The fifteen people on the battle platform all sat cross-legged, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, and no matter how many people under the platform called, there was no response.

"When you just said about detention, do you mean that those people's divine consciousness is trapped in a certain place?" Huang Quanjun looked at Qiu Yao and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. Qiu Yao glanced at him, and then said lightly.

"So where their little creatures are going now... Huang Quanjun asked with a somewhat grim face.

"As you can imagine. Qiu Yao did not deny it.

"The people trapped there are all vicious evil people, do you want to send them to death?!" Huang Quanjun said through gritted teeth.

Looking at these talented little guys, Huang Quanjun couldn't help but think of his youth, especially the black-faced little guy, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and naturally he didn't want him to fall into danger.

"Do you know how we cultivated back then?" Qiu Yao looked at Huang Quanjun with an ugly face, but his face was still indifferent.

"Anyone who enters the master's disciple must go through the test of the magic flute, and no one is an exception. Qiu Yao said lightly.

Anyone, naturally, including him.

"Back then, because my body was too weak, several senior brothers advised the master not to let me go through the test of the magic flute, but the master said that rules are rules, and there are no rules. ”

Since it is a rule set by himself himself, then even if he is his own own son, if he wants to enter his door, he must go through the test of this magical flute. ”

"I should have been a little younger than them back then, but I'm still back from that place. ”

"Since I was able to do it back then, why can't they do it, these little guys are much stronger than me back then. ”

"If you want to climb to the highest peak, how can it be so easy, without putting in unimaginable efforts for ordinary people, everything is just empty talk. ”

"When they came to this emperor's tomb, they must have been prepared in their hearts, this is their own choice, why should you be upset about them?"

Qiu Yao looked at the fifteen figures on the battle platform calmly and said softly.

Huang Quanjun listened to Qiu Yao's calm tone, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a complicated look.

Even with his strength, once he was captured by the sound of the magic flute, he would probably be difficult to get out of that place.

But at this point, he can't do anything, he can only hope that these little guys can turn evil into good fortune and return safely.

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The man in black who had been standing in the corner calmly watched everything that was happening in front of him, like a spectator under the stage.

Well?

The old man holding a black cane looked moved, slowly raised his head, opened his eyes and looked at a certain direction in this space, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

After perceiving it carefully for a while, the corners of the old man in black couldn't help but show a penetrating smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's finally here, and it seems that it's time to put an end to this senseless farce. The old man muttered softly.

After the words fell, the old man closed his eyes again, as if waiting for something.

。。。。。。

Yun Fan, who was originally refining medicinal power, suddenly heard a melodious flute sound, and he felt a little strange, but a sudden tiredness soon hit him.

Wrong!

Yun Fan's expression changed, and the soul power in his mind instantly poured out, wanting to resist the pervasive flute sound.

It's just that the flute sound is too weird, even with Yun Fan's current soul power, he can't stop it, and soon his consciousness is in chaos.

In a trance, Yun Fan felt as if his spiritual sense was pulled into a whirlpool by the sound of the flute, and then it swirled endlessly, turning him almost collapse.

Fortunately, when he was about to take it anymore, his spiritual sense finally broke out of the whirlpool and was thrown into a place.

Fuck, I'm dizzy!

Yun Fan barely opened his eyes, struggling to get up from the ground, but he felt that the world was still spinning in his mind.

"Gross!"

Before Yun Fan could stand up, there was a sudden sound of retching in his ears.

Someone?!

Yun Fan struck a spirit, forcibly endured the dizziness, a carp stiffened, stood up, and then looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Not far from him, a figure in a plain robe was retching with his hands on his knees.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Yun Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the vigilance in his heart also dissipated a lot.

"Black. . . Black-faced brother. ”

The man slowly raised his head, and when he saw Yun Fan, he couldn't help but squeeze out a smile on his pale face.

Yun Fan subconsciously touched his face.

Whew, it's okay, the mask is still there.

"It seems that the Buddha asked the brother to vomit a lot. After Yun Fan looked around, he slowly walked towards the figure in a plain robe.

"Black. . . Brother Black-faced, are you okay at all?" Buddha Wen looked at Yun Fan with some confusion, and then couldn't help but retch.

"Do I look like something is wrong?" Yun Fan said with a strong face and a heartbeat as he resisted the nausea that surged to his throat.

"The black-faced brother is really strong, small. Little monk. It's true. Vomit... Before the Buddha could finish his question, he retched again.

The corners of Yun Fan's mouth under the mask couldn't help twitching, this guy vomited halfway through speaking, did he do it on purpose? Why does it sound so awkward?

"Where is this?" Buddha asked, wiping the corners of his mouth with his sleeve robe, raising his head to look at the surroundings.

"I don't know, but for now, this must be a wasteland. Yun Fan looked at the endless fields around him and said softly.

"I just remember hearing a strange flute sound, and then I fell asleep, and then my consciousness went on spinning, and when I woke up, I was already here. ”

The Buddha asked, whose pale face was a little ruddy, and said with a light breath.

"Me too. Yun Fan knew in his heart that the flute sound must have been made by Qiu Yao, in order to bring the spiritual consciousness of the fifteen of them to this place.

"Looks like the rest of the people should be in this place too, let's look for it. Yun Fan and Buddha Wen glanced at each other, and then spoke.

The two of them chose a direction, and then walked in.

This place is a little weird, it is clearly spiritual sense, but it can use its own rings, and it can also take pills, but the speed of refining is one-fifth of the usual, and it can fly in the sky, but the spiritual power consumed is five times that of the ordinary.

So in order to preserve their spiritual power in case of emergency, they chose to march on foot.

Yun Fan had secretly tried it before, and even his soul power could be used, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise he would have one less hole card, and his strength would be greatly reduced.

On the endless wasteland, the wind howled, and two thin figures marched against the wind, looking down from the sky, like two isolated ants forging ahead.