Chapter 65: Framed Ding Wu Gu (1)

Chapter Twenty Framed Ding Wugu
Mo Yuxi's three subordinates drew away the crowd of red rabbits. Others arrived at Yanchuan.
"Master Yan, are you familiar with this formation?" Mo Yuxi looked at Yan Chuan and asked.
Yan Chuan looked at everyone. Although his previous life cultivation has been exhausted, his eyesight has not diminished a bit.
Except for Mr. Wen Ruo, everyone else has a superior mentality. Including Mo Yuxi, because she is useful to her, she is polite to herself.
This kind of lofty mentality made Yan Chuan extra careful, so when everyone just made an unreasonable request to let Yan Chuan be a guide, Yan Chuan agreed.
"I've heard of this outside team before, but not many!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
"Not much? What else?" Mo Yuxi asked.
Yan Chuan looked at the sky.
Yellow clouds are almost covering the sky. Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes and said, "The entrance is about to come out. Similarly, the next time will be the most dangerous moment!"
"Oh?" Everyone was slightly startled.
"Boom!"
The moment the yellow cloud covered the sky, there was a roar, and the whole world in the formation was shaking strongly.
The strongest is at the center of the yellow pillar.
Under a roar, the earth cracked around the yellow pillar, and while shaking, eight mounds appeared around the pillar, and the mounds became bigger and bigger. Gradually rise from the ground, looking like eight mountains.
"How come eight mountains suddenly appeared?" Mo Yuxi frowned.
"This is not a mountain, this is eight tombs with eight evil springs. Feng Shui masters must bury 64 powerful monsters alive. This is the tomb of eight of them!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Live buried?" Qinglong said in surprise.
"Similar to burial alive, so that they can accumulate their greatest grievances, and use grievances to form an array. This is a habit of many feng shui arrays! Haven't you heard of it?" Yan Chuan looked at everyone.
Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head and said: "Feng Shui classics are rare, and the inheritance of Feng Shui masters is passed on by word of mouth. We rarely have Feng Shui masters here. Therefore, we know very little about Feng Shui!"
"Isn't this a Feng Shui master?" Yan Chuan smiled at Ding Wugu.
Ding Wugu looked ugly for a while.
"The Feng Shui Array I studied just didn't have this." Ding Wugu strongly argued.
On the earth, there was only a trace of yellow liquid overflowing, but at this moment, it was a vast expanse.
"This, the ground is sinking?" Qinglong's expression changed.
"This is the water of the Yellow Spring. The Rabbit Demon is going to become stronger. Go to the eight cemeteries and the entrance is there. As long as the Feng Shui master can sense it!" Yan Chuan suddenly called.
"Yeah!" everyone responded.
"All army, go!" Huo Guang gave an order.
Yan Chuan walked in the forefront, slightly analyzed the eight graves in front of him, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Immediately walked towards one of them.
Yan Chuan led the way, and everyone naturally walked into one of the huge tombs unconsciously.
It is said to be a grave, but this grave is extremely tall. Just walked to the foot of the grave, everyone turned their heads and looked back unconsciously.
In the rear, it is like a vast ocean of yellow spring sea.
And in the sea of ​​Huangquan, many Huangquan Rabbit Monsters seem to sink into the sea of ​​Huangquan, disappearing, only eight have not disappeared, and these eight Huangquan Rabbit Monsters have become bigger and bigger, five zhang, ten zhang, Fifty feet and a hundred feet high.
The rabbit demon is getting bigger and bigger, and the evil spirit surrounding him is getting heavier.
"Roar!"
The eight rabbit demons looked up to the sky and roared, the yellow clouds in the sky rotated rapidly, and the wind and clouds changed color.
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