Seeing Tusang's cowardly look like he was trying to speak but stopped, Feng Qinglang frowned and said, "What? They were all locked in there?"

"Yes...yes!" Tusang was so sad that he was about to cry.

"Including Beatris?"

"Your Excellency Beatres went there voluntarily at that time." Tusang tried his best to explain something. Beatres is also a non-combatant and can not go to the front line in an emergency.

He naturally saw that Master Qinglang and Lord Beatrice had a good relationship on weekdays. He was about to look carefully at Feng Qinglang's expression, but Feng Qinglang immediately fully expressed his mood in his voice: "Damn it!"

“…”

As they walked quickly, they had already arrived at the first three-way intersection. There was no magic pattern wall here yet. The central one was the one who was responsible for it. Without any problems, I don’t know where Betres and the others went...

Feng Qinglang and Tusang walked through the densely deployed crowd, nodding and greeting some of the Holy Spirit seniors who also rushed here with serious expressions. He whispered to Tusang: "Where?"

"Left!" Tusang replied.

Feng Qinglang said: "It is necessary to ensure the smooth flow of the central passage. When the situation is at its worst, people who are lost inside will have the opportunity to go back from the fork in the central passage."

"Yes, I'll tell them right away!" Tusang hurriedly ran to the guard captain here, and soon recruited a twenty-person emergency rescue team to accompany him.

Left channel.

The magic lamp could not shine on the haze on the way forward. Feng Qinglang and the others soon arrived at the original position of the first magic pattern wall. The defenders here consciously retreated to the magic pattern wall. Based on the horrifying experience of the previous few hours, no one knew when the thing would suddenly close.

Feng Qinglang carefully checked the gaps in the magic pattern wall. The mechanism interface was very tight, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a correctly opened magic pattern wall.

He gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. Before another three-way intersection, he asked, "Where?"

Tusang said hurriedly: "This time it's on the right."

"Very good!" Feng Qinglang nodded and took the lead and entered the passage on the right.

Tusang felt inexplicably nervous and couldn't help asking: "Master Qinglang, why do you say it's very good!"

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and said, "If we are unfortunately locked up inside, the right side will be closer to the central passage, and then the possibility of us being able to go back is greater, and the probability of our survival is higher."

He has actually used such a profound word as "survival". Not only Tusang, but also the soldiers who were traveling with him couldn't help but fight a cold war in their hearts.

It was another location where the magic pattern wall was originally located. The faces of the garrison troops here were obviously much ugly than those in front of them. After all, they didn't know when the magic pattern walls in the distance in front of them would be closed again.

Feng Qinglang stopped carefully again and still couldn't see the clues, but he still tried hard to remember every detail. What danger really happened? Maybe the details in his memory would save them.

After traveling through multiple three-way intersections in a row, they must have arrived at the depths of the underground palace. They finally came to the first magic pattern wall that automatically closed.

There are more than thirty magic patterns on the wall, forming a huge palm, but the threads of the five fingers are blank, and there is a place where the answers need to be filled in.

What's strange is that if you stare at this palm for a long time, you will have an illusion, it seems like an eagle flapping its wings slowly, or it seems like a sea cucumber breathing...

This is a magic pattern puzzle that combines illusion.

Under the wall, there were only more than ten guards guards, and everyone looked ugly. The man in the Holy Spirit Illusionist Tutor's uniform was looking at the palm of his hand and muttering something. Rather than saying that he was trying to solve the problem, he began to collapse a little.

After a brief exchange, it turned out that this group of people was one of the groups responsible for the left passage. Most of their members were locked inside, only they were separated outside. The only sense of responsibility made them dare not leave without permission, but the poor illusionist could not solve the puzzle that was mainly based on magic patterns no matter what.

Feng Qinglang felt a little sympathetic with this poor illusionist, but now it is not the time when sympathy is flooded. He shook the other party a few times without hesitation and said in a deep voice: "Wake up, my friend, we need you!"

The illusionist's eyes gradually floated out of the haze, and Feng Qinglang said again: "Very good, I want to know what you originally filled in on it."

The illusionist said with a sad face: "I can't remember what the original magic pattern answer is. Give me some time. I'm trying to recall it, so I can remember it."

