After speaking, Gu Wentian pulled Tang Su up again, whispered in his ear, and explained, before the figure quietly faded away.

On the other side, Gu Wentian woke up from his meditation, and he was in a wet rock crevice. Outside is a huge overhanging rock, barely sheltered from the rain. In recent days, the rain has gathered from the mountains into streams, and the sound of water is loud, and it flows down the mountain stream on the side. The young King Kasumi was pacing outside in every way of scoundrels.

In the past few days, in order to find an opportunity to attack King Yun, he followed Gu Wentian to wade through mountains and rivers, struggling in the wind and rain and mud, and he was already exhausted, but he didn't even see Haozheng's shadow, and he said that he would lay a trap in front of the root cave, and now he didn't see Gu Wentian have half a point of action. This guy still has time to dry him aside and meditate alone. How can the young prince who is like a fire endure this.

At this time, he missed the old man who always made him feel in the way. If it was Yelan with him this time, it might be another scene. It's a pity that Yelan is not a member of the Jade Palace, and it is okay to be a gangster in the Transmission Tower, so it would be a bit too much to go to the Zisheng Monument to directly face Qin Zunyang's arrangement.

This Gu Wentian is said to be the elite of the ancient clan and is absolutely reliable. He found this person quite annoying. Every time Yelan acted, all the plans of his actions were clearly explained to him in advance, and he was annoyed by a thousand instructions. Gu Wentian had a confident smile on his face, and everything was brought by a few words, as if he was secretive, which made him feel a sense of suffocation when he was being led and played.

At this time, in this self-born monument, there was no one available except for this person, which made him feel aggrieved.

Gu Wentian finally woke up and walked out of the wide stone crack. Xiawang Haoqi's face was cloudy, and he asked angrily: "Ancient Dao Chief, have you found the location of King Yun?"

"Haha, it's not up to the mission. The place to find and the person to find, the poor road has been found. Haoqi's face suddenly changed, revealing a fierce look: "Then what are you waiting for, I'll kill him now!"

"Since it is a place of training, His Highness can naturally do whatever he wants, without any restraints. Gu Wentian smiled and pointed to a mountain col in front of him, "There is no need to set up a formation, the poor road plan has been completed, and the escape is useless." Heaven and earth are proof, and the two highnesses will compete in this place. The poor blood contract is in the body, and I can't accompany it!"

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That huge square boulder is dozens of feet square, and no one can tell what material it is made of and how heavy it is. But Gou Zhu understands very well that when this smash falls, they all have to be crushed.

This boulder is not only amazing, but the most terrifying thing is that it has a terrifying space formation. Although it had not completely fallen, the area it covered formed a small boundary space, like a cage, making it impossible for the people inside to escape instantly.

Everyone was stunned and helpless, but Gou Zhu suddenly became very calm, as if everything in heaven and earth had slowed down to a halt, including his own body.

Although he couldn't look up, he could see the black giant above his head, which was slowly falling. The towering trees were crushed by the massive object, slowly bent like a giant bow, and then crackled with a series of loud noises, and countless pieces of wood chips burst out like a swarm of dancing moths, and the barrel-thick trunks snapped apart.

The towering trunk of the tree made him think of something that might be able to withstand the crush of this huge thing and let them escape. It's just that he can't move this thing alone. Even if you barely urge it, I'm afraid you won't be able to exert much power.

He quickly transmitted the voice to his companion behind him: "I will release four dragon wood pillars, arranged in east, west, north and south. Senior Brother Lord West, Wood Lord East, my Lord North, Huang Lu and the Nineteenth and Murong Qing Lord South, we each urge one to block this boulder together!"

Transmission is through divine thoughts. They are in the same courtyard, they usually trust each other, and there is no suspicion, and the divine thoughts communicate very quickly. In just an instant, everyone already understood. At this time, the white light flashed, and Gou Zhu tried his best to move the dragon wood pillar in the immortal lotus outward. Suddenly, a golden light burst out, and four golden pillars were erected out of thin air in the woodland.

There was another loud bang, and the boulder that landed in the air was impartial, like a huge roof, just on four large pillars.

These pillars are made of dragon wood. Dragonwood itself is not as hard as gold and stone, but it is inherently able to move space to protect itself. As soon as the Dingfang inkstone was smashed, a strong spatial power immediately appeared on several dragon trees to confront it, and the spatial power of both sides barely canceled out. The boulder also lay alive in the air about a foot above their heads.

Although the spatial power of the Dragon Wood Pillar is powerful, it is not a source of water. The higher the realm, the more powerful the monk's kinetic energy will be. Although Gou Zhu has the realm of building a sixfold foundation, it is absolutely impossible to urge the four pillars at the same time. Fortunately, he transmitted the distribution in advance, and the six of them divided their labor and urged, and finally succeeded reluctantly.

