(All the talks on paper are the beginning of the game between the two kings)

"Shadows of the Eight Tribes?!"

After Lan Feng learned about this from Ying Huo, his heart immediately tightened.

When he restored Bi Fangniao's true body in Wuzhuang Temple, the memory of his previous life was also restored along with it.

At that time, the eight tribes set up a sky net to capture Zu Bodhi and Yang Jian. He also saw Yang Jian in trouble in the wisteria gourd, so he sacrificed his life to block the fatal blow.

The Eight Gates Killing Formation of the Eight Tribes still makes Lan Feng feel lingering fear. Now it is the shadow of the Eight Tribes who are guarding the Tianlao, which also makes Lan Feng's steps a little cramped.

However, Yinghuo also told him a good boy, that is, the gods have mediated the annual rings of the divine dial.

Hearing this, Lan Feng finally let out a long breath, knowing that his most rare time problem had been solved.

Next, it’s a matter of brain power.

Come to think of it, the demon clan's actions are extremely fast. In just one year, the turmoil in the lower world has allowed the gods to mediate the annual rings of the divine dial.

Nowadays, this move of chess is still progressing towards what Lanfeng expected.

While running, Lan Feng searched for the location of the Heavenly Prison in the sixth heaven.

But after running for hundreds of miles, Lan Feng still couldn't find the so-called heavenly prison in his field of vision.

"Lan Feng, the so-called shady place in Tianlao should be the place where resentment gathers.

That day you used the Dream Pearl to absorb the resentment from all over the world, why not use them to lead the way?"

The wooden branch was placed in the gourd and pointed towards Lanfeng. In response, Lanfeng pulled out a trace of resentment from the dream bead and lingered on his fingertips.

As expected, this trace of resentment gradually pointed to the northwest in the air. Lanfeng also followed the direction and found a black stone cliff.

However, what stands on the edge of the cliff is not the Tianlao Gate, but a city gate fortress!

I saw five miles of misty stone formations spread out in front of the fortress, with sharp black stones scattered in disorder. On both sides of the stone formations, two floating islands were hung high, with crossbow formations densely covered under them, and the roots were cold.

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Only one of the swaying suspension bridges spans the mist.

I couldn't see anything strange under the fog, but I could see hundreds of black-armored soldiers in front of the fortress from a distance!

Seeing this, Lan Feng cast an invisibility spell and looked towards the misty stone array.

"Don't go there!" Mu Zhizhi shouted.

Lanfeng was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhi said: "I seem to know this foggy stone formation. When we attacked Lingxiao, I moved the mountain and sent a surprise attack team.

They also looked at a similar fog that day. They thought it would be a good hiding place, but they didn't know that the fog was a life-threatening rope.

This mist is extremely sensitive to body movements. Regardless of the depth of Taoism, it will turn blood red when touched.

In other words, if you enter this fog, you will become a target and be pierced into chaff by the crossbow array. Therefore, if you want to wade through this muddy water, you have to find another way..."

Lan Feng frowned, how could this be possible if he couldn't use his physical skills to get over?

Even if he does not reveal his physical skills to the outside world, after all, as a cultivator, the inner energy of cultivation has already dispersed in the skin and flesh all over his body.

On weekdays, hiding one's own aura is also for other gods and monsters, but it is helpless for this kind of dead object used to detect body movements...

"If Uncle Lei and Aunt Shuang are here, we should be able to get through it." At this time, the red boy in the gourd spoke.

Lan Feng said: "How do you say this?"

Honghai'er said: "Although the Rakshasa lineage also practices magic, it is a spiritual body and has no origin. It can only practice the elements in nature.

Therefore, their spiritual bodies cannot be counted as gods and demons."

Hearing this, a smile began to appear on Lanfeng's face.

He said: "So, if we can find a spirit body, we can approach them silently..."

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Zhizhi said: "Where did the spirit body come from in this heaven..."

As soon as these words came out, Lanfeng and Mu Zhizhi's eyes immediately focused on Qingbai who was holding the iron scroll of the alchemy book.

"You...why are you looking at me? I have recovered my physical body now..." Qingbai said with a bitter smile.

Lan Feng chuckled: "It's recovered, it can be removed again..."

Qingbai wanted to cry but had no tears. This was the pirate ship he chose. Now it was time to use him. How could these people let him go?

"Lanfeng Demon King, please tell me what I should do..." Qingbai's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't run away anyway, so he might as well say it himself...

