Daily life of slaying demons in the government

"Smashed this place? Master Yang, what do you mean by that?"

"Since there is no trace on the surface, let's go deeper and explore the inside, just like we are now ready to open the box and see what is inside."

Zeng Sanming advised: "Master Yang, what if it is empty? Wouldn't that be a big loss? It would be a pity to destroy such a good place to hide and take refuge."

Yang Qian said with a smile: "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. If there is really something, how about giving you an extra share?"

"Master Yang, you have the final say." Zeng Sanming was unwilling to do so. If he refused Yang Qian's words, he would be ungrateful. He was not as strong as the other party, so he could only swallow his anger.

Yang Qian nodded with satisfaction and began to let Zeng Sanming cooperate with him in setting up the formation.

"My idea is to peel off this place layer by layer, so as to minimize the damage to the possible opportunities inside."

"Follow Master Yang's arrangements." Zeng Sanming sighed in his heart, feeling regretful, and followed Yang Qian's instructions to set up a magic circle around his hiding place.

It took about five days to complete the formation. Then Yang Qian began to manipulate the formation to cut the hiding place. Just like peeling an apple, peeling it off layer by layer.

At first, everything was fine. Everything was the same as in the ordinary world. The basic structures such as rules and aura were destroyed, and the hiding place began to twist and collapse. But soon, abnormalities appeared.

The parts that had collapsed were stabilized again under the control of a magical force. Moreover, the process was extremely fast, and it was completed in less than a blink of an eye. However, with the divine perception of Yang Qian and Zeng Sanming at the time, they could also clearly capture the source of this mysterious power.

"It's the stabilizing force coming out of the core of this fragment! Master Yang, there seems to be something inside!"

Zeng Sanming was stunned outside the formation and thought to himself: Could it be that he was right?

Zeng Sanming no longer felt any dissatisfaction. He knew very well that if Yang Qian's guess was right, it would be a great opportunity. Even if he could only get a small share, it would definitely be worth the benefits he could gain from his hard practice for dozens or even hundreds of years.

Yang Qian, on the contrary, was not very excited, and his facial expression became more serious than before.

"Don't be distracted. Help stabilize the magic circle. There's something wrong with this fragment. It becomes more solid the deeper you go. I don't know if the magic circle can completely peel off its outer shell."

Hearing Yang Qian's reminder, Zeng Sanming quickly gathered his mind and helped Yang Qian observe the possible flaws in the formation. If necessary, he would need to inject his magic power into the formation to help it strengthen.

A few days had passed in a flash. Zeng Sanming had already started to infuse the magic circle with mana today. The hiding place that was originally like a small world now only had a small space the size of an ordinary city, and the rest had been stripped away by Yang Qian.

But it was this last bit of the earth's shell that refused to let Yang Qian tear it down.

"Master Yang, the formation seems to be unable to be cut, what should I do?"

"You take over this magic circle. Don't worry, just keep it steady. You don't have to do anything else." Yang Qian made a decision immediately after a little consideration, and while speaking, he handed over the control of the formation to Zeng Sanming.

"Master Yang, what are you going to do?"

"You can see it."

After Yang Qian finished speaking, he jumped into the magic circle, then drew out his recast Fate-Defying Sword, paused for a moment, and then slashed it up.

What the magic circle couldn't cut, Yang Qian's sword intent could. As long as he found the cutting pattern, he could cut it no matter how big the object was. Zeng Sanming couldn't help but be amazed. Yang Qian in the magic circle below was like an ant, swinging a big sword to cut a big watermelon. It was a little outrageous.

But the result was that the "big watermelon" actually had huge cracks under Yang Qian's chopping, and then it shattered completely with a click.

At the same time, a ray of light burst out from the broken body, making Zeng Sanming feel as if something heavy was pressing down on him. Even the magic circle he had built collapsed in an instant after the light overflowed, as if it could not withstand the force and collapsed directly.

Only Yang Qian had a stern expression, with a long sword in his hand protecting his chest, and he withstood the heavy pressure of the glow, his eyes fixed on the back of the glow, there seemed to be something there!
In a blink of an eye, it was a meal's time, the rays of light began to converge, Yang Qian also withstood the pressure, and began to walk in. Finally, he saw what the source of the rays of light was.

"Master Yang! What is that? It looks like a seal?"

Zeng Sanming also ran over. After the glow faded, he was able to hold on a little longer. Curiosity made him look eagerly at an object slightly larger than a palm that was vaguely visible in the innermost part. It looked like the outline of a seal.

"I don't know. You should know when you bring it over. Do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no, Master Yang, you were the first to discover this thing, and I dare not interfere." Zeng Sanming quickly refused. He was not stupid. If the seal was so easy to grasp, it would not have emitted the glow just now.

Yang Qian smiled, walked forward, and took a closer look.

It really looks like a seal as Zeng Sanming said. It is black in color, with some red jade inlays on it. The overall shape is a rushing river in the sky with red flowers lingering on the river surface. The bottom is a square base.

Because it was suspended in the air, Yang Qian could see the words underneath the base of the seal.

Commanded by heaven and earth, in charge of the northern region.

Yang Qian immediately thought of the origin of this seal.

"Could it be the seal of the Northern Heavenly King?" Yang Qian expressed his thoughts. Zeng Sanming beside him also nodded repeatedly.

After all, the words "in charge of the Northern Territory" were like a clear sign. Moreover, the Rift Valley was originally the core location of the Northern Sky Realm, and the Northern Sky King must have been stationed there. It was reasonable that the seal of control of the Northern Sky Realm was lost during the war.

But it’s not easy to get this seal.

As soon as Yang Qian stretched out his hand, he felt a surge of power coming from all directions and squeezing his arm. It was like a mountain pressing down on his hand.

crackling
As Yang Qian's hand got closer and closer to the seal, the squeezing force became stronger. Yang Qian's body-protecting energy withstood the pressure until his fingertips were only an inch away from the seal, and were finally squeezed to pieces.

If it were Zeng Sanming, this would be enough to cripple his hand.

Yang Qian's body was just like being pressed down by a heavy object. Although it became sluggish in an instant, he still stretched forward and finally touched the seal.

Then Yang Qian felt a tightness in his chest. The terrifying pressure actually rushed into his body through his fingertips?!

Tsk, is it stronger? Let's give it a try. Yang Qian thought to himself. Then he started to prepare to refine the seal in front of him. (End of this chapter)