Bang!
But when they were still several dozen feet from Wang Chong's group, they seemed to run into an invisible barrier, and all the black smoke and poisonous needles were sent flying to the left and right. Boom! With a wave of Wang Chong's sleeve, all the black smoke and poisonous needles shot into the sky like a waterfall.
In the distance, the coachman had long since escaped without a trace, heading into the distance.
In the rear, neither Wang Chong, the Evil Emperor, nor the Chief Of Wushang moved. But just when the Coachman was about to flee to the edge of the carriage, boom! Countless black needles exploded from the sky and struck the distant Coachman.
With a scream, the Coachman ran several steps, and then his body fell forward and fell to the ground.
In just a moment, his body immediately hardened and turned black. Finally, he looked like a withered tree that had been dried out for a long time.
"Let's go! They won't be able to wait for anyone, and they'll be here soon enough. We shouldn't waste too much time with them. "
The three packed up their things and quickly left. Time slowly passed, and around two hours after Wang Chong's group had left, the wind howled and thousands of leaves began to ripple. In a flash of light, three bamboo hat men flew down from the trees and appeared next to the abandoned carriage. With just a glance, they grimaced.
"We've been exposed! These fellows are even more vigilant than we imagined! "
One of the bamboo hat men said.
Shifting their gazes, the three of them quickly noticed a figure at the edge of the forest in the distance.
"Let's go!"
The three glanced at each other and immediately rushed over, crossing several hundred feet in a flash to appear next to the Coachman's corpse. The Coachman's corpse had been hung on a tree, blackened by the poison. Next to the corpse was a line of words carved with a sword: 'This meager gift is not enough to show my respect!'
Written at the bottom was the signature of the Tang Dynasty's King of Foreign Lands.
"Bastard!"
A massive fist wreathed in flames pulverized the tree and Coachman's corpse.
…
After abandoning the carriage, Wang Chong and the others finally arrived at their destination after about four hours. This was a three-way intersection at the edge of a mountain range. At the point of the intersection, there were three gigantic ginseng cypresses that were more than ten meters tall. They rose steeply from the ground and looked very special in this area.
This was where the Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang had met during their last trip to the Northwest.
"Something's wrong!"
After some time, the Demonic Emperor Old Man frowned.
"It's already past the appointed time. Why isn't he here yet?"
"Something's not right. Could something have happened?"
Chief Of Wushang also frowned.
The situation here was complicated, and sectarian killings were common. Wang Chong, who had been cultivating under the tree, opened his eyes. This situation was far beyond his expectations.
Hua!
All of a sudden, a white messenger pigeon flapped its wings and flew down from the sky towards them.
The sudden movement attracted the attention of the three.
The Evil Emperor stretched out his hand and caught the pigeon. He took a look at the letter on it and his expression changed.
"Something's wrong! Let's go! "
Without another word, the Demonic Emperor Old Man put away the letter and immediately rushed forward.
Wang Chong and the Chief Of Wushang's hearts tightened. They quickly followed behind the Evil Emperor.
"Follow that pigeon!"
The Evil Emperor looked up at the sky. Pigeons knew their way. If they could find the person who delivered the letter, they could also find the person who wrote the letter.
"Master, what's going on?"
Along the way, Wang Chong couldn't help but ask.
This time, the Evil Emperor didn't hide the truth anymore. As it turned out, the Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang had encountered a formation grandmaster. The three of them had similar personalities and had traveled together for some time, becoming good friends.
"Your Chief Of Wushang and I have done a detailed investigation. Whether it's a real treasure or a fake one, it's usually surrounded by a large number of formations. Neither I nor the Chief Of Wushang is an expert in this field, so without this person's help, it will be very difficult for us to find the real Origin Immortal Art."
"He's a very punctual person. Once he's agreed on a time, he'll never be late. Reality has confirmed my judgment. If my guess is correct, he probably ran into an enemy!"
The Evil Emperor said. His movement technique was like a bolt of lightning as he weaved through the trees. Not even the dense forest could stop him.
Wang Chong silently glanced at his master's back, a pensive look on his face.
His master's personality was rather unique. Very few people could catch his eye, and he found it very difficult to view ordinary people as friends. It was already surprising that he could get along well with the Chief Of Wushang and travel together in search of the Origin Immortal Art.
For his master to view this Formation Elder as a friend, he had to have some extraordinary qualities.
The wind howled around them, and as they were thinking, there was suddenly a flash of light, and the area around them became empty.
