An hour later.

The Leichi Hall no longer shines.

Ye Feng still wanted to remember, but found that his conscious body was repelled by some invisible force, fell down the Hanging Mountain, and returned to his body in the Piaomiao Sect.

After a few breaths.

Hanging Mountain, Leichi Hall.

A figure shrouded in mist came here, looking down with doubtful eyes, but the inquiry was fruitless.

"strangeness!"

"I clearly noticed someone coming."

"Maybe, it's just an illusion!"

The man whispered, glanced at the source of the Heavenly Tribulation which was still sealed, and nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of the Holy Lord's method, even the Leichi Hall has been firmly sealed. As long as no one in China mainland can continue to break through to the Shenyuan realm, it won't take long for that place to be ruined."

"At that time, it will be the day when the Holy King returns!"

"Hahaha!"

This man looked up to the sky, laughed wildly, and left in the air.

Piaomiao Sect.

Ye Feng was immersed in the world of consciousness. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes with a tired look on his face.

"call!"

He took a deep breath and said, "It's been too long?"

"One hour." The Master said.

"Fortunately! I just made a good harvest, so I will take out the things that need to be deduced." Ye Feng looked at everyone, waved his hand, and carved all the Dao patterns and formation patterns he had memorized in the void with spiritual energy as ink.

middle.

next moment.

The mysterious and extraordinary aura spread slowly.

Everyone stared at this vast array that seemed to be engraved in the void, and felt a tingling feeling in their souls.

"Dao pattern!"

Quasi-sage Yu Luo, Yin Rurong and other rank-4 quasi-sages stared at the formation, their expressions changed drastically, they stood up, and almost lost control of the breath in their bodies, causing huge damage.
Chapter completed!