Different from ordinary dungeons, the dungeon in front of me has no iron fences, no doors or windows, and is just a simple frame surrounded by four huge stones. It looks perfunctory and sloppy.
However, the frame that seemed perfunctory and sloppy was now soaked in a dense black air. The four boulders were also covered with crooked lines, echoing the lines on the ground inside the frame, forming a complex pattern.
Formation.
In the middle of the formation, Wu Qiongcang was trapped in it. Thick iron chains penetrated both sides of his shoulder blades, and the other end was tied to a boulder. An iron rope was also tied to each of his two ankles. His whole body was torn apart in a large shape.
, unable to move.
Whenever there was any movement in the sky, large balls of black air would erupt from the huge rocks on all sides, and then turn into threads and engulf his flesh and blood.
When he stopped struggling, those black lines came out of his flesh and blood again, struggled again, and then drilled in... The whole process was like Ling Chi.
But even so, Wu Qiongcang still did not give up the struggle.
When Yelu Moran came over, not an inch of Wu Qiongcang's skin was intact, blood was dripping, and the skin was torn.
This was the first time he saw such a person who was not afraid of death.
Looking at Wu Qiongcang with squinted eyes, Yelu Moran raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some surprise: "The Great Perfection of the God Transformation Stage? Tsk, are there any monks with such a high level of cultivation in the human world?"
It's a pity that the serious injury has not healed.
If not, even with his four meteorite stones and four soul-locking chains, he might not be able to trap this master.
Yelu Moran hugged the stove and smiled in a good mood: "It's a pity that no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still be imprisoned by my formation."
There was undisguised pride in his tone.
Dare to break into his Jiuyou City... Humph, it doesn't matter whether you are a god or an immortal, lock them one by one.
When Wu Qiongcang, who was struggling, heard the word "this seat", he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yelu Moran. His pair of peach blossom eyes, which were usually three-quarters scattered and seven-quarters casual, were now as cold as cold light, staring fiercely.
Painted with Yelu ink.
Being stared at by such a pair of ferocious beast-like eyes, Yelu Moran felt a sense of familiarity.
A long, long time ago, there was a young boy who stared at him with such ferocious eyes and said vicious words that would break him to pieces.
What's funny is that at that time, the young boy's neck was still pinched in his hand.
Later, the boy seemed to be strangled to death by him... I can't remember clearly.
It has been sleeping under the thick soil of the Canglang Sea for thousands of years, and many memories have become vague and distant.
But this look...
Yelu Moran waved his hand, and a wisp of strong wind floated towards the sky, brushing away the messy hair in front of his face.
Yelu Moran stared at the face that was too pale due to torture, and looked at it carefully for a moment to confirm that there was no such person in his memory.
But Wu Qiongcang's eyes did give him a very familiar feeling.
Yelu Moran thought about it for a while, but still couldn't hold it back and asked Wu Qiongcang curiously: "Why are you staring at me like this? Do you know me? Or, have we met before?"
Hearing his question, Wu Qiongcang was stunned for a moment, and then a thought flashed through his mind: Yelu Moran doesn't remember him!
That's right, he was only fourteen years old at that time, still a half-grown child.
Now that so many years have passed, his appearance cannot be said to be completely different, but it can also be said that it has undergone a huge change compared to what it was back then.
Besides, he was just mediocre at that time, so he probably wouldn't be able to catch the eyes of this big monster in front of him.
The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to break the formation and escape, not to be fierce for a while or to fight fiercely for a while.
Thinking of this, Wu Qiongcang snorted and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "You caught me and tortured me with this formation. How do you want me to look at you? I won't let you go.
Am I grateful to you?"
Yelu Moran thought about it and nodded: "That's right. What you said makes sense. You really shouldn't be grateful to me. After all, I want to refine you and use you to be the center of my formation."
The big monster wants to refine him into a formation eye?
Wu Qiongcang frowned and glanced at the formation at his feet.
Meteorite stone, soul locking chain.
Looking at the lines of those formations again, Wu Qiongcang narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Treating yourself as an eye of the formation is a good idea to break the formation.
He was already injured, and now he was trapped by the Meteor Stone and Soul Chain. It was not impossible to escape from the formation, but it would take a long time.
But if he is allowed to be the formation eye, then the formation can be controlled by him.
There is only one biggest danger: he will be turned into a puppet by that big monster.
But who is he?
It's just a puppet technique, but it's also worthy of performing in front of him?
Yelu Moran seemed to be very interested in using Wu Qiongcang as a formation eye. Just when he was about to take action, a little demon wearing a grimace mask hurried towards this side and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sir, sir—
—!"
Before Yelu Moran's anger could arrive, the little demon with a grimace quickly shouted in a louder voice: "Sir, Madam has a gift for you!"
The little devil with a grimace shouted loudly while holding the small porcelain bottle in his hands and raising it high.
Yelu Moran was about to slap the howling little demon to death when he suddenly heard the words "Madam has a gift for you." He stopped hurriedly, grabbed the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and
Not caring to take a closer look, he hurriedly asked the little devil with a grimace:
"This! Is this really a gift from my lady?!"
There was unbelievable surprise in his tone, and the hand holding the small porcelain bottle was trembling.
The little devil with a grimace hurriedly nodded vigorously and said: "It's true! Madam also said that you should not go to Yunjian Town again in the future... Madam feels sorry for you and is afraid that you will get hurt again!"
The last sentence was not actually said by the city lord's wife.
However, the wife of the city lord sent pills and told her not to go to Yunjian Town again. This attitude showed that she was caring about the city lord.
So the last sentence was improvised, and the little devil with a grimace said it without panicking at all.
Yelu Moran laughed out loud after hearing this, and his whole body was lifted up by a huge joy. He held the small porcelain bottle that Wu Qingchen gave him and looked at it again and again like a treasure.
Even Wu Qiongcang took a look.
A small porcelain vase not much bigger than your thumb, with a round white belly, is painted with a little orange cat with the same round belly... Wait, little orange cat!
Wu Qiongcang's pupils shrank, and the gaze he was about to look away suddenly moved back, landing directly on the little orange cat's right ear.