Lin Lang did not answer because he was putting another formation outside the formation. The other sects saw that they were busy here and wanted to come over. Unfortunately, they couldn't bear to leave their skin, so they watched.

And at this moment, Lin Lang suddenly turned around, and a lightning ray of lightning struck half a foot beside Lin Lang. The white smoke was curling up, and under the moonlight, everyone's hearts were chilling.

Then, without waiting for others to react, this guy was turning around again, and then seven or eight lightnings were staring at him, until the last one struck the end of his spinning hair that was turning around, and it was not finished.

The hair struck by thunder slowly fell down, and suddenly turned into ashes under the white moonlight and fell to the ground. Lin Lang looked at the hair that turned into ashes and finally breathed a sigh of relief. If this thing had been entangled with him, wouldn't he have been struck by lightning?

This is when Lin Lang returned to the formation and spoke to the people in the formation, "You will slowly input their own spiritual power into this magic circle, let the magic circle remember your spiritual power, and then you can go out. At that time, if there is a evil evil to approach you, you will be struck to death by thunder just like I did."

"Are you sure that the thunder was not hitting you just now?" This is the voice of all the disciples of Taiqing Palace in the formation now, but obviously, they also saw the situation just now, especially the hair that turned into ashes, so these disciples did it for their own health.

Then, Lin Lang actually raised a big flag outside the formation and wrote: The Evil Destroy Formation, each person had ten medium-grade spirit stones. Next to it was a large jar. When those disciples who came out of the formation saw the flag, they had to take out ten medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and throw them into the jar.

"I said, little guy, you..." The old Taoist looked at the fast-filled big jar, not knowing what to say, and after a moment of silence, he could only say "I am so smart."

Lin Lang looked up, glanced at the old Taoist who had white hair and hair, and explained with a smile, "Please forgive me, my disciple has no choice, and my disciple also wants to support my family." After that, he also looked at Wuhui around him to show that he did not lie.

The old Taoist has lived so old, how could he not understand the potential meaning of the little guy in front of him? It is because he understands that he is choked and gasps for a few breaths before the old Taoist glares at Lin Lang. Now some of the disciples who come out of the formation have also started a competition with lightning chase. Seeing that those disciples who have not entered the formation are very worried, they are afraid that a thunderbolt will be struck by them. These people will not dodge in time and will be chopped into ashes.

Lin Lang pointed to the disciples who were chased by lightning. "Those are people who are entangled by evil spirits, so the thunder of the sun will chase them." As he said that, he waved his hand and put the spirit stones in the big tank that filled again into the ring. Then he looked up and looked at the half-crescent moon with monochromatic light sprinkled in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that the disciples who were being chased by lightning were indeed not at all dangerous, the other sects simply came here, paid a few spirit stones, and entered the formation.

The other people with high cultivation also noticed something, just like Lin Lang, looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and frowned.

Something was wrong, something was wrong. The falling moonlight seemed to have some inexplicable power. At first, the monks might not notice it, but after illuminating for a long time, a chill would appear in their entire body. And these moonlights seemed to have a guiding effect, attracting something and chasing the cultivators here.

He lowered his head and looked at the shadows under his feet. Lin Lang suddenly felt that he was really lucky and had entered such a legendary place. It seems that if he could go out safely this time, he would have to draw a few more evil-killing talismans, otherwise he wouldn't know where he would die in the future.

After understanding where, the guy also put away the smile on his face, pulled Wuhui, who was monitoring the spirit stone for him, put away the flag and the big jar, and then ran to the old Taoist Qingyang, "Master, whether we can be safe this time depends on you as old as you." As he said that, he was just staying here.

Old Taoist touched his beard, turned around, and looked at the young man in front of him, "Do you know where this is?"

"Actually, I don't want to know either." When Lin Lang thought of this possibility, he felt cold all over. If this was the case, it would be nothing if he wanted to go out, but Wuhui wanted to go out, it would be extremely difficult. This possible result made his eyebrows frown.

On the other side, Jun Wuhui felt a wave of cold air that seemed to have not melted for thousands of years passed from the ground one after another, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. After Lin Lang noticed it, he pulled him directly into his side, and then a warm spiritual power surrounded him. Beside him, those spirit stones that had been absorbed from the palm of Lin Lang were falling from his palms.

"Master, let's break the ban on the second palace, otherwise everyone will really die here." Lin Lang simply pulled the old Taoist Qingyang with his left hand, and pulled Wuhui with his right hand, and jumped towards the second palace.

"Hey, I'll tell you two, don't be so anxious. Mr. Rong is just tidying up his clothes!" Old Taoist Qingyang was pulled like this, very novel, and he still has time to joke in Lin Lang's ear.

