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If she was just an ordinary magic pattern master, Feng Qinglang would not believe that Shen Qianyue could keep herself safe from such a distance, because he had also been to the sky realm.

Shen Qianyue's face finally sank slightly, but soon he laughed dumbly and said: "The mercenary's salary is doubled!"

The face of the old man beside Shen Qianyue was even uglier. Temporarily increasing the salary, or doubling it, this is not a good precedent...

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglang didn't care about his mood at all, and replied decisively: "Three times!" As if he had expected that Shen Qianyue would make such an offer in the end.

Shen Qianyue didn't hesitate, and said with a smile, "Deal!"

"Okay!" With so many witnesses, Feng Qinglang was not worried about the other party's repudiation, and smiled at Beatrice, expressing that there was no need to worry, and then more and more people came out, walking towards the group of doomed people.

At this time, another middle-aged woman beside Shen Qianyue whispered something in his ear, probably telling Shen Qianyue that the situation of Qingqing's basic remuneration, even Shen Qianyue couldn't help showing a bit of heartache. Only then did I realize that the bastard Qinglang's original salary was already so high, and it was still Feilian...

Feng Qinglang strode into the camp of the doom tribe, and passed by the murderous black masked man. The gray masked man behind him stepped aside, and everyone in doom followed suit, immediately making way for him. Let him walk by very imposingly.

The old man beside Shen Qianyue couldn't help but slander: I can't see why he is afraid of death now.

Feng Qinglang knew very well that when he walked over, he would not be in the slightest risk, so he was very calm and calm.

Arriving under the ancient coffin, the old eighth had obviously seen quite a few of Qing Qing's magic patterns, and had a good impression of Feng Qinglang, so he greeted, "Qing Lang, please come up."

The ancient coffin was a bit high, which exceeded Feng Qinglang's requirement that he should not lose the power of his spiritual sea, so he said with a smile to a burly man guarding under the ancient coffin, "Please stand over here, I want to lend you a shoulder."

Most of the magic pattern masters are not strong in martial arts, so the big man could only recognize it by pinching his nose, and walked a few steps according to the words, Feng Qing said "thank you", then jumped up, stepped on the big man's shoulder, and then patted the big man lightly. The coffin lid stood firmly on top of the coffin.

There are hundreds of magic patterns on the coffin lid, intertwined to form a petal-like shape, but there is a small piece in the center of the petals, which is the space for the magic patterns to answer the questions.

The old man called Lao Ba whispered: "This should be a magic pattern lock with a loop structure, but I can't tell which magic pattern the first ring is for the time being."

Feng Qinglang nodded, but she didn't squat down like the old man to caress those bumpy magic patterns, but memorized them silently, and then said hello to the big guy below: "Hey, buddy, please go over there."

The big man had no choice but to stand at the required position, which was between the two coffins.

Feng Qinglang jumped down, stepped on the big man's shoulder, and came to another coffin, and Lao Ba hurriedly followed. The magic pattern here formed another petal, but the shape was different.

Feng Qinglang didn't care about everyone's attention, she looked at all the coffin lids before saying to the old man: "This is the petals of a white magnolia, exactly nine petals! This is not a single loop structure, but a chain loop structure." structure. If we solve the riddle independently of each petal, we will never find the answer."

The old eighth said: "Should we put them in order?"

Feng Qinglang praised: "That's right, that's right! Let's assume that this is a white magnolia, and it is slowly blooming at this time, so the order of filling in the magic pattern must be the same as the order in which it blooms!"

Old Ba seemed very happy to receive Feng Qinglang's praise, nodding his head frequently.

Feng Qinglang continued: "The first opened petal is the second coffin lid raised over there, and its magic pattern should be..."

He described the sequence of answers and the magic pattern of the answer to the old eight in detail. The old eight was straightforward and couldn't help sighing: "That's it! Your Excellency Qinglang, you really deserve your reputation! Let me think about it myself, and I don't know how long it will take to come up with it." The correct answer. Well, let's untie these magic lines immediately..."