Lan Feng said: "Don't worry, I will separate your flesh and blood later, and you can carry this wisteria gourd through this fog.

I just saw it. This stone formation is set up as a simple trap formation. I will tell you how to move in the gourd.

All you have to do is take the gourd to the end of the mist."

Qingbai nodded and said, "I have another question, is it painful to separate flesh and blood?"

"It hurts, it must hurt, right Zhizhi..." Lanfeng winked at Mu Zhizhi.

The latter understood, raised his palm knife and suddenly slapped the back of the blue and white neck.

In an instant, Qingbai felt that his blood was surging all over his body and he had difficulty breathing.

Just as he was panting, he staggered forward two steps. When he looked back, he saw his body falling into Mu Zhizhi's arms like mud.

"well…"

With a sigh, he turned back into a pile of bones and was recalled to the present world by Lan Feng.

Lan Feng patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry Qingbai, what I'm doing now is really helpless."

The green and white skull waved his hand and said: "The demon king is serious. It's good that I can do my best. It's just that this fairy's territory makes me a little scared."

Lanfeng also understood in his heart that after all, the ghosts and gods that Qingbai saw were all matters of life and death, and fear was inevitable.

"Don't be afraid, we are all in the gourd and we will never let anything happen to you." After Lanfeng said that, he flew into the wisteria gourd.

Qingbai held a wisteria gourd in one hand and leaned toward the misty stone formation.

Lan Feng said: "Don't go on the bridge. There should be an identity verification mechanism on the bridge. Let's go inside the stone formation."

Qingbai nodded, flashing his figure as he shuttled through the stone formation. The stone formation looked chaotic, but in fact, it used strange techniques to set up the formation.

But this fog is mainly used to verify body skills, and the stone formation is actually a cover.

There are clouds in the art of war, but it is necessary to look at the reality and the fiction.

Under the guidance of Lan Feng, Qingbai quickly reached the end of the fog.

Then, he stood behind a black stone and let Lan Feng and others look out from inside the gourd.

It turns out that the fortress is the "God Slaughter Hall" that Yinghuo found out from Yuan Hong's mouth.

Hundreds of black-armored soldiers were pacing back and forth under the city gate, their movements consistent, swords and shields dazzling in their hands.

"Demon King, how do we get in?" Qingbai said.

Lan Feng said: "Let's take a look first and then talk."

The black-armored soldiers were divided into three horizontal and three vertical sections, arranged in nine palaces. There were more than a hundred people in each palace.

Its eight places are fixed, and one place moves. The mover is the fifth palace in the center, which moves randomly to the four corners "one, three, seven, and nine", and the people in the four corners of the palace also move from left to right, up to down.

The order changes and the station remains stable.

The next set of five houses continues like this, and the cycle begins again and again.

Above the city gate, there are four and two stone carvings on each side, namely: Rat, Chou Ox, Yin Tiger, Mao Rabbit, Si Snake, Wu Horse, and Wei Sheep.

Lan Feng said: "It is indeed the logo of the Eight Tribes."

Mu Zhi said: "Not only that, the soldiers in oblique black armor are also interesting."

"This formation, together with the foggy stone formation and crossbow arrows in front, is a killing move." Lan Feng said.

, "The misty stone formation and the crossbows on both sides are intended to block the attacks of most invaders, and leaving only a suspension bridge deliberately forces the invaders into a one-way street.

The people passing by this bridge will first encounter the black-armored soldiers from the eighth of the nine palaces. At this time, the fifth palace will move to the first or third palace. We assume that the fifth palace retreats to the upper left palace.

The eighth house retreats in vain and takes up the position of the fifth house.

The original first house moved down to become the third house, and the third house moved down to become the seventh house. The seventh house moves to the right to block the local follow-up support.

In this way, the nine palaces formed an encirclement against the enemies that had previously entered.

Anyone who falls into this trap will have a narrow escape from death..."

After hearing this, Mu Zhizhi said: "Is there still one more life left?"

Lan Feng nodded and said: "Zhizhi, you see, if we are ordinary soldiers, they will definitely rush into the Eighth Palace soldiers when leading the troops. Because the enemy here is closest to us.

But if a group of dead soldiers can be sent to deal with the Eighth Palace, and the large army attacks the Seventh and Nineth Palaces, their formation will be disrupted.

The square formation is like this, with eight retreats and five retreats, with the sides as the mouth, and five retreats with the corners as the mouth.
To be continued...