Chapter 225.1

Since everyone is at the same height as the dead puppet, this hidden path cannot be seen. And once they fly, they will be killed by the dead puppets.

So if they want to determine the correct route, you can only calculate the formation first.

Feng Shao’s actions attracted the attention of others. After observing for a while, the other cultivators finally discovered the paths hidden in the dead puppets.

So the question is… which way is true?

Before determining the route, they first need to understand what the formation in front of them is.

It’s just that there is very little information circulated outside the Qiankun Palace, so most cultivators don’t know what the formation in front of them is, and can only speculate based on a little clues from the periphery.

And here lies Feng Shao’s advantage.

After some calculations, Feng Shao determined the route to take, turned to Deng Jingyun and Liu Shou, and said, “Come with me. Don’t talk to these guys along the way.”

Deng Jingyun and Liu Shou nodded, followed Feng Shao, and entered the crowd of dead puppets.

Seeing Feng Shao and others enter the formation, the hearts of the others became active.

It’s just that too many people have died in various attempts just now, and many people are still hesitant.

They were not sure whether the path Feng Shao chose was right or wrong, so they hesitated, waiting for others to try and make mistakes with themselves.

But when everyone has the same thoughts, no one will act.

So in the end, only Feng Shao and others entered the crowd.

Feng Shao naturally would not pay attention to other people. He just kept looking for the right path on his own.

However, finding this correct path has been extremely difficult.

As Feng Shao expected, after the three of them entered the crowd, the dead puppets did not actively attack them, nor did they block their way. But along the way, the dead puppet kept talking to them.

“I don’t know how the names of you? Where are you from?”

“Your Excellency is extraordinary, which sect do you come from?”

“Why are you here?”

“Your Excellency……”

“Your Excellency……”

“Your Excellency……”

Along the way, all kinds of questions kept popping up, and every dead puppet looked warm-hearted and kind, asking non-stop around the three of them. Although they didn’t stop their group, their chattering questions annoyed the three of them.

They once tried to block their ears so as not to hear the voice of the dead puppet.

But what they didn’t expect was that just after they blocked their ears, the originally kind voice immediately turned into the scream of a ghost, which directly echoed in their minds, making them have a splitting headache, nauseated, and even There are also faint signs of dao heart collapse.

The three of them couldn’t help but be shocked, and they quickly gave up the action of plugging their ears. So the ghost screams turned into various annoying greetings again, making the three of them almost want to curse out loud.

But in the end, the three of them had strong self-control and forcibly suppressed this impulse.

It seems that if they want to successfully reach Tiantong Tower, they have to endure the harassment of the dead puppets.

While Feng Shao and others were struggling to endure the harassment of the dead puppets, the other cultivators finally couldn’t hold back and joined the crowd of dead puppets.

Some people chose to follow the same path as Feng Shao, while others tried to find other paths. Many of them still believe in their own choice, and they are full of confidence in every gesture.

It’s just that where they can go depends on their own ability in the end.

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On the other side, in the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Towers.

What the group from Honglian Sacred Land met was not densely packed dead puppets, but an endless sea of ​​red flowers. Looking around, except for the sea of ​​flowers, there is no conspicuous structure to be seen.

Long Yan squatted down, observed the red flowers carefully for a while, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, “The flowers do not see the leaves, and the leaves do not see the flowers; life after life, we will never see each other. I never expected to see Manzhu Shahua here.”

When the others heard the words, their faces changed color involuntarily.

A disciple of Honglian Sacred Land quickly asked, “Holy Son, is this the legendary flower of the underworld, Manzhu Shahua?”

Long Yan stood up and glanced at him coldly, “What? Are you questioning the vision of this deity?”

That disciple: “…”

Why? He just asked casually, which sensitive nerve of this weird big shot has been touched again?

Fortunately, Honglian Sacred Land disciples have long been used to the moody and self-willed temperament of the newly promoted holy son, and they also became used to speaking according to his temperament.

The disciple quickly said, “I don’t dare! This subordinate has little knowledge and is far inferior to the scholarly and knowledgeable holy son. This subordinate has never seen Manzhu Shahua, so he just curiously asked the holy son! Please don’t blame me!”

Long Yan snorted coldly and said, “For the sake of you actively admitting your mistakes, this deity will be magnanimous and won’t care about you. But give up your arm!”

That disciple: “…”

If only he could beat this guy, he really wants to fight him hard!

A look of hesitation flashed across the disciple’s face. But just such a hesitation caused Long Yan’s dissatisfaction. Long Yan’s face darkened, and he said coldly, “It seems that this deity is too tolerant to you!”

The disciple’s face changed, his heart became ruthless, and he immediately drew out the long sword with his right hand, and slashed at his own left arm fiercely!

The disciple let out a scream, and a piece of his arm fell to the ground.

The disciple’s face was pale, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

But he swallowed and said in a low voice, “This subordinate deserves to die for his crimes. I have the mercy of the holy son. I thank the holy son for not killing me!”

Only then did Long Yan snort softly, and turn his head back.

As for the other Honglian Sacred Land disciples, they remained expressionless from beginning to end. They are not insensitive, but they are afraid that any expression they show will cause dissatisfaction with the holy son, and might even lead to their deaths.

But in their hearts, there was a strong sense of sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox, and they were both fearful and resentful towards Long Yan.

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