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Ouyang Nian and the fat man looked at each other, and couldn't help but frowned at the old man's strange steps.

"You are not Chinese, are you?" the fat man suddenly asked.

The old man walking in front froze, then turned around mechanically. The kindness on his face disappeared, replaced by a fierce look: "How did you know?"

The fat man laughed: "Not only do I know that you are not Chinese, I also know that you are from Japan!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. Just as he was puzzled, the fat man pointed at him and continued, "Who else in the world would walk so strangely except the Japanese? They use their hips to lead their legs and their feet hardly leave the ground. What are the shoes you usually wear called? Clogs, right? Only people who are used to wearing clogs would walk in such a strange way..."

The fat man's words were not polite. Ouyang Nian looked at him in surprise: "You can see this?"

The fat man said proudly: "I have traveled all over the country for so many years. What kind of people have I not seen? The person who can deceive me has not been born yet!"

"Hehehe..." However, just as the fat man finished speaking, the old man in black robe suddenly laughed strangely. Then in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

The two looked around cautiously. Soon they noticed that the chanting had stopped. Realizing that something was wrong, the two looked towards the direction of the ceremony. They saw that everyone had stopped where they were and stared at them in a daze, still maintaining that extremely strange posture.

"Ouyang Nian, do you think it's too late for us to run away now?" asked the fat man.

Ouyang Nian shook his head gently: "I think it's too late. Look back..."

The fat man looked back dumbly. He saw that the doors of every household in the previously empty village had been opened. Countless heads popped out. They stared blankly in this direction with pale faces and empty eyes.

Then, these figures gathered here stiffly like zombies. At the same time, those who were originally performing the ceremony gradually surrounded them and formed a circle.

Ouyang Nian and Fatty's palms were sweating. They knew that they would never be able to escape this disaster...

They looked at the people who gradually gathered around them with caution. Only then did they finally see clearly that the clothes these people were wearing were not Chinese clothes.

"Are all these people Japanese?" The fat man's words awakened Ouyang Nian, who was in a trance. His eyes widened in astonishment. "They are wearing Japanese Bushido clothing!"

"How is this possible?" Ouyang Nian muttered to himself in disbelief. "Everything we experienced before was not the embodiment of the world and characters in the painting? How could there be portraits of Japanese people in the Mogao Grottoes in China?"

The fat man looked around and slowly drew out his short knife for self-defense. He said solemnly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the main world of the painting world carefully arranged by someone. All the worlds in the painting are closely connected to this world, and we accidentally broke in..."

Ouyang Nian frowned, his face full of doubts: "To build such a huge world in the painting, and to reshape all the rules and laws, what kind of amazing power is needed..." At this point, he was suddenly stunned, as if he thought of something, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that the power we have been pursuing?"

The fat man nodded heavily: "It's very likely. Can you still feel that power now?"

Ouyang Nian nodded and pointed to the three-meter-tall Buddha statue not far away: "That power seems to be emanating from that Buddha statue."

The fat man's face became more solemn when he heard this. In the gusts of cold wind, he watched more and more Japanese people gather around him, holding the short knife tightly in his hand: "Brother, it seems that we have to fight side by side again. This time, life and death are really determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God."

Ouyang Nian also nodded solemnly, and then slowly formed a hand seal with his hands: "Although I have only learned the basics of Wu Hou Qi Men, it should be useful here."

"Then let's fight!" said the fat man gritting his teeth.

"Go!" the fat man roared and rushed forward waving a dagger.

Ouyang Nian closed his eyes tightly, and a faint formation gradually appeared under his feet. Wuhou Qimen was unfathomable. Even if he only learned a little bit, it was enough to make him a leader among sorcerers in the Dharma Ending Age. Although this formation was not as mysterious as Chen Tian's Fenghou Qimen, it also contained unique laws and rules. In the formation of Wuhou Qimen, Ouyang Nian could trigger different changes through different directions.

However, when the fat man's dagger stabbed the Japanese who rushed over, he was surprised to find that these people were spirits. The dagger was not blessed, so it could not cause any harm to the spirits.

