After careful investigation, Yang Cheng quickly found an empty spot where the two men were alert and began to slowly sneak over.
At the same time, in order to avoid being seen by the opponent accidentally turning around, Yang Cheng carefully restrained his spiritual power and made a large distortion of his body.
In this way, even if the other party sees it, they will mistake it for something else and miss it.
Time passed bit by bit, and Yang Cheng gradually moved to the middle position between the two secret sentries. He held his breath again and approached the selected secret sentry.
Since the manor had some corners and trees, it was easier to hide. When Yang Cheng looked, he was only five or six feet away from the secret sentry.
After silently calculating, Yang Cheng took out the small blade from his storage bag, held it in his hand, and began to observe and look for a favorable shooting angle.
The secret whistle hiding in the shadows remained motionless.
If it weren't for Yang Cheng's amazing spiritual awareness and the ability to feel the other party's strong breathing, he would have almost thought it was a piece of wood leaning there.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Cheng silently counted down three numbers, and then stood up suddenly. At the same time, the power of the Dragon and Tiger Art was poured into his right hand, and with a strong wave, the small blade in his hand flashed away.
Just when Yang Cheng raised his body, the secret whistle noticed it and immediately turned his head to look this way.
Immediately, he saw Yang Cheng's smiling face. He was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, and he immediately wanted to take action.
At this moment, a very slight sound of wind was heard, and then with a "pop", a very sharp object pierced between the eyebrows, like a hot knife cutting oil, and immediately opened a passage from front to back in the skull.
Anshao's body suddenly stiffened, and after making a "chichi" sound from his throat, he fell down against the wall with his eyes wide open.
Yang Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he immediately lay down.
The secret whistler on the other side heard the sound and turned around to look in surprise. When he found that there was no movement, he gave up the idea of getting up to check, and turned back to resume his original position.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no movement from the other An Shao, Yang Cheng immediately stood up and hunched over quickly came to the dead An Shao.
After pulling off the storage bag and stuffing it into his chest, he found the small blade again, glanced left and right, and immediately walked carefully towards the manor.
"Bitter!"
Feeling the increasing power of the attack, and the delay in the arrival of reinforcements, the man in the late stage of foundation building began to tremble a little.
With his cultivation and magic power, he can completely sustain it. The other two foundation-building monks should also be fine.
But the most important thing is that the other corner of the formation is guarding Meng Tu, who has cultivated during the Qi Refining Period.
Moreover, the female cultivators in the formation also attacked him on this point.
Once Mengtu couldn't hold on and the formation was broken, he couldn't leave Mengtu alone and had to face the wrath of a group of foundation-building female cultivators alone.
Thinking of the scene where swords were fired in unison, the man in the late stage of foundation building felt sad and heartbroken.
Whether you can survive today depends on luck.
The position guarded by Meng Tu has now reached a critical stage.
Meng Tu's eyes were red, his eyes and mouth were bleeding, and he was stuffing a lot of pills into his mouth. Beside him, there were three or four corpses of disciples in the Qi Refining Stage with hideous faces lying dead.
Fortunately, the most violent backlash has passed, and Mengtu "dead his Taoist friends but not the poor Taoists", forcing several people to take turns replacing him.
After sacrificing several lives one after another, and when he finally had to take over the formation, he unexpectedly discovered that the backlash began to decrease, and he finally no longer had to be frightened.
As for the female cultivators in the formation, the situation is also not good at this time.
We had just fought hard and spent countless amounts of elixirs. We were about to break through the formation, but then something happened again.
No one would have thought that in the two-story formation presided over by the monks in the later stages of foundation building, there would be someone who was despicable and shameless and poured in unnecessary amounts of Mongolian sweat medicine.
So as they continued to fight, several female cultivators in the early stages of foundation building gradually began to feel physically weak and their consciousness began to blur.
Originally, it could only exert 70% to 80% of its spiritual power, but now only 20% to 30% is left.