Feng Qinglang said angrily: "Who wants you, an illusionist, to recall the composition of the magic pattern? What is your original answer to the question?"

The illusionist frowned and recalled: "We assumed that the palm could transform into five shapes, so we used these five shapes to outline the magic pattern mother map and fill the blanks of the five fingers..."

Feng Qinglang said in confusion: "Where is the palm? Have you filled in nothing in the palm?"

The illusionist said in surprise: "Where do you need to fill in what to do in the palm of your hand?"

“…”

Feng Qinglang understood, and it turned out that they were extremely close to the correct answer, so the magic pattern wall was opened, but the most terrifying thing was this trap-like brief opening...

He climbed up the ladder and quickly filled in the magic pattern in the blank space of his five fingers. After filling it out, a blank space appeared in the palm of his palm. Feng Qinglang slid several boxes on the ladder, came to the corresponding blank space, and filled in another magic pattern again.

The magic pattern wall suddenly rumbled and slowly separated to the two sides.

The low morale below finally rebounded, and a warm cheer was corresponding.

The illusionist looked blankly, recalling their operations two days ago. No wonder after filling in the magic pattern, the magic pattern wall was opened after a while. It turned out that it was not filled in at all...

Then, he was secretly surprised. The man never asked himself from beginning to end. What kind of illusion has appeared in this puzzle? How can he know the correct answer?

So he couldn't help asking, "Tusan, who is he?"

Tusan said proudly: "He is just sunny!"

The illusionist suddenly realized that it was him! But, isn't he a magic pattern master? Why is his illusion so high... I remember that it took me a long time to analyze these illusions...

Behind the wall, many soldiers and mercenaries waiting for rescue also cheered at the same time.

Many familiar people couldn't help but hug each other excitedly after getting rid of the wall.

Feng Qinglang looked at the group of people but did not find a familiar figure. She couldn't help but look at Tusang in confusion. Tusang said with an ugly look: "Our team members need to go deeper, this time it's the fork on the left."

“…”

He passed through many magic pattern walls, some of which were closed, but were reopened by Feng Qinglang, while others were always on. Every time Feng Qinglang passed through them, he maintained the habit of careful observation.

What he was most worried about was the latter, which was a potential and unpredictable danger. If he could just close it again, he would also be trapped in a maze, and then he would not know who could come to save him.

As the situation gradually deepened, the situation began to get worse. Some dead creatures of the fish that escaped the net began to attack their invaders, and their levels became higher and higher.

In front of a re-closed magic pattern wall, everyone stood far away, but they did not dare to step forward.

Several dead creatures were wandering unconsciously, most of them were fighting power in the awakening period. The highest skeleton had a faint golden light flashing from its bones, giving everyone a sense of depression and suffocation. There is no doubt that this was a Zhenwu level dead creature. It would be a disaster to let it break out, and it would find itself a death.

The soldiers of their elite squad have the highest combat power of only the eighth level of the awakening period. There is no doubt that the combat power balance is completely unbalanced. The captain of the soldier protected everyone in front of him, full of bitter mouths. After finally breaking here, he may have to retreat.

Unexpectedly, Master Qinglang said, "Let's get them together!"

The team captain hurriedly made a silence, thinking that you, a non-combatant, were very relaxed. We, the twenty awakening warriors, may not be able to kill this true martial arts level undead creature with their lives.

Feng Qinglang has calculated how much power the spiritual sea will be lost if he participates in the battle, and even the consumption when the spiritual sea is boiling as much as possible. If you grasp it well, it will only be the energy shrinking in the spiritual sea for half a day, in other words, it will only be a long life.

Moreover, according to the current effect of the Jingxin Chapter, he may still heal his injuries...

Beatrice thought she was a friend and had helped herself, so he could not watch her locked up inside.

The team leader was about to explain the terror of this Zhenwu-level undead creature and asked Master Qinglang to give up his unwise thoughts, but found that his waist knife had been pulled out by Feng Qinglang.

Then, Master Qinglang, who never participated in the battle, took the lead and rushed over with a knife. His speed was amazing. Everyone was just a flash in front of him. Master Qinglang had already reached the front of the Zhenwu skeleton.
Chapter completed!