"Bang!" Just as the fat man was stunned, a samurai sword stabbed at him fiercely. There was a sound of metal collision, and the fat man fell heavily like a leaf blown by the wind.

Seeing this, Ouyang Nian quickly locked onto the position of the Japanese warrior and quickly formed seals with his hands: "Leave your position, and the sky fire will descend!" In an instant, several balls of fire fell from the sky and hit the warrior like a meteorite. The warrior instantly turned into nothingness, and Ouyang Nian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the fat man: "Are you okay?"

The fat man struggled to sit up and pulled open his clothes, only to see a deep cut on the pure gold wine jug. "Almost, almost finished. You see, greed has its advantages, it can save lives at critical moments!" The fat man patted the wine jug and said thankfully.

Ouyang Nian had no time to joke with the fat man: "If you are not dead, get up quickly. I can't handle it alone."

The fat man got up and looked at the dagger in his hand, with a helpless look on his face: "This knife is useless against these guys. I will die if I rush forward. Ouyang Nian, do you have any solution?"

Ouyang Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "My knowledge of Wu Hou Qi Men is limited. I can only maintain this formation for ten minutes at most. What can I do?" At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, "If only a team of dog masters were here, they could just put a spell on your knife and you would be invincible."

As he was talking, several Japanese warriors rushed up again. The fat man was stunned: "It's over, it's over, my life will be over here." However, just as the samurai sword was about to fall, a melodious opera voice suddenly rang in the fat man's ears: "I dare not forget my country even though I am in a low position..."

Then, a figure appeared in front of the fat man. The figure was wearing a striking costume from ancient Chinese poetry, with wide sleeves and a wide robe. He was a Qingyi Huadan. Facing the fierce samurai sword, he tapped his orchid fingers lightly, seemingly blocking the sword with his hands, but preventing the sword from advancing any further.

The fat man was stunned, and Ouyang Nian was also unable to react for a moment. But both of them saw that the actor who suddenly appeared was also a spirit. But why did he help them? The two were full of doubts.

The actor's fighting moves were like a drama on stage, both deadly and beautiful. A Japanese samurai disappeared in front of him. The actor turned quickly and pointed behind the fat man. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, a samurai sword stabbed out. The fat man looked at the actor in astonishment, and the actor kept repeating the same mouth shape: "Go..." Then, the actor's figure disappeared.

The fat man's eyes widened. At this moment, the Japanese general with a samurai sword in hand had already rushed up. "Kan position, water cage!" Ouyang Nian quickly changed his hand seals, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air, wrapping the Japanese general in it, forming a cage.

"Kill!" Another shadow appeared out of thin air. But there seemed to be a force blocking him. This shadow was half real and half virtual, and seemed unable to fully enter this world. He was wearing simple cloth clothes, with strong muscles and a big knife in his hand. This look made the two people feel familiar, like a street performer.

This man was very skilled. He rushed into the Japanese generals' team, and almost every strike of his sword could kill a Japanese. However, the force was always acting on him, so that his body could never fully materialize, and he could not perform at his best. In a blink of an eye, several samurai swords pierced his body. The swords fell to the ground, and he also dissipated into nothingness.

Fatty and Ouyang Nian had no idea what was going on. They only knew that the two people who suddenly appeared in front of them were spirits, and they were Chinese. But who were they? Why did they appear? The two knew nothing.

"Crack!" Ouyang Nian's mastery of Wu Hou Qi Men was not profound, and at this moment he finally couldn't maintain this formation diagram. The formation diagram under his feet shattered like glass. Ouyang Nian fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and once again felt his own insignificance.

Several Japanese warriors rushed up, raised their samurai swords and slashed at Ouyang Nian fiercely. At this critical moment, Ouyang Nian saw a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and then he heard a familiar voice: "Eight Moves!" In an instant, Ouyang Nian felt a flash in front of his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he was already several meters away. Standing behind him was Chen Tian, ​​who was stepping on the Fenghou Qimen Formation Plate.