Soon after, Song Wanzhen and Han Xianzi also realized that something was wrong. If they didn't detoxify and perform exercises immediately, they would not be able to sustain it.
In the end, the female cultivator in the late stage of foundation building was left to attack alone, which had no effect on the large formation.
So I can only stop and wait for the poison to be detoxified before breaking the formation.
But now the positive and negative spiritual formation is beginning to exert its power, and the power to extract spiritual energy is getting stronger and stronger. Moreover, after taking it without considering the loss, there are not many pills left.
Song Wanzhen and the female cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment looked at each other, with a hint of solemnity in their eyes, understanding that now has reached the most critical moment.
No matter what, I can only grit my teeth and hold on, waiting for rescue.
After successfully passing the hidden sentry post, Yang Cheng suddenly found that there was no obstruction to the passage.
So following the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations I felt just now, I quietly came to the vicinity of the main hall.
Above the main hall, little spiritual lights flashed, and a layer of mist could be vaguely seen.
Yang Cheng came to two directions in succession and saw the Foundation Establishment Stage guarding outside the main hall, and his heart suddenly shivered.
Especially the monk sitting at the door of the main hall was so advanced that Yang Cheng did not dare to look at him.
But Yang Cheng was a little surprised when he saw that the other party's appearance looked familiar from a distance, as if he had seen him before somewhere.
After a fierce battle at the underground auction venue, Yuanshi and Mengtu's plans could no longer be concealed.
I don't know how the two sides will end up next.
But it was not Yang Cheng's turn to speak. He just wanted to rescue Song Wanzhen as soon as possible.
Yang Cheng quietly retreated again and went around to take a look at another location.
But it is still not certain that those who are sealed in the hall are Song Wanzhen and the others! It is also unclear how she is doing now?
If the situation is critical, Yang Cheng has no choice but to randomly pick someone in the foundation building stage with the lowest cultivation level to take action.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and Yang Cheng began to prepare for the worst.
But when he went around to another direction and saw clearly the people guarding the formation, Yang Cheng immediately relaxed.
Looking at the lying corpses next to the other party, Yang Cheng snorted in his heart, somewhat aware of the other party's ruthlessness.
If nothing unexpected happens, then this person is the young master of Cangshen Mountain, Mengtu.
Seeing that the opponent's face was pale and he was doing the exercises with his eyes closed, there seemed to be a trace of blood at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Yang Cheng secretly increased his chances of winning in his next move.
If Yang Cheng's prediction is correct, even if there are people guarding in other directions, they should also be foundation-building monks.
Only here, because there are no high-level monks, Mengtu can only use the lives of other monks in the Qi Refining Stage to fill the gap, until he is the only one left in the end.
There was no sound in the hall now, and Yang Cheng couldn't guess what was going on inside.
But seeing that even Mengtu was guarding outside the formation, the situation inside must not be too bad.
Putting aside some of his anxiety, Yang Cheng began to think about what to do next.
There are Foundation Establishment Stage monks here who can use their spiritual consciousness to look around. If he wants to act like he did before to break through the secret sentry, he will definitely not be able to avoid the Foundation Establishment stage’s spiritual consciousness.
After thinking about it, Yang Cheng's heart moved, and he immediately took out an exquisite wooden box from the storage bag, and took out an obviously good talisman from it.
This was obtained from the storage bag of the man surnamed Ge in the Red Rock Mountains, a mid-level earth talisman.
Yang Cheng had been reluctant to sell it before, but he didn't expect to find a use here.
With this mid-level talisman, as long as Yang Cheng is more careful, he is completely confident that he can avoid the detection of spiritual consciousness in the foundation building stage and lurk next to Mengtu.
After quietly reciting the incantation, Yang Cheng patted the talisman on his body.
I saw a flash of earth-yellow light, and a powerful spiritual power completely enveloped Yang Cheng.
Then Yang Cheng's mind moved, and his whole body gradually began to sink into the earth, and soon disappeared. This chapter has been completed!