When he said this, he saw Feng Qinglang looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, and he realized that the two sides were from different camps, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Feng Qinglang said: "Well, Your Excellency Lao Ba, I am very glad to have studied a magic pattern project with you. If you don't mind, can you wait for me to go back before filling in the magic pattern answer."

Seeing that Lao Ba nodded without hesitation, Feng Qinglang jumped out of the coffin. This time, he no longer passed through the crowd, but bypassed the people of the Doom Tribe, returned to the camp of the Holy Spirit, and automatically followed the camp of the Holy Spirit. flank, back to the back row of the team.

At this time, he was no longer the focus, and people's eyes were all fixed on the old man. He came to the second coffin lid on the right and drew quickly. It seemed that he had filled in the correct answer. The whole coffin and the The pillars of the base all turned emerald green, like warm jade.

The coffin lid did not open, so Lao Ba came to another coffin lid and quickly filled in the picture again...

Those coffins seemed to be lit up, turning emerald green one after another.

Finally, Lao Ba came to the coffin lid in the center, looked up, and found that the whole world seemed to hold his breath for a while, he took a deep breath, bent down and stretched his fingers, and it was done with one swipe!

The last coffin was lit, and then the entire magnificent hall was also lit!

The petals on the nine coffin lids seemed to come alive, floating slowly from the coffin lids, scaring Lao Ba to jump off the top in a hurry, the petals floated higher and higher, and the whole hall also rose to the height of their flying , was rendered emerald green by an inexplicable force.

When they rise to the top, the whole world is green, and one feels as if one is in a large piece of fine jasper.

The petals were reorganized on the dome of the hall, just matching the bud pattern on the original dome to form a lifelike magnolia, which bloomed three-dimensionally on everyone's heads, even the man in the black mask couldn't help but look up and feel This magical scene.

There was no wind in the hall, but the "Magnolia" fluttered gently, as if there was a breeze, and then, the nine coffin lids slid open neatly, and the heartbeats of all the people in the audience stopped, and the black masked man's gaze became even tighter. It was the first time he returned to Shen Qianyue, but found that Shen Qianyue's calm face was full of surprises, as if he had discovered something strange. Although the man in the black mask didn't dare to let his guard down, he couldn't help turning his head and looking towards Look in the direction of the coffin.

Under the opened coffin lid, mist of seven colors gushes out like a rainbow, and quickly blends with each other. It is obviously strange, but it exudes peace and righteousness.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help admiring in a low voice: "Magic pattern plus illusion plus magic, what a great investment. The owner of this place must have been rich in his lifetime!"

Beatrice laughed for it, and the focus of the people around her seemed to jump a little.

The mist gradually turned into a real person. This is an unusually majestic man. He doesn't look old, but exudes vicissitudes of life. It is difficult to identify his real age. Everyone's eyes have been exchanged, the astonishing coercion was not intentional, but the aura of the once supreme existence actually overwhelmed most of the people in the hall and couldn't help but kneel down and prostrate on the ground.

This is just a phantom woven by magic patterns. Feng Qinglang's mind only moved slightly, and he didn't need to use the power of his spiritual sea to resist. Naturally, it had no effect, but Beatrice beside him was also able to stand upright, which surprised him somewhat, and he couldn't help but He chuckled softly: "It turns out that your spiritual cultivation is not bad either!"

Beatrice said with a smile: "That's natural. If you don't have enough spiritual power, you can't look at many legendary materials directly..." She was secretly amazed, her entire spiritual sea was working, and she was able to keep standing , not letting herself kneel down, but Feng Qinglang was as calm as if the coercion in front of her didn't exist at all.

At this time, in the smoke, a short old man suddenly appeared next to the phantom of the heroic man. He seemed to come from the void, and just entered the smoke, the old man complained: "Lord Ye Ditian, The magic pattern recording has already started, don't put on a pose, talk quickly. Now the cost is calculated in seconds!"

Everyone was horrified and excited at the same time. What was horrifying was that it turned out to be only an image recorded by the magic pattern, but the coercion made so many people kneel down and worship... What is exciting is Ye Ditian!This is indeed Ye Ditian's handwriting!