But the rain-soaked ground could not withstand such a huge force. Under the weight of the weight, the four pillars continued to sink like wooden stakes into the earth.

Dozens of zhang away, Liu Hui and more than a dozen other senior brothers lurked in the dense forest, working together to urge the meteorite to set the square inkstone.

The power of the Dingfang inkstone can be big or small, and it all depends on the strength of the monks who urge it. The general magic weapon is complex, and there are many tricks to attack the enemy, if you are not skilled in advance, or several people control it together but cooperate jerky, but they hinder each other, and the power will be greatly reduced.

But Dingfang inkstone is surprisingly simple, it is a huge meteorite. The more True Qi the Promoter injected, the greater the power of this Meteorite Giant Inkstone. Therefore, in order to be safe, Liu Hui directly gathered a total of twelve people, including himself, to inject true qi into this meteoric iron, making this magic weapon burst out with great power, intending to take them down in one fell swoop.

Liu Hui controlled this giant inkstone with his divine sense, and felt that it was unstoppable as he looked at this group of people like Mount Tai pressing away, and his face couldn't help but have a bloodthirsty smile.

He had recognized at first glance that the person who had come was not from the torture gang, but the one who disgusted him and was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy. It's just that when he went to see Du Li, he deliberately claimed that the person who came was a member of the criminal gang, just to take the opportunity to teach this thief a lesson that didn't know the height of the sky.

Anyway, the phoenix blood kite that seduces them is not much different from the wooden kite commonly used by the torture gang from below.

He didn't expect that Du Li would want to win over Gou Zhu as a helper. This made him even more disgusted to the extreme. Why did even Ping, Du Li, and Nineteen, all the women he admired, favor this dirty-born thief?

He is not a man who suffers from gains and losses. Born in poverty, he has already refined his ruthless and decisive character by fighting hard to get to where he is today. Since it's not cool, just get rid of it!

If they had always been brothers in the same sect outside the Monument of Self-Birth, he would not have found such a good opportunity to attack him. Now that everyone is in the self-born monument, the escape Jane has lost its role again, and with the meteorite Dingfang inkstone in his hands, such an opportunity will not be there again in 10,000 years.

The meteorite is not a magic weapon that can only kill people. It's just that if this thing is smashed on the head, then whether the person who is smashed is dead or alive depends entirely on the thought of the person who urged the magic weapon.

If the person holding this object wants to keep the enemy alive, then the enemy will not be slapped into a meatloaf when he is shot, but will be included in the Dingfang inkstone and become a prisoner of the magic weapon. As long as the caster pushes in reverse, the trapped person can still be released. But if the caster wants to die, the person who is suppressed will be immediately smashed to pieces.

Feeling that the Dingfang Yan was not far from the top of the other party's head, he had already thought that the others would be included in the Dingfang Yan, but Gou Zhu would be slapped into meat paste. As for the explanation afterwards, he deduced that this was the first time he had used Dingfang inkstone, and the accident caused by unfamiliar control was enough.

If Gou Zhu died, the nineteenth who he had been envious of would surely be sad and hopeless for a while. But that's also the best time for him to take advantage of it. A woman who has lost her dependence will sooner or later have to find another one to rely on. And as the perpetrator of this accident, he also had a reason to comfort this poor woman all day long in the name of making amends. All these dreams were close to his eyes, as if they were real.

But he felt that the true qi in the Ming Ding Fang Yan was extremely full, and the speed of the fall became slower and slower, as if he was firmly resisted by something tough.

In fact, when the dragon wood pillar was just pressed, it was inserted into the soil, and those soft soil naturally did not have much blocking power. But a few feet of dirt lies rock. The dragonwood pillar was pressed against the rock, and with the powerful repulsion of the dragonwood space, the two were almost barely balanced. Dingfang Yan is half a foot above the other party's head, but it is stalemate here, and the upper cannot go up, and the lower cannot go down.

The dream is still in her mind, but the reality makes Yoo Hye frightened. They urged this Dingfang Yan to use almost all the true qi of the twelve people. It's okay if it succeeds in filming, but once it is resisted, even a slight backlash can make these dozen or so people suffer heavy injuries and will not end.

"Everyone must do their best, otherwise the magic weapon will backfire, and we will all die!" Liu Hui hurriedly sent a message to everyone.

As soon as these more than ten people heard this, they all held their breath and calmed down, urging their true qi to run with all their might, and doing everything they could, almost to the extreme.

At this moment, there was a gurgling cracking sound from the rock under the dragon's wooden pillar. Under the weight of the Dingfang inkstone, this dragon wood gradually cracked the rock.

Gou Zhu understands that if this continues, as long as the rock layer below collapses, they will still be doomed!