"Third grandfather, didn't you say that the treasure is in the pavilion? Why didn't my father enter the pavilion directly?" the young master of the Bai family asked the old man with doubts.

The old man's face was a little heavy, "I don't know why, it should be the messenger's explanation." I'm afraid this treasure is really hard to take!"

Xie Fan looked at the pavilion first when Bai Jingting, the head of the Bai family, slowly paced towards the pavilion.

I didn't notice it when I was far away just now, but when I looked closely, I found that although this pavilion was in the shape of an ordinary octagonal shape, it only had four pillars.

The most peculiar thing is that the whole pavilion is made of stone, not even a single piece of wood can be seen, even the top covered tiles are made of stone.

From the place where the four of them stood to the middle of the pavilion, this short distance of more than ten zhang, Bai Jingting walked for a quarter of an hour.

He stood firm in the middle of the pavilion, holding the little horn high above his head in both hands, and stayed for a moment before slowly lowering the horn from the top of his head to his chest.

But in just this moment, Bai Jingting's originally ruddy face turned pale. I don't know if he used his soul power just now, or if he used a huge number of star elements in the sea of stars.

When the corner of the cow was in front of his chest, Bai Jingting walked towards the stone pillar in the southeast corner of the pavilion, slowly stretched out his hands, and inserted the horn in his hand into the middle of the stone pillar, but his hand did not let go of the horn.

Xie Fan looked carefully, and it turned out that there happened to be a small hole there, which matched the shape of the horn, and after inserting it, it should have been reserved when the pavilion was built.

Xie Fan was a little strange, Bai Jingting had been busy for so long, why hadn't he seen any changes?

Just as Xie Fan was thinking about it, the air around the pavilion vaguely changed, and the speed of flow increased slightly.

This horn-like thing is the primer to activate the formation?

The air around the pavilion was moving faster, and with this pavilion as the center, it seemed as if a whirlpool was about to appear.

Bai Jingting's face became more and more pale.

"Third grandfather, my father?" Bai Yicang, the young master of the Bai family, looked at Bai Jingting in the pavilion worriedly, and couldn't help but ask.

The old man's face became a little ugly, seeing that Jing Ting had paid a lot of price in this way, which could trigger the activation of the formation. I don't know how much more I need to pay next?

The air was moving faster and faster, the wind began to sound, and the rudiments of the whirlpool had appeared.

The flowers and plants in the space around the pavilion fell in one direction with this slightly formed whirlpool.

'Huh?'

Xie Fan almost shouted, and the violent aura contained in these flowers and plants seemed to be dragged out of the plants with the flow of air.

This......?

Xie Fan was shocked in his heart, could it be that this violent force in the space would eventually all be gathered together?

The wind grew stronger, and the size of the whirlpool grew, doubling the enveloping area in an instant.

Bai Jingting, who was still standing by the pillar in the southeast corner of the pavilion, had completely lost his blood at this time, and stood there shaky.

"Third brother, I see that Jing Ting can't hold on, you pay attention here, I'll go up to help first. At this time, the old man on the right turned his head to look at the old man on the left.

The cultivator, known as the third one, looked at the situation in the pavilion, his face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, and nodded slowly, "Fourth, then you go over, I'll look at Cang'er first." ”

The fourth elder walked into the middle of the pavilion and put his right hand directly on Bai Jingting's waist.

With the help of this old man, Bai Jingting's figure was able to stand firmer, but there was still no blood on his face.

With the blessing of the power of these two people, the whirlpool around the pavilion became larger again, the wind became louder, and the grass and trees within the surrounding area were shrouded in the whirlpool, and the violent power drawn out became more and more obvious.

The fourth elder turned his head to the third brother standing outside the pavilion, as if he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.

"Third grandfather, fourth grandfather, he?" Bai Yicang hurriedly shouted when he saw this.

The third brother's face was even more ugly, looking at the appearance of the fourth brother, it seemed that he was already a little involuntarily, did he have to go up all four of them in order to maintain the operation of this formation?

Otherwise, why did the messenger have to let me come with all four of us?

He gritted his teeth, "Cang'er, it seems that the four of us grandparents and grandchildren have to go in to maintain the operation of the formation, if it continues like this, your fourth grandfather and your father may not be able to hold on." ”

Bai Yicang's face showed some fear, but he still said, "Okay, third grandfather, then let's go into the pavilion too." ”

The old man nodded, and walked towards the pavilion first.

Bai Yicang hesitated for a moment, but he still followed behind, but the fear on his face became stronger.

The fourth elder saw the two of them coming, and there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, but the third elder only cared about the changes in the whirlpool around the pavilion, and did not pay much attention to the look of his eyes.

Seeing this, the anxiety in the eyes of the fourth child was even worse, with a faint hint of despair.

The old and young walked into the pavilion, Bai Shuncang stood behind his fourth grandfather, put his right hand on his waist, and finally the third child, put his palm on Bai Shuncang's waist.

With the addition of these two people, Bai Jingting's pressure seems to be less.

In Xie Fan's opinion, it seemed as if he was trying to remove his hands from the horns, but in vain.

After still not being able to take his palm away, there was also despair in Bai Jingting's eyes, this is a sign that all four members of my Bai family are going to be squeezed dry!

Bai Yicang just put his palm on the waist of his fourth grandfather, and his face immediately became extremely frightened.

The soul power in his soul sea was quickly injected into the fourth grandfather in front of him along the palm of his hand, and it only disappeared in an instant.

And the palm of the hand was sucked by a huge force, and I couldn't take it off if I wanted to.

The same situation was also noticed by the third child standing at the end, but his heart was always much higher than Bai Shuncang, although his face was heavy, but he did not have that fear.

After all four of them were sucked by the horns, the power that penetrated into it increased dramatically, and the whirlpool around the pavilion expanded dramatically, and the violent power that was drawn from the surrounding area spun even faster.

The sound of the wind reached Xie Fan's ears, which had already made Xie Fan's eardrums shake a little.

Time passed, and blood was already gushing out of Bai Jingting's mouth and nose who was standing at the front, and at this time, the whirlpool had expanded to a radius of thousands of feet.

After another quarter of an hour, blood gushed out of the fourth child's mouth and nose.

After another quarter of an hour, blood spurted out from the mouth and nose of Bai Yingcang, who had cultivated to the lowest.

Another quarter of an hour, and the blood from the nose of the last third child also gushed out.

At this time, in Xie Fan's gaze, the whirlpool had already covered the distance of more than 10,000 zhang around.

The whirlpool continued to grow, and the extracted furious power condensed around the pavilion, already a little viscous, as if it was about to form a kind of mist.

But the four people in the pavilion seemed to have reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, and they all stood there and shakily.

After another quarter of an hour, the whirlpool around the pavilion stretched farther, long beyond the scope of Xie Fan's gaze.

At the very center of the vortex at the top of the pavilion, a drop of violent force was condensed into droplets, which fell onto the stone-polished tiles above.

At this time, the old man standing at the end could not support it after all, let out a miserable cry of 'ah', and fell to the stone floor in the pavilion.