Lu Yu had already completely released the breath of Daoist Youming, which instantly affected all the ghost soldiers around him.
These ghost soldiers are different from those evil spirits who are affected by bloodthirsty brutality.
In their bones, there is still a trace of reverence for the Nether Taoist Lord. This kind of awe is indelible through time.
In front, a giant gate appeared.
This gate is much wider than the gate of the Prison Hall just now. In front of the gate, there are two strange stone sculptures, which are five or six feet high, with jaw-dropping fangs and a terrifying appearance.
Above this gate, there is a lock like a disc.
There are ghost characters engraved on the disc, and several pointers are on the disc.
Around the lock plate, there are several sharp sickles. People with a discerning eye can already see that this is a mechanism.
Anyone who fails to open the lock will probably be chopped into pieces by those sickles.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yu was about to walk over.
Fatty Zhang quickly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Brother, you are crazy!"
Pang Yun sneered and said, "Huh! Now that we're here, let me see what you can do!"
Others also stopped one after another. Now that General Tie is guarding them, there is nothing they can do.
"Master, are we on the right track?" Zhen Yuqin asked in a low voice.
Master Zheng stroked his beard and sighed: "Just now, I also asked a few fellow Taoists that there is an extremely profound formation here. With our ability, we can only comprehend some of it. But we can be sure, That's the way out of here."
Several other masters also nodded one after another, and one of them even said: "The rest of the places are all dead, only here is a glimmer of life. Although we seem to have been going deep, but this life is precisely in the this direction."
Zhen Yuqin glanced at Lu Yu, and said worriedly: "Master Zheng, why don't you go and help Lu Yu. This place is weird, and your skill in formation is unpredictable. With your help, it will definitely be safer."
Master Zheng stroked his beard, and the old god said: "Forget it, with Lu Xiaoyou's morality, he is still a little younger after all. Let us old guys see what is so profound about this lock."
Several formation masters also nodded, and came to the gate one after another.
They didn't dare to approach, but just watched from a distance.
"Brother, now is not the time to be brave." Fatty Zhang grabbed Lu Yu.
Master Zheng glanced at Lu Yu and shook his head disdainfully: "This is a very advanced formation, young man, the token on your body may be able to control those ghost soldiers, but it is useless to these formations of."
After Master Zheng finished speaking, he ignored Lu Yu and sat cross-legged on the ground with several formation masters at the same time, seemingly comprehending the lock on the door.
Everyone waited quietly.
It's just that there are ghost soldiers all around, which makes people feel shuddering.
At this time, Pang Yun shouted coldly to Lu Yu: "Boy, let those ghost soldiers leave quickly. What are you thinking? With so many ghost soldiers by your side, do you want to catch us all and plot something wrong!"
The disciples of the Guiyuan Pavilion naturally followed their own pavilion masters, and at this moment they also said angrily: "That is, do you have a token to control those ghost soldiers on you, hand it over quickly, it is not something you, a monk in the Dragon Qi realm, can have." !"
The people around didn't stop him much.
Perhaps in their hearts, they also hope that Lu Yu will hand over the token.
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