My filial piety has gone bad

You may as well be a ghost!

Xiao Ran only said:

"It's already here, it's useless to panic, you won't die if you find Beiwen, hold on to my clothes, don't let go under any circumstances."

The two walked in tandem like this.

Every time you pass an intersection, there are six forked roads, up, down, front, back, left, and right, nested in layers and interlocking, as if you are in a boundless ocean.

Xiao Ran looked carefully, the maze distorted the space, like a self-enclosed topological space like a Möbius ring, making it easy for people to lose their sense of space.

Liu Mingyang has long been ignorant of east, west, north and south.

"Are you sure you're on the right track?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"Not sure, I'm also figuring out."

It is impossible for Xiao Ran to get lost, but it will take some time to reach the center of the maze with the method of resonance and the bone of blood jade anchoring the master.

I don't know how far I have gone, and I don't know how long it has been.

The two found a person leaning against the corner of the wall.

This is a fat young mortal man, wearing a gray practice robe, but with white skin, he seems to be from a wealthy family.

The body looks fine, but the person is leaning against the corner of the wall motionless, like a dead body.

Those eyes were frozen and straight... as if they had been dead for 1000 years.

Xiao Ran squatted down, checked carefully, and confirmed:

"This person should have only entered the maze in the last few days. His body is still fresh, but unfortunately his heart is dead."

Liu Mingyang suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"You mean..."

"That's right, not only space is distorted here, but even time is also distorted."

Xiao Ran then took out a heart-stimulating medicine refined by his uncle, and tried to wake him up.

This medicine is half poison and half god, let's see.

The young man twitched for a while, held back his breath, and spat out black blood.

However, his eyes were revived, covered with living bloodshot eyes, and his spirit looked extremely exhausted, but his hands were tightly grasping Xiao Ran's wrist.

"1000 years... am I still alive? Am I immortal? Are you immortal?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"I'm a disciple of Zongzhi Mountain. I came to save you. It's only been a few days."

Only then did the young man calm down a little, and after a long pause, he looked at his body, his flesh and blood were fresh, everything was normal, and then he let go of Xiao Ran's hand.

"Thank you Senior Immortal for saving me!"

Xiao Ran frowned and asked him:

"Who are you? With your strength, it is impossible to enter the maze."

The young man said:

"My name is Wang Fugui. I'm a disciple of the national teacher. I came in with the national teacher. As a result, I got lost not long after I came in."

The national teacher is here too?

Xiao Ran glanced subconsciously, this person's Chang Chun Kung Fu has already reached the first level.

But even if Changchun Kungfu has been practiced to the first level, he is still a rookie. Why did the national teacher bring such a cumbersome disciple in?

Xiao Ran suddenly thought of something.

"Where did you come in from? How many people came in total?"

Wang Fugui said:

"We have a total of [-] disciples, who came in from the deep well in the south of the city."

Xiao Ran asked:

"There are more than 100 of you, all of you have practiced Changchun Gong to the first floor?"

"How did you know?"

Wang Fugui was a little surprised.

After all, before Wuyan City was devoured, only ten people practiced the first level, and the rest only practiced the first level after inhaling the dark mist.

Xiao Ran understood.

The national teacher is positioned by the soul art of Changchun Gong!

One hundred and eight people are divided into various branches in the labyrinth. The national teacher can sense the rest of the people with Changchun Gong, so that they can avoid a lot of detours, which is not a solution.

Wang Fugui stared at Xiao Ran for a while, still a little puzzled.

"The national teacher lost more than 100 people. Senior Immortal came in alone. Is there a way to get out?"

"one person?"

Xiao Ran was taken aback for a moment, then turned around suddenly.

Good guy!

Liu Mingyang is no longer here...

Xiao Ran immediately dispersed his consciousness and searched around, but Mao couldn't find it.

This guy probably has traveled a hundred and eight thousand miles away. I don't know which space or dynasty.

There is no way, although Liu Mingyang is an elite of the Dao League, his aptitude is too poor for this labyrinth.

Xiao Ran turned around and was about to ask Wang Fugui about the situation of the national teacher.

Wang Fugui suddenly looked terrified, pointed behind Xiao Ran and shouted: