At this time, everyone felt that something was wrong.
"This... could it be hell? Have we been transported to hell?" A casual cultivator said with a pale face.
"Don't talk nonsense, where is hell? We are living people, how can we be transported to hell? There is no bull-headed horse face here, and there is no judge Yama." Another majestic casual cultivator scolded, but the expression on his face , there was also a hint of shock, obviously not as relaxed as he said.
An oppressive, dull and weird atmosphere enveloped everyone's hearts.
"I think we may have been transported into a magic inscription array." Lin Xin, a beautiful young man in yellow shirt from the North Campus who had never spoken, said slowly: "I observed carefully along the way. The topography of the street and the shops on both sides, on the surface, It seems that everything is changing all the time, but in fact there are many places that are the same. For example, the weapons shop around us has never seen its signboard before, but the decorations and layout inside have actually appeared in many places before. Times."
Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, entered the store and observed it carefully for a while, then nodded when he came out.
Lin Xin is right.
It is really a word that wakes up the dreamer.
The others also observed carefully for a while, talking about the doubts in their minds.
Gradually, everyone began to understand that they seemed to have really entered an extremely sophisticated illusory inscription array. This void ghost was definitely not as big as it looked. It was really under the influence of the illusory inscription array that everyone's eyes and ears were deceived. , I’m afraid it’s just going back and forth for hundreds of miles in vain.
"Only those who are in the realm of seventh-level inscription masters can set up such a lifelike illusory inscription formation. With our strength, we cannot break through the formations of seventh-level inscription masters unless one of us is an inscription master." Lin Xin's eyes swept over everyone's faces.
Everyone shook their heads.
The casual cultivators did not learn from the sect, but just explored on their own. Their strength may be good, but they will not be able to gain anything at all as an inscription master. As for the other nuns of the Wu Nian sect and the disciples of Zhan Ri Cheng, the former is famous for his whisking techniques and light kung fu. The other one is famous for his sword skills and is not from the Inscription Sect.
"If this is the case, then we can only discuss it in the long term." Ding Hao said loudly: "If you continue to rush in, you will definitely not be able to escape. It is better to find a place to rest for the time being. I think the various sects outside should already know what is happening here. If something happens, experts will be sent to rescue us."
"Huh, just sit back and wait for death? I'm not that stupid." 'Madman' Lu Kuang seemed to have always been at odds with Ding Hao. He sneered and rejected Ding Hao's proposal. He didn't know what he said to the few casual cultivators around him. The five people broke away from the team and left directly.
Ding Hao still wanted to stop him, but Murong Yanzhi beside him gently pulled Ding Hao's sleeve and shook his head.
Next, there are five or six casual cultivators, who have good self-control and are unwilling to stay and want to continue searching. There is not much worry on their faces. They obviously regard this place as a hidden place in the ancient ruins. I want to find some treasures and secrets here, but I have been blinded by greed.
The nuns from the Wu Nian sect stayed behind.
Although these young and beautiful girls were dressed in pure clothes and had shaved off their green hair, they were still young and attractive. They were chattering like sparrows, lively and cute. They looked curiously at Ding Hao, Lin Xin, Dao Qingcheng and others, who were leading the group. Under the leadership of a simple girl with an extraordinary temperament, who was like a banished immortal, he stayed.
The blue-shirted young swordsman sect that beheaded the Japanese city, headed by Dao Qingcheng, also stayed.
This group of thirty-five people in total found an empty inn next to the street and stayed temporarily.
Around the inn, people arranged some warning measures and divided into several waves to patrol around at the same time. Only then did the others go into their rooms to rest.
After working continuously for such a long time, they were worried and frightened. As soon as many people entered the room, they felt tired and tired, and they all fell asleep with their clothes on to recharge their batteries.
Ding Hao returned to his room. The little cute cat seemed a little sleepy. He jumped on his bed and fell asleep deeply, but he himself was not tired at all.
Since this is an inscription array, Ding Hao won't be very worried.
Because the Sword Ancestor in his mind was a master of inscriptions and could definitely detect the illusion, Ding Hao tried to contact this old monster again.
"Haha, little Dingzi, don't worry. I told you, this is your chance. Don't be impatient. When the time comes, we will tell you what to do." The Sword Ancestor, who had been silent, finally appeared.
Ding Hao asked worriedly: "What is going on? Are we still among the ancient ruins on Xiyan Mountain?"
"Of course it's still there. Lin Xin's guess is right. This is indeed an inscription phantom array. Hehe, although it is an eighth-level illusory array, it's not in my eyes yet. Hehe, don't worry, we have everything."
After Jianzu said with a smile, he stopped responding to Ding Hao and seemed to be busy preparing something.
Eighth-level magic array
Ding Hao was surprised. There was actually an eighth-order magic array here, which greatly exceeded everyone's predictions.
Only an eighth-level inscription master can lay out an eighth-level inscription magic array, and the strength of an eighth-level inscription master is equivalent to that of a strong man at the level of the Martial Emperor. As far as Ding Hao knows, none of the nine huge sects in Snow Prefecture currently has martial arts. The existence of an emperor-level powerhouse is truly terrifying to the extreme.
After thinking about it, there is no other good way but to place hope on the two old monsters Daozu and Swordzu.
Ding Hao sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice. He moistened his hands with Shao Yin and pressed the seventh acupuncture point 'Shaochong', seizing the time to improve his strength.
After 'Shaochong' was almost gentle, Ding Hao understood the meaning of the sword and the intention of the sword.
For such a long time, Ding Hao has hardly shown his achievements in sword intention and sword intention. This is because his understanding of this unique skill has always remained in a state of vague understanding, unable to make breakthroughs and touch it. The truth behind a layer of bottlenecks, and this was one of his trump cards against Mu Tianyang, so he didn't want to expose it too early, so he just practiced in secret.
Ding Hao spends two hours every day making breakthroughs in this area.
Unfortunately, progress has been slow and unable to meet his expectations.
It was the same today. Two hours later, Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes. He could feel that his understanding of 'intention' had progressed a little further, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go before he could fully master the sword intention and sword intention. The distance is like looking at the mountains and running to death.
Fortunately, Ding Hao was in a very peaceful state of mind, neither arrogant nor impatient, and not eager to make progress. After two hours, he no longer struggled with this aspect.
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Thanks to Fatty and Feng Chu Wuyou for their support.