"Sign, the key? What does it mean?"

When Yan Feng took out a strange array plate and said something about the mark, many monks frowned.

Moreover, what does this have to do with their preparation of demon pills?

"Fellow Daoist Yan, why not explain it clearly." Yang Gong said.

"Haha, to put it simply, this array plate can condense some marks that can be temporarily imprinted in our hands." Yan Feng smiled.

"And these marks can ensure that no matter how we act, our breath will be unable to detect all the monsters in the yellow sand desert within a few days."

"What? Can monsters not sense it?"

"We can fly directly across the yellow sand desert?"

After Yan Feng said this, the faces of the cultivators in the hall changed.

Qin Cheng also glanced at the strange array plate.

The cultivators were trapped in this yellow sand desert and stayed in the sand city because the desert was extremely vast, and the more monsters there were, the more they were.

It was hundreds of miles away, even so many that dozens of people could not cope with it even if they joined forces.

With so many monsters, even if everyone finds a way out, they can't break through the overwhelming group of monsters.

And the mark condensed by this array plate can prevent monks from being discovered. Wouldn’t it be safe to explore?

When everyone was moved, Yan Feng looked very satisfied.

"So everyone, as long as we all leave this mark, we can reach the end of the treasure map without any obstacles."

"I still don't understand, what does this have to do with the demon pill?" Huang Mudao said.

"Because in order to condense this mark, you need a demon pill." Yan Feng shook his head and said.

"Opening this array plate once requires one hundred demon pills as materials, and finally ten marks can be condensed. This is why I said that there cannot be more than ten people brought by you."

"Because there are not so many marks, if you take a monk without this object on the road, it will affect us."

"I have collected more than 140 demon pills in total. Can I change more marks?" Lin Songyue frowned.

"I said that only a hundred demon pills can make the formation run once, and the extra part is useless." Yan Feng shook his head.

After hearing Yan Feng's words, many monks in Youzhou showed pale expressions.

Lin Songyue's face also became dark.

Yan Feng said it very clearly.

These hundred are not exchanged for one ticket, but ten opportunities to save lives.

Then the others in Youzhou were unable to follow him.

After all, if there is no mark on the periphery, it will indeed harm others and yourself.

"What should you two do? I think the two of you shouldn't have collected a hundred demon pills, either." Yang Gong said suddenly.

"We have tried this by handheld array plates."

Yan Feng smiled and seemed to be prepared for this issue.

As for my disciple, I have a treasure that can accommodate one person in the space, so I can only let him take Yan Cheng.

"But the number of people is different, so you can borrow some quotas from other monks, of course, if the other party is willing."

After saying this, Youzhou and others looked at the other forces, and many of them were red.

No one wants to be trapped in such a place, and everyone is eager to leave.

That quota is very important.

Whether it is borrowing or robbing, it is enough to have a mark.

"Our Chen family can give two places." said the ancestor of the Chen family.

"You can give one to the Three Yang Sects." Yang Gong shook his head and said.

The Sanyang Sect has average strength and he joined forces with the Huangmu Taoist, so he has to give several places to Huangmu Taoist.

After both sides made their statements, the cultivators looked at Qincheng together.


Chapter completed!