"What's going on? Should we fight them?" A Jing also arrived at the golden light not far away. She used a machete to cut off the blade of a Japanese warrior. The big black dog standing next to A Jing was eager to try his "magic weapon", but was afraid of making mistakes if he acted rashly, so he was anxiously asking A Jing. A Jing didn't know what was going on. She just followed the breath of the dragon vein to come to this world, and saw Ouyang Nian and Fatty being besieged.

At this moment, black mist was surging in Bai Wenzhen's eyes, and the power of Qiongqi was clearly revealed.

"The enemy is coming in full force, no need to show mercy!" he ordered in a deep voice.

With the captain's clear instructions, the big black dog no longer hesitated, waving the magic weapon, and rushed into the group of Japanese warriors like a tiger descending from the mountain. Although its attack was unsystematic, it relied on its bravery and the rampage of its demonic aura to instantly disrupt the Japanese warriors' formation.

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What is even more shocking is that the big black dog seems to be getting more and more excited as the fight goes on. To it, this battle seems to be a satisfying hunting game.

Chen Tian patted Ouyang Nian's shoulder and said gently, "Brother, you have worked hard. Leave it to us from now on."

After saying this, he disappeared from the spot in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was standing in front of the Japanese warriors.

"The art of fire separation, fireflies and flying fire!" As Chen Tian's hand seals changed, hundreds of fireballs streaked across the sky like meteors. Wherever they went, the Japanese warriors turned into nothingness.

This scene made Ouyang Nian dumbfounded. As a sorcerer, he knew the terrifying power of Chen Tian's move. At the same time, he also saw that Chen Tian could perform such a powerful Fenghou Qimen, all thanks to the assistance of the Bagua Xuanyu Pao. The two complemented each other and could bring the magic to such a shocking level.

At this time, the fat man also covered his chest and staggered to Ouyang Nian's side. The two knew very well that they could not intervene in this fight between gods, and they inevitably felt powerless.

The fat man smiled bitterly, "When have I ever been so embarrassed? I have been able to escape from many tomb traps, but today I almost lost my life here."

Ouyang Nian nodded solemnly: "If we want to keep following the 788 Exploration Team, we must become stronger. Otherwise, we will become a burden to them every time..."

As they talked, their eyes were fixed on the team members. Even Ah Jing, who was relatively weak in the team, showed amazing strength at this moment. Her machete was shining with golden light and was invincible.

Chen Tian's magic is even more magical. The Japanese warriors who step into his horoscope often die in unclear circumstances.

As a monster, the big black dog has a natural bloodthirsty desire for hunting. The more it fights, the braver it becomes, almost to the point of disregarding life and death.

As for Bai Wenzheng, there was no need to say more. He did not need any fancy moves or even weapons. The strong body of a bloodline warrior and the cold and domineering power of Qiongqi were enough to crush everything.

The balance of the battle quickly tilted towards the 788 Action Team . In a flash, those originally arrogant and domineering Japanese warriors were completely wiped out, without any ability to fight back.

When Bai Wenzhen and his team members walked up to Ouyang Nian and the fat man, the two were still immersed in shock.

"Are you okay?" Bai Wenzhen asked with concern.

The fat man shook his head quickly: "We are fine. How did you find this place?"

Chen Tian and A Jing answered at the same time: "We sensed the breath of the dragon vein..."

Bai Wenzheng felt warm in his heart, he knew that this was the deep tacit understanding between the team members. It was this tacit understanding that allowed them to reunite in difficult situations and face challenges together.

"What is going on here? Is this world the scene in the painting we found earlier?" he asked in a deep voice.

Facing Bai Wenzheng's questioning, Ouyang Nian quickly and concisely recounted his previous experience. After listening, the team members showed puzzled expressions on their faces and exchanged confused glances with each other.

"An old man from Japan who suddenly appeared?"

"Are there any Chinese spirits who appear to help?"

The team members were confused by Ouyang Nian and Chen Tian's narration and did not understand what was going on.

As the leader of the team, everyone's attention naturally focused on Bai Wenzheng.