taken out at some point to return to the coffin. As long as he closed the coffin lid, it would be done.

The power of this evil ghost is definitely far beyond what Lin Du can currently disperse, and... the mystery has not been solved yet, so it is better to suppress it for the time being.

The power of the surrounding array suppresses the ghost, and there is also a strong attraction inside the iron coffin, escorting the evil ghost back into the coffin.

Lin Du then flew up and stepped on the coffin board to press down on the iron coffin.

Bang!

A loud thump of the coffin slamming echoed throughout the courtyard, causing the ground to shake and stir up a cloud of accumulated dust.

Lin Du squatted on the coffin board, his green robe swaying slightly. The handsome man who was only handsome for a second soon wrinkled his nose and sneezed, "A-choo..."

Yuan Ye held his right hand, which he had almost pulled back, and blew hard on it. "It was a close call. I almost lost my hand."