No spectre, I dare not show my face when I see his roots, and this terrible array is by no means to deal with ordinary evil spirits.
What should I do …
Wang Xuan heart cluttered and cast a glance ahead.
Suddenly, the light and shadow turned around the small building, the bamboo forest, the rockery and the flowing water attic, and a beautiful woman in white was showing a warm smile at her. "Husband, are you home?"
It is his wife Mo Qingrou.
"get out!"
Wang Xuanyi thundered and robbed the divine light.
The illusion in front of me suddenly broke.
Yes, it is broken.
The whole thing is like a huge glass broken inch by inch by his wife Mo Qingrou and then disintegrated.
Turns out to be condensed by those strange smells in the magic array.
Wang Xuan suddenly remembered a horrible name.
The demon!
There are many kinds of ten demons in heaven and earth, strong and weak.
However, the naming of the magical powers, with the exception of them, all have strange magical powers, just like his killing the evil spirits in the Dragon Cave can damage people’s soul foundation in dreams.
This magical environment has a variety of magical powers, and everything in heaven and earth can become magical, virtual and unreal, without form.
It turns out that this large array is a trapped demon!
After thousands of years in the Zhou Dynasty, this demon has still reached the realm of immortality.
Wang Xuan bit his teeth and immediately stepped back.
So it seems that this "Zhu Xing Bao Patent" may be a relic of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s treasure in the first world war, and now it is a forbidden place for magical stars.
After quitting the large array, Wang Xuancai was relieved and his face became gloomy.
This kind of thing is beyond his ability to deal with.
If you take away the Stone Demon in the "Zhu Xing Bao Patent" array at will, it will lead to terrorist unrest.
Magic things don’t pay attention to dogma.
Wang Xuan looked at the sky next to the large array, and the stars kept falling, and then he bit his teeth and entered the large array again.
Even if this stone can’t be moved, you can’t come in vain.
There is only one name in the list of "Zhu Xing Bao Patent", which is burned by the method of known suspected incomplete information.
If we can make up this achievement method, it will also be a great gain.
After making up his mind, Wang Xuan tried his best not to look at the fort, but to find all the stones to look at one by one
Sure enough, each array stone contains different charm.
There are a total of one hundred stones in the two large arrays in his hand, which vaguely constitute a Jiugong serial large array.
Wang Xuan has already realized two pieces in his hand, so he is familiar with it.
An hour later, ten array stones have been checked by him.
Finally, some information appeared in the list, but it was messy. It didn’t seem to be some kind of astrological method, and it smelled of sacrifice.
The splendor of the sky continued all night, and gradually dispersed at dawn. The magic array in the forbidden area continued to rise without suppression.
Wang Xuan has realized that nearly half of Zhu Xing Bao’s Letters Patent has become clearer and clearer, and then he looked at the sky in silence.
The so-called "Zhu Xing Bao Patent" is actually a method to kill the enemy and sacrifice the stars with the help of the stars …
Chapter four hundred and fifty-six The magic dragon in the town of offering stars finally takes shape
This is the real method of sacrificing stars!
Wang Xuan carefully realized that there was a thrill in his eyes.
Worship Rong in national affairs
Sacrifice has always been a top priority for Terrans, such as offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, four seasons and five days, the mountain gods and water, and the ancestors’ souls …
Sacrifices, large and small, run through Terran history.
Sacrifice in this world is not a simple belief, but a kind of wisdom.
A monk knows that the world is vast and the road is vast, and even if he is successful in practice, he is like a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people, but he is only a fly in the boundless river.
Monks go downstream and go against the trend.
I don’t know the road, I don’t know the number of days, and I feel that I have a little power, so I will turn into fly ash.
However, I know that I am drifting with the tide and refuse to jump out and look at the stars. I don’t want to find the rules of the avenue. A little vitality can also achieve immortality.