At the same time, there was a loud rumbling sound underground, and the ground collapsed in eight places in the town. Eight wooden piles as thick as water tanks rose from the ground, forming a mysterious restriction.

Then the roofs of houses in the entire town exploded one after another, and more than 300 people in the town flew high into the sky.

These people all had stupid faces, formed strange spells with their hands, and then opened their mouths to shoot more than 300 canes at Blind Man Yan who was trapped in the wooden prison.

These canes were as black as ink and emitted waves of stench. After shooting out the canes, everyone's bodies quickly withered and fell from the sky like mummies, no longer alive.

Yan Xiazi was in the formation, and he felt an overwhelming corrosive aura surrounding him, eating away at his body bit by bit. Even with his cultivation level, he couldn't resist it.

What's worse is that his consciousness seems to be affected, and his thinking becomes slower and slower.

Just before he completely lost consciousness, his left hand touched the rag pouch at his waist without any trace, and the next moment it stopped completely and fell downwards.

At this time, there was a flash of green light on the ground, and a middle-aged man in green clothes emerged from the ground. He looked at Yan Xiazi's body and said with a smile:

"Senior Brother, you have spoken to me many times, don't you just want to find out where I am hiding in the formation? It's a pity that you calculated so hard that you didn't know that I had refined my external incarnation and hid it here.

I want to lead you to the sure-kill position in the formation, right? Hahaha!"

When I thought that Yan Xiazi was dead and that the sect had lost all the clues in tracing him, and that from now on it could be said that the sky is high and birds can fly, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

He turned his hand and was about to collect Yan Xiazi's storage bag, but suddenly he felt his whole body's spiritual energy tightening, and then all of it flowed out uncontrollably to his feet.

He Muqing was shocked, and his instinctive reaction was to use the shield technique to fly into the sky, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not leave the ground at all.

He glanced down with his consciousness and saw several flaming red spiders piercing half of their heads into the soles of his feet. These spiders were connected end to end to form a line, and at the other end of the line was Blind Man Yan lying on the ground.

He Muqing's spiritual power disappeared in an instant, and then the life force in his body also disappeared rapidly. His eyes widened, and he only muttered "Netherworld Fire Spider." Then he fell down.

As his vitality passed away rapidly, on the other side, Yan Xiazi, who was about to die, gradually became rosy, his vitality gradually returned, and he finally crawled back slowly.

Although the fight between the two only lasted for a moment, the intrigue and deception between the two was really dangerous. But it was the blind old man who had the last laugh.

He swept away the dust on his body, looked down at He Muqing's body, and laughed at himself: "This Netherworld Fire Spider has always been regarded as the biggest trump card since I got it. I didn't expect that it would be used on my junior brother for the first time. What a trick of fate.

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Then he put one hand on He Muqing's head, black light emerged, and he used the soul-searching technique. After a moment, his eyes flashed, and he looked at an extremely ordinary house at the entrance of the village, and said to himself: "So it's there."
Chapter completed!