Meng Wan tapped her toes lightly and stepped gracefully out of the last level of the Nine-Curve Spiral Formation, and a stone chamber appeared in front of her.
This is a very spacious stone room. The walls are inlaid with several luminous pearls that emit soft light, illuminating the entire space.
There is a stone table in the center of the stone chamber, on which is placed a set of exquisite tea sets. Steam is still rising from the teapot, and the air is filled with a faint tea fragrance.
Beside the stone table, a middle-aged man in a gray robe sat cross-legged.
He has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are bright and reveal a bit of shrewdness.
He looked at Meng Wan with interest, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, what a rare visitor! After all these years, I never thought someone could actually pass through this Nine-Bend Convolution Formation. This is truly impressive."
Meng Wan did not respond immediately. She narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to look at the stone chamber with a hawk-like gaze.
The walls were as smooth as a mirror, with no carvings except for a few luminous pearls used for lighting, appearing simple and cold.
The ground is also very flat and spotless.
Finally, Meng Wan turned her gaze back to the stone table.
The teapot this person used to make tea was actually made of thousand-year-old cold iron.
This middle-aged male cultivator is so wealthy that he is most likely a cultivator from a powerful force.
Meng Wan was thinking about these things in her heart, but her expression remained calm, and she just said lightly.
"But I was lucky and happened to find the right way."
The middle-aged monk was not angry when he saw that Meng Wan did not answer his question directly, but just smiled slightly.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the fragrance of tea instantly spread.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be enjoying it.
"The little girl is quite alert, but since you're here, don't even think about leaving."
The middle-aged monk gently placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound, which seemed a bit abrupt in the quiet stone chamber.
He slowly stood up, his grey robe fluttering in the wind, and a powerful spiritual pressure instantly swept across the entire stone chamber.
"It has been a long time since a cultivator was able to enter this cave alive. Little girl, you are very powerful."
The middle-aged monk's voice was low and hoarse, like the friction of sand, making people feel uncomfortable.
"I wanted to have a good chat with you, but... time is running out, so let's get this over with!"
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk flashed and appeared in front of Meng Wan like a ghost.
His right hand turned into a claw, and with a fierce gust of wind, he went straight for Meng Wan's throat.
The speed is astonishing.
It happened so quickly that a golden light flashed and Xuan Ji stood in front of Meng Wan.
He clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras silently, and his whole body was shining with golden light. Like a Vajra Arhat, he took the attack of the middle-aged monk head-on.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Xuan Ji was knocked back several steps, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His face was pale, but his eyes were firm, and he showed no intention of retreating.
"These days, Buddhists are also learning to play the hero-saving-the-damsel trick? How bizarre."
The middle-aged monk sneered and attacked again.
This time, his attacks were more fierce and deadly.
Although Xuan Ji is quite powerful, he is ultimately no match for the middle-aged cultivator.
He barely managed to block a few attacks before being hit in the chest by the opponent's palm. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
The middle-aged monk looked at Xuan Ji who was lying on the ground with a strange look in his eyes.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such an infatuated monk... Well, I'll let you two be a pair of short-lived mandarin ducks."
The middle-aged monk took a step forward, raised his palm and approached Xuan Ji again.
The fierce palm wind caused the temperature in the stone chamber to drop sharply, as if even the air was frozen.
Xuan Ji was breathing heavily, and more and more blood was flowing from his body.
Although his body was already overwhelmed, he relied on his amazing perseverance, gritted his teeth, and struggled to stand up again.
"You don't know your own limitations."
The middle-aged monk sneered, and without seeing how he moved, Xuan Ji's body suddenly began to heat up. This was clearly a sign of a change!
If nothing is done, Xuan Ji will soon turn into that hairy monster!
As if aware of his own danger, Xuan Ji silently chanted Buddhist teachings, silently resisting the strange power in his body.
At first, the middle-aged male cultivator wanted to watch the fun, thinking that he would not be able to hold on for a while and would give up resistance.
However, half a quarter of an hour passed, then a quarter of an hour passed...
Xuan Ji's body was shaking, but he managed to survive under the impact of the mysterious force!
"How is it possible..."
The middle-aged monk saw this and was filled with disbelief. "How on earth did you, a monk, do that?"
A strong sense of doubt and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he attacked Xuan Ji again without mercy.
Xuan Ji groaned, and the golden light on his body dimmed a little.
But he remained silent, blocking his way again.
The middle-aged man sneered, and his palm was as sharp as a knife, going straight for Xuan Ji's vital point.
"It's useless! Even if you can resist its will, what good will it do? Isn't it still a dead end?"
"Yeah?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded.
The middle-aged man turned his head suddenly and saw Meng Wan walking slowly towards the stone table in the center of the stone chamber.
Under the middle-aged man's horrified gaze, she raised her bare hand and slashed at the stone table with one palm.
This seemingly gentle palm contains the power to crush everything in its path.
The stone table cracked with a sound, and the broken stones flew out, revealing a strange fist-sized stone inside.
The stone is pitch black, with strange patterns all over its surface, emitting a frightening aura.
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