The destroyed formation looks almost the same as it is gone at first glance. With my knowledge of formation, it is impossible to sense it at all.

He looked at the awl in Luo Zhiqiu's hand again, and it seemed that this thing was really powerful.

Luo Zhiqiu received his sight and touched the magic weapon in his hand as if comforting the child...

Then he slowly digested what Jiang Futing said just now: "Is it because they attacked other enemies, so they took the lead?"

"I don't know." Jiang Futing looked into the distance: "According to the ambition of the Eternal Sect, to sacrifice the ghosts of the entire city, there should be quite a few formations set in the city, and no matter how powerful the enemy is, all formations cannot be possible.

You can find out, there will always be omissions."

He said a moment and glanced at the fake in Luo Zhiqiu's hand.

Luo Zhiqiu had reached a very high tacit understanding with Jiang Futing, and he understood and pulled the chains with all his strength.

The counterfeit immediately wailed miserably, and the bound chains were almost embedded in his soul, and the cut body was still steaming.

Luo Zhiqiu asked in a bad voice: "What enemies did Fan Congwen, the immortal, provoked? What did he do?!"

The fake guy opened his mouth, and a few circles of white smoke appeared in his trembling throat. The white smoke slowly crawled out of his mouth like a tadpole that was touched by electricity.

"I, I don't know..."
Chapter completed!