Dongfang Mo suddenly looked up at Yang Fan who gave him infinite pressure, and then he saw Yang Fan's face was a little ugly at this moment.

Dongfang Mo suddenly realized that this formation was activated with the power of spiritual consciousness, so those without spiritual consciousness will suffer endless backlash. Yang Fan is like this at this moment.

Yang Fan also had some uneasiness on his face, he was really uncomfortable

His own spiritual energy was also suppressed a lot, but when he thought of his about to obtain the power of spiritual consciousness, Yang Fan still smiled madly and kept saying: "The power of spiritual consciousness, the power of spiritual consciousness"

Dongfang Mo looked at Yang Fan and then slowly spoke: "Uncle Fan, this big array is not a big array that can absorb the power of other people's spiritual sense. This is a teleportation array. If a person without spiritual sense enters, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die."

Suddenly, Yang Fan realized that Dongfang Mo in this formation did not seem to be affected by any influence. Suddenly, Yang Fan's eyes were blood red. He had been blinded by a kind of blinding him. He suddenly realized, but it was too late.

"Dongfang Mo, stop this formation quickly," Yang Fan shouted wildly.

Dongfang Mo shook his head gently: "It's impossible, I only know how to start this formation, and I don't know how to stop it."

"Ah" Yang Fan's head hurts sharply, because the formation has risen to another level at this moment. Yang Fan, who is already desperate, glares at Dongfang Mo, "Since you know, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I really tell you, will you believe it?" Dongfang Mo still asked this question. When a temptation fascinated your eyes, even if your closest relative persuaded him, it would not work, let alone an outsider

Yang Fan suddenly pulled out a spear behind him: "Since that's the case, don't even think about going out alive." Before he finished speaking, the spear had already reached Dongfang Mo's eyes.

From now on, Yang Fan came up with the Yang family's ancestral gun technique and Liangyi gun technique.

Dongfang Mo naturally understood that Yang Fan, who had entered the Jedi, would naturally do his best. Fortunately, Dongfang Mo had already learned the Liangyi gun technique.

"What you do, let your children look up from now on, I will use your Yang family's gun technique to teach you, the ungrateful elder." Dongfang Mo finished speaking coldly, his palm suddenly surged, and a silver spear suddenly transformed out. Seeing Yang Fan's spear trembling into a ball of gun flowers, Dongfang Mo rotated the spear in his hand, which was not airtight. Yang Fan's attack was blocked. Dongfang Mo took the spear with the momentum. Before Yang Fan could change his move, he swept across his hand with a sharp edge, and swept three times in a row.

Yang Fan never thought that Dongfang Mo had practiced his own marksmanship to this point, but Yang Fan had a habit of knowing how to crack it. However, Dongfang Mo had a deeper understanding. He should have taken back the big gun with the third sweep of the gun, but Dongfang Mo did the opposite. With a push of the gun, the big gun actually stabbed with a silver light. Yang Fan's normal defense naturally could not think of this.

Only Yang Fan screamed, his shoulder was lit by Dongfang Mo's spiritual spear, and blood immediately flowed down.

At this time, the operation of the formation was further improved. Yang Fan's face was pale and he didn't even have a trace of spiritual energy. He held his head with both hands, and was in great pain.

Looking at Yang Fan on the ground, Dongfang Mo did not take action anymore. If it weren't for Yang Feng's relationship, Dongfang Mo would not have stopped. This is the person who wanted his life.

Yang Fan had no longer had any attack power at this moment and was enduring all kinds of pain. However, Yang Fan struggled to take off the jade pendant on his waist and handed it to Dongfang Mo: "Xiao Mo, give this to Yang Feng, this is the relics of her mother before her death. Don't tell him what I have happened, just let him think I am missing." Yang Fan said a few words with his last strength.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good. Dongfang Mo did not continue to be indifferent, but took the jade pendant: "I will follow your instructions and prevent Brother Yang Feng from knowing about you."

Yang Fan then showed a gratified smile: "I'm taking it myself."

Yang Fan, who was already under endless pressure, tried his best to say these words, and could no longer bear the pressure of this formation on the spiritual consciousness.

But in an instant, Yang Fan's eyes widened, and his black pupils remained motionless. When Dongfang Mo saw such Yang Fan, he felt nervous.

