Boshan was a little confused. What was going on? Isn't he a monk? Why did he pinch his fingers? Isn't this the work of a magician?

Is this damn bald thing reliable?

Boshan suddenly realized a problem.

It took half an hour, and seeing that it would be rooster crow time soon, Wu Chen walked up to Bo Shan with an indifferent expression.

"Donor Boshan, the young monk has carefully studied this magic circle, but there is no solution! At least with the current cultivation level of the young monk, he cannot solve it. I am ashamed and ashamed!"

"Master, have you seen any clues? Can you help me clarify my doubts?"

These words already have a naked meaning of "Don't fool me, I won't fall for your tricks."

Wu Chen didn't care whether the other party believed it or not when he called him Buddha. He still looked as indifferent as a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, as if it had "What can you do to me" written all over it?

"Well... I have some knowledge. This magic circle is a sealing magic circle. If the monk is right, it is usually used to seal demons and evil spirits..."

"Devil? Evil traitor? Master, are you right? This is the underground palace of Ying Zheng's mausoleum! Is there a demon sealed here, evil traitor?"
Chapter completed!