Qin Sang was in the cave and had not been affected by the storm, but the fluctuations in his perception were getting stronger and stronger.

Soon, areas not affected by the main storm were also greatly affected. The foundations of illusions were shaken everywhere, and strange phenomena appeared, just like when the golden light broke out.

There was a rumbling sound under Qin Sang's feet, which was caused by the vibration of the flower field array.

As time went by, the shaking became more violent, and Qin Sang also escaped into the formation, his eyes flashing, as if he was deducing something.

"It seems that the speed of the storm's expansion has begun to slow down..."

Qin Sang murmured.

It seems that the balance that the Zhitan has maintained for a long time is not so fragile. The remaining magical powers from ancient times have been stable for countless years, and they can resist the storm to a certain extent.

When it reaches a certain limit, the storm will stop expanding and a turning point has occurred.

However, Qin Sang didn't know where the limit of the storm was.

The impact on the formation continued to become stronger, and Qin Sang tried to stabilize the formation, but was unable to stabilize the flower field.

"not good!"

Qin Sang had a flash of inspiration, remembered something, and escaped into the eye of the flower field. Sure enough, he found that the poisonous fruit in the eye was shaking violently.

The poison-gathering formation in Qiaoyan was added by later generations, and was cleverly embedded into the flower field formation. When the formation suffered an impact, the poisonous fruits were not immune.

If this continues, the remaining slurry is likely to be destroyed.

Qin Sang had no choice but to focus on the poisonous fruit and return to the outside to preside over the formation.

'Rumble, rumble...'

The speed of the storm's expansion slowed down significantly.

However, the poison-gathering formation could no longer be maintained. Qin Sang ducked back to the eye, sighed softly, picked off the poison fruit, and put it into the jade bottle.

The transplanted flower spirit needs a long time to recover, and this slurry can support him to break through the late stage of divine transformation and cannot be destroyed here.

After taking away the poisonous fruit, the poison gathering formation immediately went into chaos. Due to the connection between Qi and Qi, the flower field formation was implicated, and minor flaws appeared, making matters worse.

Qin Sang tried her best to hold on, resisting the waves of impact. She saw with her own eyes that the flower spirits below were swaying, and some were already showing signs of malaise, which made her heartbroken.

…

When Qin Sang was protecting his cave, the old Taoist priest and others were desperately trying to escape.

Along the way, they consumed countless precious talismans and treasures.

Finally, they met their first comrade.

"Master Lei!"

The purple-robed master shouted, his voice full of surprise.

They had just experienced a fierce battle and were supporting so many juniors to escape. They already felt powerless and finally waited for help.

After the Nantianmen appeared, Daoist disciples were all rushing here. Even if a storm appeared, these Daoist disciples did not abandon their fellow disciples, but chose to go retrograde.

The person who came was a handsome man who looked to be in his twenties, with a beard on his chin and an extraordinary bearing.

Seeing the old Taoist priest and others, Master Lei was visibly relieved. He waved his hand and fired out more than a dozen spiritual talismans. The light of the talismans spread toward the battle formation. Everyone seemed to be riding the wind, and their flight speed greatly increased.

"What about the rest?"

When the two parties met, the purple-robed Taoist saw him alone and asked.

"Pindao has never met any other fellow Taoists. As for the juniors, they are all waiting behind..."

With that said, Master Lei drove the altar, integrated into the formation, and shared the burden for the four great masters.

Gradually, more and more Da Zhenren came to reinforce, and finally Zuo Zhenren also arrived.

Zhuzhen joined forces, the pressure was greatly reduced, and the speed of the storm's expansion began to slow down.

Finally, Zhu Zhen stopped and looked back at the way he came.

From where they were, they could see with the naked eye a dark and chaotic storm, swallowing everything, and there was no trace of any illusion in it.

Zuo Zhenren and others already know the truth.

Looking at the storm, Zhu Zhen fell into a long silence.

"The birth of the divine court...is it true or false?"

Master Lei looked stunned, his voice seemed to be whispering, and he looked unwilling, "Is it really... just a bait for Gui Fangguo?"

All truths are speechless.

All the real people understand what the return of Shen Ting means. They had just had hope and then it was shattered. It is difficult for them to accept it even with their determination.

Even if the demon takes away half of the divine court, it will still be better than now.

"A hundred years ago, the sudden change in Zhitan was just a normal shock?" Master Ruoquan frowned slightly and looked at the old Taoist priest.

It is not difficult to use the plan, but what is difficult is how to make Daoting and Zhenjun believe that Shenting is really born.

I don’t know how long Guifangguo’s plan has been planned, but it can be inferred that it should have been planned since the sudden change in the governance of the altar.

If it was just an ordinary shock, no matter how realistic the Shenting's edict was, it would be difficult for the Tao Ting to make a desperate move, right?

The old Taoist priest was silent.

No one can answer Ruoquan's question.

They could hear that this question was filled with reluctance from Master Ruoquan. Why didn't they hope that there was an unknown secret about Gu San Zhi Zhi Tan, rather than a pure conspiracy?

After a while, Master Zipao sighed softly, "The remaining pictures of the Twenty-Four Days of Prison were lost in our hands. I don't know how to explain it to the Taoist friends in Yintian Palace when I go back."

After hearing this, everyone looked at the old Taoist priest carefully.

Perhaps out of guilt and uneasiness, the old Taoist priest kept his face tense and said nothing.

Master Zipao said this now to share the sin of losing the treasure.

Someone murmured: "For Yintian Palace, it may not be a bad thing. The Guifang Kingdom has been laid out for more than a hundred years, and many demon kings have killed themselves to cultivate themselves. The scene of the birth of the divine court is so realistic, which shows that the great sage of the demon clan has a deep understanding of the twenty-four days of hell."

We are determined to get the residual map. Even if we don't bring it here, we will definitely have a back-up plan to lure away the two true monarchs... When the great sage of the demon clan personally attacks Heming Mountain, I'm afraid it's not just the residual map that will be lost."

Having said that.

But Zhu Zhen all knew very well that such words could only be said between them and could not be used to frustrate Yin Tiangong.

"The True Lord will definitely compensate for the loss of Yintian Palace. I don't know what the war situation is like outside. We can't stay here for a long time. Let's go out quickly. We can also kill some demons and make up for the crime!"

Zuo Zhenren answered.

Zhu Zhen nodded one after another, stopped staying, and took up the escape light to fly out of the Zhi Altar.
Chapter completed!