Although he escaped from the "Twelve Dutian Ten Thousand Beasts Formation", the Buse Monk could not feel at all.

The consequences of offending four powerful people in the imperial martial arts realm are really too serious.

The worst thing is that Shen Lang doesn't seem to want to return from here as the same way.

It seems that I still want to continue to pass through this "Twelve Metro Heaven Ten Thousand Beasts Formation"!

In this way, the possibility of encountering these four people will increase almost exponentially!

At this time, Shen Lang yawned and said, "It's not as complicated as you think. Now, at best, they just want to slice me..."

"Also... I just want to slice it? Uncle Master, don't you want to tell me that there are more serious things, right?" The Buse Monk felt his legs weak.

Shen Lang grinned: "Yes, we have to use them to pass through this hall... They will probably want to chop me up by then. Look, isn't this more serious than slicing?"

Monk Buse: "..."

At this time, Shen Lang took out a white rectangular wooden sign and wrote a line of words on it.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore!"

Then, Shen Lang took out his wooden stick and nailed it to the wooden sign, pointed to the portal and said, "Catch this sign and go up next to the portal."

The Buse Monk said with a sad face: "We... won't we go back the same way? Otherwise, we'd better go back?"

Shen Lang glared and said, "It's easy to pass through this formation, why do you have to return? Look at your promising prospects, don't call me uncle next time!"

The monk Buse felt his head turned into a mud, so he quickly changed the topic: "This... this brand says 'The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore' and then put it here. Is there any reason?"

Shen Lang looked unpredictable and profound and said, "The Buddha said: You cannot say it, you cannot say it."

As he said that, Shen Lang walked to the grass near the cliff and lay down, crossed his legs and began to sway.

The monk Buse was full of questions, unable to figure out what was going on, and he frowned and rolled his eyes, with a wonderful expression.

At this time, Shen Lang closed his eyes and explained: "'Twelve Dutian Ten Thousand Beasts Formation' is not a fierce formation, it is just a big formation for playing tricks. The difficulties are not as great as you imagine..."

"No?" The monk Buse sweated and said, "Even the powerful people in the late stage of the Emperor Martial Realm can be trapped, and there are endless monsters of ferocious beasts. But there are such powerful ferocious beasts as the Emperor Martial Realm at the entrance... Is this still a joke?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "You have also seen it. As long as you walk into the light shield, all the threats will disappear immediately... What kind of fierce formation will give you a chance to breathe? Will it also provide you with a place to hide?"

"Hey, after saying this, it's really wrong!" The Buse Monk finally woke up.

Shen Langyou continued, "It's not difficult to break this formation, but it's as difficult as climbing to the sky; it's difficult, but it's actually extremely simple."

The Buse Monk shook his head: "I don't understand."

Shen Lang said again: "There are twelve light shields in the hall. When there are people in the twelve light shields, the formation will be broken. Do you understand?"

"But if you can't get enough of the twelve people, even the four emperors who just encountered, there is only one way to die, and there is no possibility of escape."

The Buse Monk suddenly realized, "I understand, then do we have to wait for people here now? There are already four people in it, plus the two of us, waiting for six more people is enough?"

"We don't count." Shen Lang replied: "Eight more people are in, and there are people in the twelve light shields, so this array will be broken."

"When all the twelve people enter the light shield, the array will enter a dormant state, and the twelve people in the light shield will be completely locked. At this time, we can swing over."

The monk Buse sweated profusely and said, "Amitabha, are we going to step on someone else's body? Master, this is really a bit... I have to think twice before I can..."

"It's not what you think." Shen Lang interrupted the Buse Monk and said: "The light shield traps them, which is actually like a prank. At best, it will be trapped for an hour, and at most it will be scared to them."

"After an hour, the 'Twelve Dutian Ten Thousand Beasts Formation' was completely broken, and from then on, anyone could have unobstructed this hall."

Speaking of this, Shen Lang sighed and said, "It's a pity that there is only one hour. No matter how fast we are in this hour, we are not as fast as those four guys at the end of the Emperor Martial Realm."

"..." The monk Buse, who had just revealed his joy, almost fainted.

This time, heaven and hell, normal people can be tortured into madmen!

Isn’t this what you did? What do you think you will do now?

Being chased by four powerful emperor martial arts powerhouses is better than jumping off the cliff!

If they catch it, it will be hard to die if they want to die!

But he only dared to think about this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

He frowned and looked at the wooden sticks he was holding with both hands. The Buse Monk said again: "Since eight people still need to go in, what does the uncle of the master asks his disciples to make such a sign and stand here? Do you advise them not to go in?"

"I just advise them not to go in." Shen Lang said, "You and I are leisurely outside this door. If you don't make anything, others will think there is something wrong."