With a "bang", Yang Fan actually exploded and died. This scene was unexpected to Dongfang Mo. There was a small formation filled with Yang Fan's blood mist. A burst of blood was very obvious, but in an instant, the blood mist dispersed, as if it had been absorbed by the formation.

But he could feel that there was a mysterious force very similar to the power of spiritual consciousness, and this force was almost the same as the power in the wordless book. Dongfang Mo clenched his fists and observed the formation with caution in his eyes.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the formation, which was a very vague figure. What is certain is that the figure's face seemed to be covered with a mask, somewhat like the mysterious Songzhu Elder in the Sword Sect.

I heard this figure say, "Finally, I have waited for a person with the power of spiritual consciousness."

There was no hostility or intention to attack in that tone, but it was not kind and a little cold.

"Senior, what does your formation and the wordless book mean?" Dongfang Mo couldn't help but ask.

But the figure did not move, nor did it respond to him, but continued to say to himself: "No matter who you are, you must have seen my wordless book and got the map of this maze, which is also considered a destined person. I have lifted the ban for you now. From now on, you have no choice but to go to that place. You can only find Li Yang and leave the barrier space. However, whether you can withstand those difficulties depends on your luck. If you want to understand this space, find the people of the Xi family first. After that big change, I don't know if the Xi family will be at the entrance of the formation. I wish you good luck."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo realized that this figure could not talk to him. He was just like the instruction manual of this formation, but he used this form.

Immediately, the figure turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Dongfang Mo's eyebrows. Dongfang Mo only felt that his spiritual power was attached to some power, which made his spiritual power extremely comfortable. The restriction planted by the wordless book had disappeared.

Could this really be nothing bad thing Dongfang Mo muttered?

It is impossible for him to get out of this formation, because the power of spiritual consciousness with a unique power in the formation is like a cocoon that binds him, wrapping him in the center and getting tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, the formation was brewing and started to operate quickly. Dongfang Mo felt as if he was swept into a vortex. He could not control it, and could only rotate with such powerlessness.

But outside this formation, it returned to calm and could not see anything, as if this formation never existed.

When the light of the formation just disappeared, several people came from the exit of the maze. It was Mo Qingchou, a famous senior disciple of the Sword Sect. However, when Mo Qingchou came to the center and released his spiritual power to investigate, he didn't even see a hair. Mo Qingchou couldn't figure out what was going on, but when he thought that this remote town was just a remote place, how could there be any treasure? Maybe it was a scam to fool people. Mo Qingchou was not exploring the ancient tomb and was empty, but he was puzzled, where did Dongfang Mo and Yang Fan be?

After searching for a long time without success, Mo Qingchou was too lazy to mess around in this place where birds were not shit, so he said, "Liu Wen, I believe that Dongfang Mo would return to the Sword Sect and would return home. Maybe he was hiding somewhere in this maze. I'll go back first. Just wait for you to kill him, just tell me."

Liu Wen gave Mo Qingchou very respectfully: "Don't worry, senior brother."

When Dongfang Mo opened his eyes again, what appeared before him was a place like a paradise, with red peach blossoms and green willows, small bridges and flowing water, swallows and cherry blossoms, and more importantly, it was filled with dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It was so many times thicker than the Sword Sect's medicine garden with the most spiritual energy.

Dongfang Mo was lying on the ground, his whole body was sore, he was too lazy to move, just looking around with his eyes with vigilance. There was only one question that he was wandering around.

Soon, Dongfang Mo's body recovered. He stood up and ignored the quiet scenery in front of him. He searched around for a while, but could not find a trace of the formation. Just when he was looking for it ineffective, a child's crying sound came from beside him and a group of children's ridicule.

Looking at the sound, I saw a very short child holding a chicken in his hand, and the other children were surrounding him, trying to snatch the chicken.

"Don't steal my chicken, don't steal my chicken, it's my friend." The little boy let the kids kick and beat them, but he didn't let go of the chicken in his hand.

One of the taller children cursed angrily: "Then you dirty my clothes and just pass by it, can you? Since it's your four-eyed chicken that is dirty, if you let me eat it, I won't hit you anymore, otherwise, you can't imagine it's okay."

As he spoke, the vicious boy was about to pounce on him
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