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Yuan Futu looked at him cautiously. After all, he was a generation of demon kings. If the opponent made a move, he would have no power to fight back. He said in a deep voice, "Now can you take me to find the 'Ta Ling'?"

Qiye took a deep breath and said, "Of course, this is just the first restriction. I also want to leave this disgusting ghost place..." After saying that, he jumped up and flew towards the southwest at a high speed. Imprisoned for 10 years, he obviously enjoys the feeling of flying freely at this moment, and shouts of excitement from time to time.

Yuan Futu followed behind him, was silent for a moment, and asked: "Since you have the cultivation base of the peak return to the gods, can't you just break open this world?"

Qiye said: "The world in the Chaos Spirit Treasure is the real world, not the illusory world formed by the formation, and I don't have the strength to break through the void, so I can't use my own strength to leave here. Over the years, my strength has been worn down, but you don't have to worry, if you try your best, you should be able to get you out of here."

Seeing Yuan Futu's pensive look, he asked, "It seems that you also have a Chaos Lingbao in your body."

Yuan Futu's heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice, "You can't even imagine getting it."

Qiye sneered and said: "This spirit treasure has been fused with your flesh and blood. Even if I am greedy, I can't take it away. It's just that your spirit treasure has not yet fully grown and cannot recognize the real body, but I think as long as you If the realm is higher, it will definitely show incredible power."

Yuan Futu frowned deeply, perhaps as long as he reached the Tianmang Realm and condensed the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, the true body of this Lingbao would be revealed.

He flew with Qiye for a long time, and it seemed that, as he said, this world had no end at all, and there was no day. The endless night shrouded the sandy land, reflecting a faint silver luster.

Qiye stared at the world that had imprisoned him for 10 years, and said: "There are no creatures and no sounds here. This kind of almost suffocating silence really makes people feel suffocated, and it is full of loneliness everywhere. It's a really bad feeling."

"How did you survive 10 years?"

Qiye smiled and said: "I can bear it, but when I can't bear it, I shout loudly and talk to myself constantly to relieve this feeling of loneliness, but the number of times can't be too much, otherwise it will be numb, so the past 10 years , I've only spoken to myself seventeen times."

Yuan Futu sighed, "Would it be better if I died?"

"Indeed, but I have an immortal body, so I can't die. I thought I would be imprisoned here endlessly." When Qiye thought of this, his fists clenched tightly, as if the heart Anger is burning.

I don't know how long it took to fly, how many times it turned on the moon-white sand, and finally, not far away, a lonely tower shadow slowly emerged.

"The demon lock tower?"

This tower is exactly the same as the Demon Locking Tower from the outside, full of mystery, especially when Yuan Futu knew that it was a chaotic treasure, he felt that there were endless mysteries hidden inside.

"This is the 'Tower Spirit', the soul of the Chaos Lingbao, and the door of the escape route is here. As long as you can open this tower, you can leave."

Yuan Futu came to Ta Ling and stared at the closed stone gate.

The stone gate is still glowing with brass, but what is branded on it is no longer the Forbidden Demon Formation, but a more complicated and obscure formation, forming a round ink blob on the facade.

"How did you find out where the 'Ta Ling' is?" Yuan Futu asked.

"I have 10 years of time. It is not difficult to find its location using the method of divine consciousness. This is a way to relieve boredom. It is a pity that it took me 100 years to find it. It is very boring." Seven nights Looking at the ink ball, he said: "Then I thought about how to break this formation, but I still couldn't figure it out. There is only such a dark thing on the door, but there is no formation. It’s not a formation, since it’s not a formation, how should we break it?”

Yuan Futu frowned deeply, and said: "This is a formation, but there are thousands of formation patterns, and the gaps are covered by superimposition, so it will make people think that the formation patterns cannot be seen, but in fact, this ink formation The group is the formation pattern, and Jiang Bufan is indeed the No. 1 in formation cultivation."

Hearing Yuan Futu's explanation, Qiye suddenly realized, and said: "So that's the case, damn it, why didn't I think of it before, maybe I can use 2 years to analyze this formation, maybe I have already gone out now."

Feeling deeply moved, Yuan Futu activated Shura Eye again to find out the process of constructing this formation, but this time it took a long time, and the number of formation patterns was really too much, even if he wanted to deduce it in reverse, he had to proceed step by step and solve it step by step. Open the seal, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted if there is an error in the analysis of a formation pattern.

Qiye is very patient, he can wait for 10 years, so he sat in the sand and looked at this pagoda spirit boredly.

Yuan Futu's technique is very fast, even if it took a hundred years to arrange a large formation, he is confident that he can break it in a short period of time according to the method of construction, only to see that the ink blob on the stone gate is getting shallower and shallower. After more than three hours, traces of array patterns can already be vaguely seen.

Sweat drenched Yuan Futu's whole body, he had never felt so tired, but fortunately, the medicinal power of the holy water of the earth fairy was endless, so he had enough true energy to maintain the eyes of Shura.

Click!Click!Click!

There were several sounds, as if the fastened mechanisms were being unfastened one after another. This crisp metal sound made people feel heart-wrenching.

At this moment, the ink blob on the stone gate has completely disappeared.

Qiye stepped forward and said: "Your method of breaking the formation has taught me a lot, so leave it to me."

Yuan Futu panted heavily, nodded slightly, and took two steps back.

Qiye stared at this thick and huge brass-colored stone gate, he slowly raised his right fist, a blazing orange-red demonic power appeared on the seemingly weak fist.

With a punch, the demon-destroying power burst open immediately, and the stone gate did not shatter every inch, but gradually blurred, revealing the outside world vaguely.

A damp cold wind blows in, and outside is a gloomy sky with sparse rain.

The pagoda spirit was broken, and the blurred demon lock tower suddenly turned into a chaotic luster soaring into the sky.

"Want to run? Dream!"

Qiye snorted coldly, then stretched out his palm to grab the streamer.