"Don't worry, people are very cunning nowadays. When you see you like this, you will believe that there is no problem inside."

At this moment, two middle-aged men in green robe jumped up from the mountain road below without touching the ground, and soon arrived on the platform.

The two of them were stunned when they saw a monk holding up the wooden sign "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and it is the shore when they turn back."

"Monk, what are you doing?" One of them couldn't help asking.

The Buse Monk immediately shouted loudly: "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

The two middle-aged men in green robe laughed and scolded: "Serious pen!"

After scolding the monk Buse, the two of them got into the portal without saying a word.

"Amitabha, human nature... is indeed a wonderful thing..." The Buse Monk stood there for a moment and said blankly.

Shen Lang immediately praised him: "Well, the little monk has a good understanding, I think of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman wearing black slim scales and wearing a bronze mask slowly walked up one of the mountain roads.

The woman wore a tight scale, which undoubtedly showed her delicate figure.

The plumpness on her chest was about to emerge, and her slender figure did not give people the feeling of being thin, which immediately attracted the eyes of the Buse Monk.

However, she had a bronze mask on her face, which made people unable to see clearly. She could only see her eyes as sharp as a black panther in the jungle.

The monk Buse's divine thoughts swept away and was immediately shocked: this woman wearing a bronze mask had only the second level of Wang Wujing!

As for Shen Lang, Monk Buse has already seen him as a pervert. The ordinary martial arts realm seems to have no effect on him, so Monk Buse would think that it is normal for Shen Lang to do anything.

But a woman from Wang Wujing's second heaven, a single horse, actually rushed to this second level in front of others...

This really surprised the Buse Monk!

At this time, the Buse Monk saw the woman quietly glance at the wooden sign in her hand, and then turned her eyes to Shen Lang lying on the ground on the other side.

At this time, Shen Lang was holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and was also looking at the strange woman.

One man and one woman, both of them were wearing masks.

It's just one of them is the mask of an evil ghost, which is a bit creepy;

One is a bronze mask, which adds more mystery;

Both of them were slightly stunned when they looked at each other!

Then, the woman naturally looked away, walked slowly to the other side, and stood down against the cliff.

She walked silently, and there was a faint power shrouded by her body, giving her a feeling of being integrated with the surrounding environment.

"It's strange. I seem to have seen this look somewhere? It's cold and ruthless, and it also has a sense of evil spirit..."

Shen Lang moved his mouth and reached out to take the grass off.

The monk Bulu looked at the mysterious woman and Shen Lang. His eyes rolled around, but he finally couldn't speak.

The three of them didn't speak, just maintaining a strange balance so strangely.

More than two hours passed, and finally two people were waiting for them again.

However, when he saw these two people, the Buse Monk's heart skipped a beat and felt that his mouth was full of bitterness!

"Yin Tianchou!"

The one who came was Yin Tianchou, who had asked the whereabouts of the Buse Monk Shen Lang before!

Yin Tianchou and Duan Chenfeng were extremely fast, and rushed from the mountain road like the wind.

Still far away, his eyes turned and he had already taken the three people on the second floor of the platform into his eyes!

"It takes no time to find a place to find it! Master, you have made us so hard..."

Yin Tianchou was very clean and neat. With a clang, he pulled out a water-blue sword and walked slowly towards Shen Lang and Buse Monk.

As soon as the long sword came out, a looming ocean appeared behind Yin Tianchou, with waves rolling in the sea and howling the sea breeze.

In a vaguely, there seemed to be a dragon playing in the water.

Apart more than two hundred meters apart, the Buse Monk and Shen Lang could smell a heavy smell of the sea, as if they were already above *******!

Duan Chenfeng behind Yin Tianchou had cold eyes, murderous intent, and his divine thoughts locked Shen Lang and the Buse Monk!

The pressure of the powerful man from the eighth level of the imperial martial arts realm immediately made the Buse Monk sweat in a cold sweat!

The monk Buse clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what is the donor saying anything? Monks do not lie, how have I deceived you?"

There is nothing to say, the duck is stubborn, and the monk is not lustful can only hold on to the end.

After all, there is no evidence to prove this kind of thing, and it is related to the reputation of Ruyi Buddha Sect. Fakes must be said to be true.

However, at this time, Yin Tianchou finally found Shen Lang. Where can I have the leisure and elegance to discuss the previous deception with the Buse Monk?

Yin Tianchou slowly walked to the thirty meters ahead of Shen Lang and stood there. Senran said: "Take the things you get in the Hungry Ghost Realm. You are not qualified to own that kind of thing."

Shen Lang turned over and sat up and laughed: "What if I have sex? So what if I don't?"

Yin Tianchou's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said with an elegant smile: "It doesn't matter whether to marry or not, because I never thought of saving your life. I'll just take it myself after killing you. You... must die!"
Chapter completed!