Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 662: Hold on! Hold on
When they were about ten miles away from the intersection, Han Yu no longer urged them.

Instead, he hid in the mud by himself.

The old Taoist searched with a complicated expression and found that he had lost Han Yu's trace again.

This weird boy really has a lot of abilities.

The old Taoist sighed silently, and the next step was his turn to tease Meng Yun.

If we walk a few more miles ahead, we will probably meet monks from the Yama Palace.

Although the Taoist priest was originally responsible for luring Meng Yun, the bigger the noise, the better.

But it’s not too early to expose it now.

If Han Yu failed to sneak in successfully, he would be exposed as well, and then both sides would suffer disasters and it would be really helpless.

Their best plan was to have Han Yu sneak in first, and the old Taoist would be responsible for leading him out. By then, Han Yu would destroy the center of the formation, and Meng Yun would most likely go back.

Then the old Taoist could get away, and Han Yu could naturally use the same trick to sneak away.

Or if Meng Yun still chases the Taoist priest to death when Han Yu destroys the center of the formation, then Han Yu will have to come to support him.

But this possibility should be small.

But the old Taoist thought it was very high.

Meng Yun didn't chase him because he couldn't find him.

If Meng Yun really saw him, he would definitely try his best to kill him.

When the Taoist priest mentioned it halfway, Han Yu didn't believe it.

The old Taoist hesitated and seemed unwilling to speak, but he was certain that the other party would definitely want to kill him if they saw him.

Of course, I also reminded him repeatedly that if this was really the case, he must come and help him.

The last time the two of them teamed up they were able to escape, so this time, with some preparation, escaping should not be a problem.

Han Yu was extremely cautious the entire time and did not dare to burrow too fast, for fear of making too much noise.

Although it has long been proven that the mist in the bottle can even confuse Shinto monks.

But who knows if it really works all the time.

The old Taoist's strength was obviously a fake, so Han Yu felt that it was somewhat unreliable to use him as a standard.

"He may not be a fake, but his abilities are not perfect."

The spirit of the weapon had a very different opinion of the old Taoist priest.

"If one day he has the ability to hurt people with just his teeth, you will know how terrible it is."

In fact, this is still the lightest. If you think about it in an outrageous way, this kind of ability seems to have no limit, and its power after it is fully developed is probably unimaginable.

Han Yu had thought about it, but this kind of ability might be difficult to cultivate, right?
The Taoist master failed several times just to cultivate the ability to fall. If he wanted to cultivate the ability mentioned by the weapon spirit, God knows what kind of weird gambling game he would have to come up with to cultivate it.

"You can laugh at him, but it's best not to underestimate him."

The spirit of the weapon still couldn't help but warn. It always felt that anyone who was willing to risk his life to cultivate such a skill could never be a mediocre person.

"Hold your breath, be alert!"

Suddenly, the spirit of the weapon looked solemn.

It sensed that monks had appeared one after another above its head, and it seemed that they were getting closer to their destination.

But what to do next becomes a problem.

It was pitch black underground and one couldn't see what was happening on the ground, so it was very difficult to find the center of the formation.

"Why don't you try going to where there are more people."

Han Yu thought for a moment and then spoke to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Since it is such an important place, it would definitely be a good idea to go where there are more people.

This depends on the sensing ability of the spirit of the weapon. Otherwise, relying on it alone would be like being blind.

As they got closer, the weapon spirit's calls for Han Yu to be careful became more and more frequent.

After going deeper from the outermost initial-stage cultivators, it was obvious that the spiritual power that could be sensed was becoming stronger and stronger.

Not only did the strength of spiritual power change, but the density of cultivators was also becoming increasingly concentrated in one place.

There were monks on both sides of the chasm looking around, forming a vague encirclement, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet. Especially in this area, the air seemed to be stagnant, not to mention the monks being able to enter and exit, even the wind could not come in.

Han Yu continued to advance in such tight defense, suppressing the speed of Tu Xing with extreme caution.

Fortunately, the perception of this group of wandering monks was not as terrible as that of the old Taoist priests, so they had a safe journey.

Han Yu felt relaxed and quietly let down his guard.

It was at this moment that his damn bad luck came again.

He was walking, but suddenly he stuck his head out...

It was so abrupt that Han Yu didn't realize until he came to his senses that he had leaned forward and his head had stuck out.

In just a moment, his scalp was tingling and he stared stupidly at the empty space in front of him.

This was a cliff, no, it was a big canyon. Above his head was a sea of ​​people, among whom there were several teams shuttling back and forth in the air.

A hundred feet below, it was an invisible gray area, but there was a red light flashing from time to time.

This is not the point. The point is that the moment his head appeared, countless monks above his head poked their heads over at the same time...

The old Taoist had been waiting for a long time. He deliberately suppressed his own breath and quietly approached within a few miles, but he didn't want to get any closer.

If he was just a wandering monk, he would certainly be able to get closer again.

But if there was still Meng Yun inside, he would not dare to act rashly.

It was just very abrupt that the aura of the monks two miles ahead suddenly became agitated, which inexplicably gave him a bad premonition.

It won't be discovered, right?
The truth was discovered, but not completely.

When Han Yu stuck his head out, the group of walking monks only noticed that there was suddenly something strange about the location of the cliff.

This weirdness is invisible, but it always makes people feel bothered.

As a result, nearly a hundred cultivators separated from the huge crowd and flew towards Han Yu.

"Dead brain, don't move."

Han Yu was sweating profusely as he tried to suppress the urge to retract his head. God knew if he would cause new trouble under hundreds of eyes, retracting his head would lead to some serious trouble.

On the other side, the spirit of the weapon was also startled.

It was so focused on what was happening above its head that it didn't pay attention to what was happening underground for Han Yu.

God knows how they managed to reach the cliff while wearing their clothes. If Han Yu had been faster, his whole body would have been exposed.

How to do?
Han Yu was sweating profusely as he watched the numerous cultivators swarming towards him. He wanted to move but didn't dare to. However, he was afraid that his head would be exposed if he didn't move.

How unlucky must one be to have a head popping out from the cliff?

So desperate!

"Just bear with it. They may not really come to investigate."

As soon as the weapon spirit finished its comforting words, nearly a hundred cultivators attacked together, and their aura spread out and covered the cliff.

"Just bear with it. It's just a little exploration. They may not be so thorough."

After a moment of surprise, the spirit of the weapon quickly added.

Unexpectedly, after it finished speaking, in addition to exploring the aura, these monks used their spiritual power as knives and began to sweep across the cliff.

Blanch!
The spirit of the weapon was speechless for a moment. What was the point of enduring this?

Just as Han Yu was preparing to take action, there was also movement at the bottom of the valley.

It's like when the roof is leaking and it rains.

Meng Yun noticed the movement above his head very early, but he didn't find it strange at first. It was not until the cultivators above even used their spiritual power that he could not help but come up and ask.

This time Han Yu was really horrified.

A powerful man in the Divine Dao realm, a group of cultivators like Lei Wang, and a large number of cultivators in the Initial Realm.

This is more than just stirring up a hornet's nest!

This is like falling into a wolf's den!

The moment Meng Yun came up, a pair of cold eyes shot towards the cliff like lightning...

(End of this chapter)