Ding Xing and Yan Wuque made a decision and started to act immediately without any delay.

When they set up the "Jinbi Wen Pavilion Array" and make full defense preparations to officially collect alcohol, Master Qin, the old monster of Zifu, and Leng Bingshan, were still verbal confrontation, and fiercely discussed the ownership distribution of alcohol.

The argument stopped suddenly until the wine smelled abnormally.

"The smell of alcohol is flowing here, and someone is casting spells and refining!" Leng Bingshan glanced at Master Qin: "Are there other snow-land monks lurking in the palace?"

"Maybe it's yours." Master Qin remembered the monk he met when he first came.

"Except for the disciples who are following me, the rest of them are presided over the blocking of magic circles outside." Leng Bingshan waved his hand to the monk with his bow on his back: "Tang Fang, go over and take a look."

This palace is located deep underground and has always been a hiding place for outlaws. It would not be abnormal if monks appeared before the blockade.

Besides, there were a large number of monsters gathering, and those who sucked alcohol may not be humans, so Leng Bingshan did not pay special attention to it and just sent a Jindan stage disciple to check it out.

Master Qin did not sit idly by, and he sent Gu Zili from the Xuanshuang tribe to accompany him.

As a result, after the two left, no news was passed back.

Not only did the two of them stop the flow of alcohol, but the speed was increasing.

In just a blink of an eye, Master Qin and Leng Bingshan discovered that the smell of alcohol had been secretly taken away in the palace where they were.

Only then did they realize the seriousness of the situation, and immediately followed the direction of the flow of alcohol and chased to the entrance of a cave filled with golden clouds.

The cave was filled with clouds and mist, completely obscuring the environment. What was hidden inside was so that even Master Qin and Leng Bingshan could not see clearly.

Jin Yun contained extremely powerful power of the gods, and even the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator of the Purple Palace could not penetrate.

This also led to Master Qin and Leng Bingshan becoming cautious and not daring to break into the cave recklessly, so they ordered their disciples to drive forward and open the way.

Who would have thought that after these disciples entered the cave, they immediately lost movement, could not hear their conversation and shouting, nor could they notice their fighting style. Just like Gu Zili and the others earlier, they completely lost contact.

Seeing this, Master Qin inferred: "It seems that some confusing magic array is arranged here, and the Jindan stage monks cannot resist it."

But it shouldn't be difficult for the old monster of Zi Mansion.

Unfortunately, Master Qin and Leng Bingshan were originally hostile sides, and neither of them wanted to be the first bird to enter the cave and enter the formation, for fear of being plotted against by the other party.

But it’s not OK to break through. At present, the wine smell of the entire palace is constantly pouring into this cave. It doesn’t take too long to make the wine smell of the disintegrated Chixiao Divine Axe gather here.

Seeing that the alcohol was driven by such a slight ease, Master Qin was shocked. As the Zifu priest in Jiusu Xueyuan, he studied the magical artifacts in the town.

The original wine flavor similar to the evolution of the Chixiao Magic Axe cannot be contained at all, and the ordinary magic weapon must be used. Without the Suguang Treasure, the Chixiao wine flavor cannot be controlled at all.

Where is Su Zhi Guanghua? He stared at the golden clouds in the cave, thinking that these golden clouds were some kind of simple clouds?

He felt extremely curious at this moment, and he wanted to rush into the cave to find out what was going on, and see who was controlling Chixiao's wine and how to collect and take pictures.

But Leng Bingshan was watching him in front of him, and he did not dare to expose his true emotions. Even though he was as anxious as an ant in the hot pan, he still looked leisurely and strolled in the garden, as if he had no interest in everything in the cave.

This made Leng Bingshan admire his cultivation, and he thought to himself that this old guy's forbearance skills were really first-class.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, why don't we go into the cave together and work together to break the formation?" Leng Bingshan was also worried that the alcohol would be cleaned by the light. At that time, the Qi-picking monks would definitely start a big escape. If the interception fails, they will not get any benefits. This operation will be in vain.

"Okay!" Master Qin stretched out one arm: "Fellow Daoist Leng!"

The two entered the hole side by side.

As soon as they were in the golden clouds, they immediately saw the origin, "This is the illusion of alcoholic ban formed by the 'leavage wine', and it is not difficult to break it!"

Master Qin shook his sleeves and threw out several battle flags, and inserted them along the hole. Then he turned his hand and grabbed a banana fan, and slashed the air and stolen forcefully. The golden clouds rolled back in an instant, and rushed towards the battle flags.

As the golden cloud gradually dissipated, the environment of the cave suddenly became clear and soon returned to its original appearance, revealing seven or eight monks.

These monks were all disciples who were sent in by Master Qin and Leng Bingshan to explore the way, Grandma Li, Priest Pei Long, and Gu Zili were among them.

The moment they entered the cave, they were fascinated by the illusion. Although they were in the same cave, they were each trapped in different illusion scenes, and they froze in the golden cloud like a walking corpse.

When the golden cloud was dispersed, the illusion collapsed. They all woke up again and looked to the center of the cave.

"What the hell is this?"

"Is it a magic weapon, or a spiritual room condensed by magic power?"

"The runes outside the room are quite unfamiliar, and I don't know where the Taoist priesthood is."

I saw a square linghal tower standing in the middle.

The outer appearance of this Lingge is similar to that of a stone house, but the pavil is completely condensed from golden light. The pavilion is engraved with strange-shaped bronze inscriptions, and the texts are connected into strips of characters, and the vertical rows rotate slowly in an orderly manner.

Looking inside the Ling Pavilion, Ding Xing and Yan Wuque were sitting cross-legged.

Ding Xing closed his eyes tightly and ignored everyone outside the pavilion. He used one hand to perform divination and held a pitch-black short axe with the other hand. The smell of Chixiao wine swarming from all directions was all taken into the axe. Master Qin and Leng Bingshan guessed each other, which was delayed too much time and could not stop Ding Xing from picking up the smell of Chixiao wine. The success of the success was not far away.

Yan Wuque had a golden inkstone on his head, holding a golden pen, and layers of gold paper floating in front of him. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the uninvited guest outside the Ling Pavilion. A trace of arc raised at the corner of his mouth, which was quite sarcastic.

He originally thought that the moment Ding Xing unleashed his energy, these monks would come over, but he waited for a group of Jindan monks. These people could not even understand the illusion array he arranged, so how could they attack Lingge?

At this moment, two old monsters in the Purple Mansion came. Dan Ding Xing's Qi-picking action had reached the end, and they were helpless.

Master Qin saw the appearance of Lingge, and without saying a word, he threw out the natal frost treasure in his hand.

The umbrella crown was wide open and floated over the Lingpai. The frost instantly condensed in the umbrella and fell directly. The frost needles poured like rain, covering the entire Lingpai.

The umbrella frost is extremely powerful. When it suddenly falls on the Ling Pavilion, it is full of holes.

However, the golden band on the pavilion also rotates rapidly at the same time. Often, as soon as the frost hole is formed, it is repaired by itself and disappears invisible.

Seeing this, Master Qin's face darkened. He turned his hand and held a cold ice sword, aimed at the top of the pavilion and slashed it over.

Yan Wuque shook his wrist quickly, and the sound of a dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a golden light flashed on the top of the pavilion, and a dragon head suddenly jumped up, and with a click, he opened his mouth and bit the blade.
Chapter completed!