Lin Lang turned his head and smiled at the old saying, "Master, according to legend, the Jiuyou Demon Land and the Jiuxiao Immortal Land are only a line of difference. You say, how long can the Master last?" Lin Lang didn't say much louder, but he could guarantee that he would hear what he should hear.

Everyone made a noise. Jiuyou and Jiuxiao have never appeared since ancient times, and only existed in legends. Could it be... Now everyone knew that things were going on. Several masters waved their sleeves and put their disciples into the magic weapon of the sect. Then they quickly rushed towards the second ancient hall. In the blink of an eye, these masters and several Supreme Elders had already arrived outside the ancient hall.

Sure enough, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the store outside the ancient hall. Lin Lang immediately stepped forward and pulled Wuhui into the part opposite the crack. Seeing this, several masters also stepped in.

"It's true that it's similar to what is recorded in the book." Old Taoist Danyang looked at the crack on the ground that began to operate subtly under the moonlight, and said with a serious expression that water could drip out, "That legend is actually true."

The faces of several sects were not much better, so they immediately accelerated their actions and started to break the ban with all their might. Lin Lang and Wuhui entered the ban and broke these bans at high speed. More than a dozen people tried their best. The ban outside the second ancient hall was cracked by everyone for a moment. Several people rushed into the ban directly and looked at the treasures inside and lost their minds.

Jun Niansheng looked at his son holding the young man's hand tightly and said, "Jiuxiao and Jiuyou, how did you know?"

Lin Lang looked at the 'no regret' in the shape of Big No. 1 and was silent for a moment, "I am particularly sensitive to the yin energy, and here I feel the breath of the yellow spring."

"Huangquan!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this. How could it be? Isn't that a river that should have appeared in the legend? How could it have appeared in this secret realm?

"Falling immortals and falling immortals are indeed extraordinary." When a supreme elder of the Sword Sect heard the word "Huangquan", he immediately thought of the legend of "Huangxian Lake" outside. If the legend is true, then it would not be impossible for the reappearance of Huangquan.

"Is it too resentment?" Daoyi, the head of the Dao Sect, felt that his whole heart was calming. "No wonder, such a tragic phenomenon would happen where the moonlight shines."

"How could the immortal have no resentment when he fell? The immortal body that had been cultivated for thousands of years was overlooking the earth, but once he lost his life, how could he not hate him? How could he not complain?" Yan Lie, the leader of the Yan Sect, also sighed and put himself in his shoes. If it were his immortal fate that had been cultivated for thousands of years or nearly ten thousand years, he would be beaten to the mortal world, it would be strange if he did not hate him or blame him.

"This Nine-Dao Immortal Earth was probably brought down by the immortal when he fell into dust, and then there was the demon earth, but it might be transformed by the immortal's unwillingness to die with resentment." In the end, several old men with unfathomable cultivation came to such a conclusion, which really made everyone's hearts sink.

"So the red-eyed ghosts outside the secret realm were so easy to let us in, because they knew that even if we came in, we might not be able to get out." After discussing, the few people probably came up with this result.

Lin Lang watched the slit stop changing, and the moonlight in the sky became even more pale. After calculating the time, it was midnight, so he didn't say anything. Anyway, all the evil things in the world were not close to him. Even if he was deep in hell, he had no worries about his life. However, the people around him were not as careless as himself, especially Wuhui, who had cold air in himself, and his physique was also cold, which attracted those evil air. If he didn't pay attention, Wuhui's ** would be the best nest for these evil airs.

Although the formation just now caused these people to be thunderous, it was a drop in the bucket. At this time, they didn't know that the outside world had already returned to peace, but the light sect that had entered the secret realm was still standing above the Lake of the Flying Fairy, attracting countless people to explore. A few days ago, the actions of a larger sect confirmed that the light sect was actually the entrance to a secret realm, attracting countless forces from the small sects in the world to intervene in, hoping to get a share of the pie.

At this time, the wasteland had been flooded by the crowd, and there were even more people rushing on the Lake of Flying Fairy. There were always people coming in and out of the light gate at all times, which was extremely lively. But this time, everyone saw a man in white, holding a beautiful woman who was unforgettable, and was on a float. Next to the float, eight girls with spring and autumn were followed by them, constantly throwing various petals from the flower basket holding their arms into the air. The pedestrian slowly drove into the light gate in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone looked at the show and looked around, "Old Zhang, where did that team of people just now come from? So arrogant!"

"You ask me, who do I ask? There has never been such a person in the world of cultivation. I guess he is a new little guy."

"I said, that young man is so lucky. Such a fairy doesn't have a chance to bring eight girls with cultivation fruits, hehe~"

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The author has something to say: Today, by the way, I was actually in the third update today, so I was so tired that my mother asked me to take a walk at night, but I pretended to be dead and avoided it~
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