He also figured it out, with this perhaps extremely misty, but it was indeed their only chance.

Qin Cheng shook his head helplessly. He didn't expect that when he came to this cemetery to find inheritance, he would encounter such a terrifying Demon Lord.

It is unknown whether Song Lingcong can defeat him. The Demon Lord can cut off Song Lingcong's treasure with just one finger, and it is not something he can deal with.

In other words, I am not worthy of being a Demon Lord's opponent at all.

"Mr. Qin, I understand. No matter what you do, I will follow you." Mr. Chen said in awe.

After putting away his shocked thoughts, Mr. Chen found that this seemed extremely difficult method seemed to be the only way out.

Qin Cheng nodded and said nothing.

My plan next needs some helpers, and it is most appropriate for Mr. Chen to trust him.

He stepped along the edge of the formation and kept walking, reaching out his hand to pass through the formation light curtain.

"What is Mr. Qin doing?"

The other monks stared at Qin Cheng with wide eyes, completely unaware of Qin Cheng's intentions.

When he reached a certain position, Qin Cheng suddenly stopped. He reached out and tapped the light curtain again and again. After a while, Qin Cheng nodded.

"If you want to go out, attack the light curtain here." Qin Cheng looked at everyone and said.

"But this formation is extremely strong and will rebound. Are we looking for death?" A monk frowned and said disdainfully.

"If you don't believe me, you can leave. But stay here, I promise you can go out."

Qin Cheng didn't want to explain, and time didn't allow her to do so.

A golden light burst out from his whole body, and the saint's fist surged out, punching the light curtain with one punch.

Liu Meng then sacrificed the Nine-Stand Linglong Tower, and also used various means.

“Go together.”

Mr. Chen spoke, and the Chen family rushed forward.

He didn't know why Qin Cheng did this, but out of trust in Qin Cheng, he did it directly.

Many monks were stunned. They thought that Qincheng could have some special means to deal with the formation light curtain.

But what can a group of people use fists or swords to bombard the formation like this?

No matter how strong the attack is, can it be stronger than the ninth-grade strongman who took action before?

Everyone bombarded for a long time, but the light curtain was still unscathed, but Qin Cheng did not change anything and still punched it with one punch.

"Young Master Qin, this formation is integrated. If one place is attacked, the formation will be transferred to other places to bear it. This is useless."

An old man with white hair claimed to be proficient in formations. Seeing Qin Cheng doing this, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"I'd better take a look." The monk shook his head, turned around and left.

Many monks looked hesitant.

This place of black fog is extremely dangerous. Qincheng makes sounds more likely to attract the residual soul, which is even more dangerous.

And it seems that Qin Cheng is definitely panicked and is testing randomly, which is a waste of time.

One, two, soon, the monks following Qin Cheng changed from nearly a hundred to only thirty or forty.

Apart from the Chen family, not many are left.

Rather than being like a fool, doing useless work here, they would rather choose other methods and even defect to Song Lingcong.

Although the number of people decreased, the remaining monks were extremely determined. They were confused, but they all tried their best to follow Qin Cheng's method.

Time passed quickly, and the remnant soul once again came to the area where Qin Cheng and others were.


Chapter completed!