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Chapter 72

Fang Mu obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach.

He asked directly: "What kind of formation is those people setting up here?"

Although Wan Shanqing was helpless, he could only explain: "This is just an auxiliary formation, and the main formation is not here.

The main effect of this auxiliary array is distortion and concealing space fluctuations.

If someone enters Canglang Realm from near the auxiliary formation, he can transfer to the main formation in an instant through this auxiliary formation.

This kind of formation is usually used to meet people who sneak into the world.

It seems that some monks from the upper realm have already set their sights on this place."

When Wan Shanqing said this, the expression on her face had become very solemn.

He pointed to the battlefield in the distance and said, "If you want to stop the monks from the upper realm from coming, you must let those monks from the other realm stop fighting immediately!"

His voice sounded extremely solemn, giving people the feeling that the end of the world was coming, but Fang Mu just regarded it as if it was wind in front of him.

Fang Mufeng said lightly: "It's not necessary to stop the monks from coming from the upper realm.

However, this formation cannot make it effective.

You first cut off the connection between the auxiliary array and the main array."

Wan Shanqing glanced at Fang Mu deeply and advised:

"The person who came this time is probably Li Suye.

His cultivation level has reached the top of Taixuan, and it is definitely not comparable to an ordinary Taixuan cultivator.

The Demon Lord really wants to put such a character into the Canglang Realm?"

Fang Mu glanced at him and asked back, "Do you think I am not Li Suye's opponent?"

Wan Shanqing said in a deep voice: "The Demon Lord's cultivation is overwhelming in this world, and he has a good location here, and may be able to compete with Li Suye.

But if you want to kill him, there is no possibility.

If he gained a foothold in this world, the Demon Lord will definitely have one more strong enemy."

His words made Fang Mu slightly stunned.

His previous idea was very simple, just to see what the lively monks in the upper realm were like.

As for the consequences, it has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he wouldn't be the one who died.

Fang Mu was not sure whether he could kill Li Suye to death.

After all, he was just teased by Shao Tianhe a few days ago.

Fang Mu was still more or less afraid of the methods of these monks in the upper realm.

But because of this, he wanted to meet those monks in the upper realm for a while.

If they were all a group of small shrimps, Fang Mu would not have any interest in seeing them.

Fang Mu pondered for a moment before speaking again:

"What you said makes sense, but I have decided, you can do it!"

Wanshan's green eyes suddenly leaped wildly.

Just as he was about to continue persuasion, he was stopped by Li Zihua beside him.

Li Zihua sighed and said, "It is a general trend that the thinning of the Canglang Realm Wall is going to happen.

Even if you can tell the Demon Lord this time, it will only stop you for a while.

Sooner or later, those monks in the upper realm will come here.

Since the Demon Lord is willing to take action, don’t disturb the Demon Lord’s interest!”

After hearing this, Wan Shanqing's expression froze slightly.

Since he almost lost his soul in Li Suye's hands, he subconsciously placed Li Suye on the opposite side of Canglang Realm.

But Li Zihua's words awakened him obscurely, and Fang Mu and Li Suye may not be the enemy!

If Fang Mu and Li Suye join forces because of his obstruction, that would be the nightmare of Canglang Realm.

Seeing his expression constantly changing, Li Zihua continued:

"Although I don't know how powerful Li Suye you mentioned.

But since he set up this formation, it means that he is afraid of the Demon Lord.

If we can strike it head-on, it will also be a shock to other monks in the upper realm.

Even if we cannot kill it this time, we can understand that our cultivators in Canglang Realm are not ants.”

When Wan Shanqing heard this, he finally nodded and said, "Okay! I will do it as the Demon Lord told me."

As he finished speaking, he had already taken out a brush with a strange shape from his arms.

After sensing it silently for a moment, he made a stroke ahead.

There was no spiritual fluctuation around me, but there seemed to be an inexplicable fluctuation in the rhyme patterns connected to the formation.

Seeing this, Fang Mu couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Although he did not understand the formation, he could feel the changes in the rhyme pattern.

Although the surrounding rhyme patterns seem to be not much different from before, there is a hint of astringency at the connections.

This change cannot be achieved through brute force.

Fang Mu can slap all the rhyme patterns into pieces with one slap, but he cannot make these rhyme patterns close and separate in an understatement.

‘It seems that I have done the right thing to invite Wan Qingshan to come this time!’

He sighed silently and then set his eyes on the other side of the field.

At this time, the battle on the field has reached a white-hot stage.

Several NPCs from sects have been cleared out of the arena.

Those players who were forced to become free agents have launched a crazy impact on other sects.

Players are killed almost every moment.

After these killed players came out of the resurrection point, they soon entered the battle again.

The mental power that tens of thousands of players actually formed a layer of vague light that floated over the battlefield.

In order to let the monks in the upper realm come as soon as possible, Fang Mu only collected a small part of his mental power and allowed another part of his mental power to erode the boundary wall of the Canglang Realm.

As the boundary wall here becomes thinner and thinner, the space here becomes increasingly unstable, as if something is about to rush out of the void.

As Fang Mu expected, his hands poked out from the void.

After fumbled around for a few times, these two hands suddenly pointed at the void on both sides.

A vague channel appears.

‘Here you!’

Fang Mu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Under his gaze, Li Suye directly entered the Canglang Realm.

Before Li Suye's figure was completely solidified, he felt a hungry gaze.

He followed this gaze and looked at Fang Mu's eyes in one place.

Li Suye's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not intend to greet Fang Mu.

Although he thought that his strength was more than that of this Demon Lord in the Lower Realm, he did not intend to stay at the opponent's home court for a long time.

Almost as he looked at Fang Mu, he had activated the magic circle here.

In his expectation, this magic circle could take him away from here directly.

However, what he had not expected was that the magic circle here not only did not send him away, but instead triggered a violent friction among Daoyun.

Buzz!

An indescribable buzzing sound echoed between heaven and earth.

The group of players fighting below were dizzy.

The players who were still fighting for life just now fell down like a wheat field blown by a typhoon.

Even the elders floating in the air fell one after another.

trap!

Li Suye was slightly surprised and knew that there was something wrong with the arrangement here.

But he was not panic.

Because he had already seen that the power of this trap was not particularly great, just to prevent him from leaving.

He snorted coldly and said, "I arranged these things just because I don't want to have conflicts with the monks of Canglang Realm.
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