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The first thousand four hundred and fifty first chapter ancient witch pattern

"It's okay, I'll be responsible for finding someone." Shen Luo walked into the ground for dozens of feet, stopped and took out something. It was the map of mountains, rivers, and country.

He clasped his hands and saw a bright white light shining on the map of mountains, rivers and the country, and it spread out and fell on the ground of the passage.

Yellow lights shot out from the map of mountains, rivers and the country, merged into the ground below, and clusters of yellow light appeared in the map of mountains, rivers and rivers, changing rapidly.

He fell down his fingers and made quick gestures. His magic power in his body was swallowed by the map of mountains, rivers and the country like a tide, which was ten times larger than urging any magic weapon.

His face gradually turned pale, but his casting speed was not slow.

The yellow lights in the map of mountains, rivers and the country were twisted and changed, forming a yellow phantom.

The soul-catching horse looked closely and showed a shock. The yellow phantom was a reduced-formed area map. It was clearly revealed in the nameless ghost town, both on the ground and on the four underground floors.

There are also various light spots flashing in this reduced terrain, mainly black and gray, and there are a few other colors, with strong and weak brightness.

"These light spots are the creatures in the nameless ghost city? The brighter the light, the higher the cultivation level?" The soul-catching horse face became more and more shocked, and its vision quickly stopped in the passage leading to the underground. It was where he and Shen Luo, where two light spots, one gold and one black, flashed.

The golden light spots are extremely bright, far better than the black light spots next to them.

"It's true." The soul-catching horse face became convinced and his vision of looking at the map of mountains, rivers and the country became hot.

There is such a treasure that goes against the sky in the world. No wonder Chen Luo is confident that he can find the souls of the people in Chang'an.

Thinking of this, the Soul-Surfed Horse-Face hurriedly searched for the souls of the people everywhere in the reduced-formed Ghost Town, and could not recognize which spots of light they were.

At this moment, the soul-grabbing horse face saw the falling gaze in a corner of the fourth floor of the nameless ghost city, where dozens of faint light spots were very inconspicuous, and it would be difficult to find if you didn't look closely.

"Are these?" The soul-grabbing horse was about to speak when the reduced-edged version of the nameless ghost town suddenly dispersed, and the spiritual light on the map of mountains, rivers and countries collapsed, falling to the ground like an ordinary scroll.

Chen Luo's face was extremely pale, and he sat on the ground, his magic power was completely exhausted.

He forced himself to take out a pill and swallow it, closed his eyes and used his skills to refine it.

"It seems that using this scroll is very expensive." The soul-catching horse said in his heart, standing beside him to give the Shen Luo Guardian.

After a long time, Chen Luo stood up, picked up the map of mountains, rivers and the country, and put it away.

The magical power just now is one of the abilities of the map of mountains, rivers and the country. This map can connect and communicate the surrounding earth veins and detect the situation in the surrounding terrain.

This supernatural power is a deep restriction of the map of mountains, rivers, and country. He has also recently refined the map of mountains, rivers, and country to a deep level. At the same time, he has studied this supernatural power based on his experience of using the map of mountains, rivers, and country in his dreams.

It’s just that using this magical power consumes a lot of magic power. His cultivation is now low and he can only maintain a few breaths.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, is it okay?" asked the soul-faced horse with concern.

"Fortunately, let's go, and there is no need to delay, go and rescue the people of Chang'an." Chen Luo turned his hand and took out two ground-exit talismans and put them on himself and the face of the soul-catching horse.

A yellow light flashed, and the two of them fled into the ground, and directly rushed towards the corner of the fourth floor of the Wuming Ghost City.

As for Zhao Feiji, Chen Luo did not summon him back, allowing him to move freely in the underground space, hunting Yin beasts to supplement himself.

The two of them walked quickly underground and soon arrived at the first underground floor of the nameless ghost city. This place is similar to the ruined city on the ground, but it is relatively well preserved.

Chen Luo and the Horseman did not stop here, and continued to escape downwards. The second floor of the nameless ghost town is similar to the first floor, but the space is wider and the building is getting taller.

"The architectural style here is quite different from that of the underworld. It seems that it is not the original building here?" Shen Lou stopped on the second floor and asked.

"What fellow Taoist Chen said is not bad. The nameless ghost city did not belong to the underworld before, but suddenly appeared here in a shock that swept the entire underworld thousands of years ago. I was far from born at that time, so I didn't know much about it. I only saw some records in some classics." said the Holy Horse-Mist.

He sank and looked at several huge stone pillars.

There are clusters of ancient patterns engraved there, connected together, and they look like some kind of formation runes, but they are completely different from the spiritual patterns, demon patterns, and even demon patterns he knows.

If it were just like this, he wouldn't care too much. There are all kinds of strange things in the world. It is normal to have some completely unfamiliar array patterns, but these patterns give him a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Huo Lingzi's voice sounded.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Lingzi, do you recognize these array patterns?" Chen Luo asked hurriedly.

"These are ancient witch patterns. I didn't expect that there are still them now. Judging from how you looked just now, have you seen witch patterns before?" Huo Lingzi said.

"Witch Pattern!" A lightning flashed through Chen Luo's mind, remembering where he saw this pattern. It was in a dream that he got the God of War Whip, one of the twelve ancestor witches. The patterns on this whip were somewhat similar to the array pattern in front of him.

"Is this a ruin of the witch clan?" he thought to himself, his eyes lit up slightly.

Chen Luo was always curious about this tribe that dominated the wilderness in ancient times. He also obtained an ancestor witch weapon and the twelve heavenly evil formation in his dream. He unexpectedly encountered a ruin of the witch clan now.

It seems that he and the witch clan are really destined to be.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, if you want to study this ruins, you have time in the future, so it's better to rescue the people of Chang'an first." The Hunhunmao said in a daze when she saw Chen Luo, coughed and suggested.

"Well, keep moving forward." Chen Luo immediately came back to his senses, activated the ground escape talisman to continue to sneak down, and soon penetrated the ground and came to the third floor of the nameless ghost city.

As soon as he entered here, Chen Luo noticed a slight cold breath emerging from the surrounding void, which invaded his body. His whole body suddenly shuddered, and his limbs felt frozen.

"Viral?" He raised his eyebrows and hurriedly activated the true fire of the Suzaku in the Pure Yang Sword, wandered around his body, and immediately dissolved the vicious poison.

A black light flashed on the body of the soul-grabbing horse's face, and the slightly blackened face quickly returned to its original state.

Before the two of them could do other things, several black figures shot out from the surrounding darkness, and a strong storm came to their faces.

The face of the soul-catching horse turned slightly white, and his body moved, and it had already flashed more than ten feet away.

At this moment, a dazzling red light suddenly burst out in front of him, forming a huge lotus, and the black shadows also screamed and flew back, as if they had suffered considerable damage.

At the center of the red lotus, he waved his sleeves and several red sword shadows shot out, and a layer of red flames appeared faintly on it, piercing through the bodies of several black shadows.

Several black shadows screamed abruptly, losing all their breath, revealing their true nature, but they were several human-shaped ghosts.
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