In front of them, above an open space, the white carrier pigeon that everyone had been following all the way suddenly stopped. Like a headless fly, it flapped its wings and circled in the sky, refusing to land.
The three of them fell silent at this sight.
"He probably ran into an enemy here!"
The Evil Emperor had a grave expression, a rare hint of unease on his brow.
"No, there are no signs of a fight here!"
Wang Chong suddenly said. In this short period of time, he had already looked around. There were some footprints in the surroundings, but there were no messy traces at all, let alone traces of a fight. This was not the appearance of someone who had run into an enemy and then been defeated and captured.
Wang Chong's reminder caused the Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang to notice their surroundings, and their frowns deepened.
"Not only that, there's something wrong with that carrier pigeon as well …"
Wang Chong said as he looked into the sky.
Even if a normal carrier pigeon got lost, it would not keep circling in the air like this. The Eagle had raised many birds and carrier pigeons, but he had never seen anything like this.
"Zhang Wenfu, that old scoundrel …"
As they were thinking, an elderly voice rang out in their ears, tinged with bewilderment.
"How could it be the two of you!?"
The elderly voice came out of nowhere, rumbling and shaking the earth. Before Wang Chong and the others could react, the ground beneath their feet shook. Following that, under Wang Chong's shocked gaze, about ten feet away from them, there was nothing but a patch of sand. Suddenly, a brown rock about the height of a human appeared out of thin air, and appeared on the ground. Then, a second rock, a third rock …
In just a moment, the light changed, and a stone array appeared in front of Wang Chong and the others. This stone array was made up of five to six large rocks, each of them the size of a small mountain. They were scattered on the ground according to a certain pattern.
"This is …"
Looking at this shocking scene, even Wang Chong could not help but feel his eyelids twitch and his heart tremble. At this moment, he thought of something. But before Wang Chong could speak, there was a flash of light. Under Wang Chong's dumbfounded gaze, a gray-robed dwarf strode out with an air of seniority and a hand stroking his steel-needle-like beard.
"Haha, old scoundrel, so you made a turtle shell and hid it here! Brother Fang and I thought that you had been captured by your enemies! "
The Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang laughed as they looked at the gray-robed dwarf elder, their expressions extremely amiable.
It seems like he's the Formation Elder that Master spoke of!
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
It was clear that this was yet another strange individual that he had not heard of in his last life. He had no idea how his master and the Village Chief had gotten to know him.
"Hmph, how could this be? Those bastards have been trying to capture me for more than a day or two, but in the end, I still managed to fool them with a few rocks. "
The Formation Elder coldly snorted, a look of disdain on his face.
"Haha, since that's the case, why did you send a messenger pigeon asking for reinforcements?"
The Evil Emperor heartily laughed, not giving him any face at all.
"Zhang Wenfu, you old bastard, don't think that just because you've been the Demonic Emperor for a few years that I'm afraid of you! When did I ever ask you for reinforcements!?"
The Formation Elder's face turned red, and he glared at Wang Chong. His gaze quickly fell on Wang Chong, and a moment later, he leapt up as if provoked.
"Foul brat, what are you looking at? What kind of eyes do you have!? Do you think that you're taller than me? Do you look down on those who are shorter than you? Believe it or not, this old man will take off your head and make you as tall as me! "
The veins on the Formation Elder's forehead were bulging, and he could not restrain his rage. It was like Wang Chong had committed some heinous crime.
Wang Chong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't done anything, but the Formation Elder had suddenly made things difficult for him.
"Because of his height, this old scoundrel is very sensitive to the gazes of others. There's no need to bother with him."
At this moment, a voice as soft as the buzz of a mosquito came from next to him. It was Chief Of Wushang's voice. Wang Chong turned his head in surprise and saw that the usually stern Chief Of Wushang had a smile on his face, a smile that was very different from his usual self.
"Zhang Wenfu, what's going on? Didn't I tell you that this operation would be fraught with danger and that you shouldn't bring any riffraff with you? This treasury is extremely dangerous, and you actually brought a brat of eighteen or nineteen with you? "
The Formation Elder's anger was hard to quell, and he turned to the Evil Emperor.
"Brother Zhou, don't misunderstand. This is Brother Wenfu's disciple, not some outsider."
Chief Of Wushang smiled.
"Disciple?!"
The Formation Elder was stunned, and as he glanced at Zhang Wenfu, he almost exploded in rage.
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