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"Isn't this your physical body?" Jiang'an took a breath, he was shocked too much by the obscene old man with hunchback in front of him.

"Hmph, the old man didn't dare to say that he was rich and handsome, at least he was handsome, how could he be so rough and wretched?" Wu Tiangang snorted coldly, turned his back suddenly, lifted his black coat, revealing his naked face Come back.

Under the dim light, the young man took a closer look, and Wu Tiangang's dark back was actually engraved with more than a dozen large and small patterns!

"What does this mean? How can a body of flesh and blood support the power of so many magic circles?" The young man was slightly startled, and suddenly realized, "This is the remains of a monk from the Demon Sect! Regardless of its appearance, this body There is no trace of fat in it, and the skin, tendons, blood, and bones have all been tempered!"

"Not bad! Good eyesight!" Wu Tiangang put on his coat, looked up to the sky and said with a dumb smile, "Hohohoho, this is a body with a great demon body. It can be the best for Taoist monks who are about to cross the catastrophe. But at the same time, it completely cuts off the connection between the old man and the vitality of heaven and earth, leaving the old man with the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm, but he can't use any Taoism, isn't it ironic?"

"I understand, so those patterns on your back are the seals that imprison your Nascent Soul and prevent you from getting out of this demon body!" As a craftsman, he admired Patriarch Nether's unusual crafting ideas. What a wild imagination!Refining people into weapons!

It has to be said that both Wu Tiangang and Patriarch Youming have reached the peak of their attainments in refining weapons, and they have long since stopped sticking to such superficial things as advanced refining materials and lost ancient array patterns. In their eyes, everything can be a refining material, and even simple and low-level formation patterns can be spliced ​​together to produce incomparable fairy-level effects!

More than 600 years have passed, and this pair of old rivals who are entangled with grievances are still tirelessly competing in their own ways, performing a wonderful game of one foot high and one foot high!

"Hey, draw inferences from one instance, draw inferences, you are much smarter than you look!" Wu Tiangang smiled, his eyes shot out fiery hatred, "But you still underestimated the scheming of that old devil Shen Tushan!"

After Wu Tiangang finished speaking, he put his right foot on the ground, and his left foot swept away the gravel and dust on the ground, revealing formations smeared with blood.

"How about it, how many can you recognize?" Wu Tiangang asked Jiang'an with a testing look.

"I just know a dust-free dark thunder formation." Jiang An felt that he was emotional before and had missed a lot, so this time he hid his clumsiness and didn't tell the truth.

"To know such a remote formation, your knowledge accumulation can be regarded as profound. Have you ever heard of drawing the ground as a prison?"

The ground is a prison. According to legend, the formation masters in ancient times were skilled and free-spirited. As long as they draw a circle on the ground and fill in a few formations, the people in the circle will be trapped as if they are in a prison.

"Could it be that what's on the ground is the Heaven-reaching method of the ancient formation mage?" Jiang An asked in disbelief, frowning slightly.

According to the common sense of refining weapons he inherited from Ni Tianxing, it is not difficult at all to carve a formation on the ground to imprison people, but people are not dead things after all. Just erase or destroy the pattern, so what's the big binding force?

"You must be thinking, why don't I erase the patterns on the ground, right?"

"You may even be guessing whether the blood on the ground is highly poisonous, making me afraid of it, isn't it?" Wu Tiangang showed a mocking look, looking at the black and thin boy with burning eyes

Jiang'an was stunned for a moment, and after contemplating for a while, he couldn't figure out where the key point was.

Then he carefully recalled every sentence of the conversation with Wu Tiangang just now, looking for some clues that he might have missed.

"Phase-locked loop! I understand, he has interlocked the patterns on your body and the ground, as long as one of them is destroyed, the other will activate the means of confinement!"

"Amazing! Painting the ground as a prison, what an amazing idea!" Jiang An recalled the rough appearance of the patriarch You Ming, who looked like a burly man with his feet scratching his feet.

(I'm so sleepy, I'll finish it tomorrow)

Recommend a new work by the author of the second group of great gods, sweeping the wasteland: Lonely Fly:

A black broken sword made Zhou Heng, a child of the martial arts family, unable to practice, and became a waste recognized by the family.After ten years of perseverance, Zhou Heng finally managed to keep the clouds open to see the moon, passed the test of this divine object, obtained the peerless swordsmanship, and rose strongly.

Climbing the road to heaven, walking on songs, with a sword in hand, the world is the only one!

Hey, look at the beginning of others, it is much more powerful than mine... I am a little young, everyone should believe in the character of the great god, and accept one~