In the night, everything is silent.
A group of people hurried away from the competition ground like ghosts.
They stopped when they left the Nanwu sect.
One of them whispered a few words to his companions, then waved his hand, and several paper sculptures suddenly appeared around them.
People boarded paper sculptures again and rushed into the night sky.
They were none other than Meng Fan and others.
The purpose of their trip was also very clear, that is, to go to the Valley of Undeserved Death to find the transformed snake, and then completely surrender the transformed snake and use it as their own.
"arrive" Just before dawn, Du Changjue, who had been staring down at the ground, suddenly spoke.
He pointed to a deep and narrow valley and said to Meng Fan: "That's the Valley of Vain Death.
Let's just fly to the bottom of the valley."
Meng Fan nodded, and then all the paper sculptures swooped down, flew over the valley at low altitude, and flew to the bottom of the valley.
The sculptures startled groups of birds perching on the branches.
The sound of flapping wings could be heard one after another, and there were many feathers.
Flying with the wind "Our ancestors once had a big battle here with the monks in the cultivation world, and there were serious casualties.
This is why we found the aura of our ancestors here."
Du Changjue told Meng Fan, "And the events of that battle were I don’t know what the cause is.
My eldest brother made a conjecture before his death.
The cause is very simple.
Those monks are afraid of the power of our people, but they just want to eliminate dissidents.
Don’t you have a saying that those who are not from our tribe must have different hearts?"
Even when he was recounting the past, Du Changjue's eyes could not help but reveal the light of hatred: "The ancestors of Death Valley all died in vain, so this name is appropriate."
Meng Fan pursed his lips, not interested in paying attention to the old things Du Changjue was talking about.
After a while, he frowned and saw an unfathomable natural pit, with a strong musty smell emanating from it.
It was so dark and cold that the surrounding plants appeared withered.
Without Du Changjue's reminder, he knew that was where the Ten Evils had arranged their ancestral formation.
He directly controlled the paper sculpture and dived into the sinkhole.
In addition to Mo Yiran, Zuo Shixiu also followed.
As we went deeper into the tiankeng, the cold feeling became stronger and stronger.
Zuo Shixiu tightened his clothes and secretly mobilized his cultivation power to avoid any accidents.
After a while, the paper sculpture was about to land at the bottom of the tiankeng. , he suddenly found figures emerging from the bottom of the pit, looking up at them, and said softly: "There are many people down there."
Meng Fan had already seen those people and guessed their origins, so he asked Du Changjue, "You hid some of your clan members here."
"Yes."
Du Changjue nodded, "Although the ancestral formation has been destroyed, the luck collected has not dissipated.
Once we avenge our eldest brother and recapture the core of the formation, we still have a chance to activate the formation again. , to open the passage home, so let some tribesmen who came first guard this place."
"Fall there."
As he spoke, Du Changjue pointed to a place at the bottom of the pit.
The place was very flat, with a layer of stone slabs on the ground, like a square.
It was obviously built artificially.
The figures Zuo Shixiu saw just now were standing there.
Meng Fan controlled the paper sculpture to land on the square.
Those figures gathered around and looked at Meng Fan, Mo Yiran and Zuo Shixiu.
Then they all greeted Du Changjue, Mei Jieyi and Yu Lanshan with extremely respectful attitudes.
There were about a hundred of them.
Meng Fan took the opportunity to scan the surrounding environment and found that there were many simple grottoes on the cave wall at the end of the plain.
There were some small figures moving inside, which should be the children of the Du Changjue tribe.
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A high stone platform was built in the center of the square, like an altar, with a red flag flag erected on it.
Because there was no wind in the ground, the flag flag hung motionless.
Meng Fan looked further into the distance and saw many tall stone pillars erected at the edge of the entire pit, arranged in a large circle.
They were engraved with dense runes, exuding a trace of mystery.
Needless to say, this square is a large formation Or maybe the whole bottom of the pit is a formation.
"Everyone, do you want to go in and sit down?"
Du Changjue waved away the clansmen, pointed to a grotto facing the altar, and said to Meng Fan and others, "There is also wine in it."
"No need."
Meng Fan was thinking about turning into a snake, and didn't want to waste time.
"We will have plenty of time to drink from now on, let's do business first."
"Okay."
Du Changjue just said polite words, and then led Meng Fan and others in the direction away from the grotto and altar, that is, toward the center of the sinkhole.
"This is the ancestral formation."
Du Changjue pointed around as he walked, "If some bad guys hadn't come to cause trouble, we should have gone home by now."
"Where are those leaders?"
Meng Fan suddenly asked.
"There's no rush."
Du Changjue said, "You can see it later."
"Meng Fan, they are right in front."
Presuming that she was worried that Meng Fan would be anxious, Yu Lanshan said thoughtfully, "There is a deep pit in front, which was dug out by the eldest brother with the power of the formation before his death.
It can be called the eye of the formation.
They are all there."
Du Changjue glanced at Yu Lanshan and moved his lips, but said nothing.
Soon, Meng Fan walked to the center of the sinkhole and saw the so-called formation eye that Yu Lanshan mentioned.
Then his eyes narrowed into a slit.
He saw the missing leaders.
The formation eye is not big, only a dozen feet in diameter.
The surface is covered with a thick layer of blood mist.
I don’t know how deep it is.
There is a circle of short stone platforms surrounding the formation eye.
On each stone platform, people sit cross-legged.
They are wearing different clothes, their eyes are closed, as if they are in trance.
But on their chests, there was a thread of blood as thin as a child's arm that spread out and extended into the blood mist in the formation's eyes.
This reminded Meng Fan of the scene he saw at the bottom of the Yuxian Sect's sinkhole.
Several beating hearts were connected by blood threads, deep into an unfathomable passage underground.
After destroying those hearts, the underground Then the roars of ferocious beasts continued to be heard, which was breathtaking.
The difference is that this time it is a person here, not the heart.
"Don't worry."
Seeing the change in Meng Fan's expression, Du Changjue said hurriedly, "The formation has been destroyed a long time ago.
They are just sitting there now and can wake up at any time."
Yu Lanshan nodded: "Meng Fan, if you want, you can take them away tonight."
Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and asked, "What is their role?"
While asking questions, his eyes scanned the faces of those people, constantly identifying them.
Du Changjue thought for a while and said in as simple and understandable terms as possible: "Use the innate worldly aura of their bodies to suppress the evil spirits that are constantly rising in the eyes of the formation."
Meng Fan's eyelids suddenly twitched and he focused his attention on one person.
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It was at this moment that Mo Yiran, who had been silent all this time, suddenly swayed and rushed towards someone: