After discussing with the other people with the messenger talisman, he decided to start to attack and anger the old ghost in this village, so that the old ghost would show up.

Are you going to do something? Ye Molan (Soul Dividing) is a little trembling! Unlike killing enemies on the battlefield, the people in front of them are all unarmed people. Although they are completely sure that there is a ghost in this village, they still can't help but tremble when they see these lively crowds who want to pick up weapons to carry out a massacre...

Zhang Mundou found Ye Molan (Soul Dividing) trembled with his hands and asked, "Have you killed anyone?"

The soul split Ye Molan shook her head: "No! I have killed the enemy, but I have never attacked unarmed people!"

Zhang Mundou smiled and said, "Don't think too much, these are not humans, but ghosts!"

The soul-sharing Ye Molan: "What if there is a living person inside? It is also a living person who accidentally passed by here and was lost in it?"

Zhang Mundou said: "That would be a living dead person, and killing would be a relief!"

Afterwards, with the six Foundation Establishment Cultivators, they fought a big fight... Sure enough, the previous scene was lively, brightly lit, and prosperous village scene changed drastically!

Under the night sky, there was a piece of darkness, decay, decay, collapsed, and dilapidated village.

At this time, except for the 6 monks, no one could see anyone else.

The six people each slung their protective magic weapon above their heads or beside their bodies, and the brilliance of the magic weapon was enough to illuminate at night.

At this time, he was already deeply trapped in the heart of the village, and the six people could only move in groups again to find the cracking direction for this strange village?

Unlike before, the village was dilapidated at this time, with collapsed objects everywhere on the ground. The wind at night blew over the broken houses, sighing and sadness...

Six people were flying with swords in the broken village, unable to break through high altitudes, and could only fly low altitudes, turning around, circling around, and unable to leave.

Wang Zhima said: "It seems that we still have to find the old ghost!"

At this time, Feigou came to report the news. Because the objects in the painting cannot speak, if you want to know the information? The objects in the painting will be displayed on the previous drawing paper, and the words will be displayed to explain the situation. One of the objects in the painting will also be lost. But at this time, Ye Molan's soul is outside, so naturally, it cannot easily waste the objects in the painting. Therefore, the objects in the painting will be gestured in sign language, telling the situation before, and then took a few people to check.

Several people were shocked! It was actually a charity house!

Several people have searched the village several times before, but they have not found a charity village here?

There was no art array in the village, but at this time, the soul split Ye Molan stood on the back of the flying elephant and flew low altitude, and then realized that the construction of this charity village was a word of resentment. There were four walls outside the word of resentment, as if resentment could not be resolved? It was framed in the heart?

Yang Zi: "This charity village has no doors and no entrances and exits!"

Wang Zhima frowned: "This is the art formation in this village. If you enter, you will have no way to retreat! It's a dead end!"

Zhang Mundou: "If we kill the ghost inside, the magic array will also fail!"

Chen Tudou: "I don't know how many ghosts are there? What level of ghosts?"

Li Ertiao: "I said, even if we keep standing here and not going in, we can't get out of here!"

I was unable to leave outside the village before.

The soul-dividing Ye Molan hurriedly said, "Wait, let me see how this art array gets in first?"

Yang Zi: "Fellow Taoist, do you understand the art formation?"

This time, Ye Molan said very cautiously: "Only know a little!" He knew in his heart that Taishan Beidou, the master of the art formation, and Mr. Qiu, who personally passed on the successor of the formation, was naturally more proficient in breaking the formation, but this matter cannot be spread outside. If the formation sorcerers know it, he will chase and destroy it without any effort... In other aspects, it is the truth, and when it is the rookie, it is the truth, and when it is the breaking formation, it is the lie.

After a while, the soul-dividing Ye Molan was under an old locust tree in the woods next to her and ordered Feixiong to dig out a black jar. The black jar contained a bloody baby corpse, which did not look corrupt...

The 6 people were also shocked!

The soul-dividing Ye Molan said: "The baby's body was burned!"

Wang Zhima and Chen Tudou worked together and burned the baby's corpse with the fire talisman.

At this time, several people saw thick smoke coming out of the baby's corpse. The fire talisman was burning, which was supposed to be red flames, but it turned into black flames on the baby's corpse.

It took a long time to burn the baby's body!

At this time, the six people saw that the four walls that had previously surrounded the Yizhuang collapsed one after another...

Zhang Mundou said happily: "This is considered breaking this formation. Can we leave?"

The soul-dividing Ye Molan smiled and said, "According to common sense, we have broken this formation, so of course there is no need to enter the charity village again!"

But at the same time...
Chapter completed!