The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"Bagua Formation." Le Shan paused as he was fanning himself. If it really was the Bagua Formation, then there would be trouble.

Ming Fan nodded: "The Eight Diagrams Formation is a life and death formation. There are eight gates in it: the Rest Gate, the Life Gate, the Injury Gate, the Du Gate, the Jing Gate, the Death Gate, the Jing Gate, and the Kai Gate. Among them, only the Sheng Gate, Jing Gate, and Kai Gate are life gates."

"That means, five of them are dead doors." Lin Wanshu narrowed his eyes and looked at the eight stone doors that looked exactly the same.

“No, these eight paths can all be gates of life, or they can all be gates of death.

Although there are three life gates, usually, if you can survive until one life gate appears, you should be thankful."

Ming Fan's expression was also solemn at this time. He did not expect that there would be such a formation in this picture of ten thousand monsters.

The existence of the life gate in the Bagua formation is passive, and each step has its own way of triggering it. The difficulty of this formation lies in the unpredictable nature of its life gate.

The location of the life gate is not fixed, and the time when the life gate appears is naturally not fixed. There are many variables involved, and it is not easy to see through.

"Oh, this is troublesome." Le Shan put away the folding fan and walked casually to a stone door.

"Everyone, what do you think?"

Lin Wanshu smiled gently and walked to the stone door closest to him.

Seeing this, Ming Fan shrugged indifferently. She had figured it out a long time ago. No matter which one you choose, there is a 7/8 chance that it will be a death word. In this case, it doesn't matter.

The demon king's scalp tingled when he saw this: "No, do you have to die today?"

In his opinion, no matter which one he chose, it would be the same as lying in a coffin.

After Ming Fan, Lin Wanshu, Le Shan, Rong Hua and Xiao Yunyang had made their selections, they all stared at the Demon King and the Three Scars.

"…Do I have to die today?"

He didn't want to choose any of them, but if he didn't choose, he believed that Ming Fan would randomly pack him up and kick him into a door.

Instead of letting her choose, it would be better for him to choose one himself. Although it is useless, at least it gives some psychological comfort.

Seeing this, Sanba swallowed his saliva, followed suit, chose a stone door and stood next to it.

"What about you?" Ming Fan looked at Qian Ren.

Sanmao and Mingfan were naturally together. The Demon King and Sanba also chose the door they wanted to go through. The only one left was Qianren.

Qianren widened his eyes and pointed at himself. Did he still need to choose?

No, now it’s not a question of whether he chooses or not. There is only one stone door left. It looks like it’s his whether he chooses it or not.

Qianren reluctantly stood in front of the stone gate on the far right.

Now Ming Fan and his companions were standing next to each other in front of the stone gate in the middle. On the left were the Demon King and the two demons Sanba, and on the far right was the spiritual weapon Qianren.

"I didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic~" Ming Fan said with a smile, "In that case, please don't die in there~"

Demon King: “…”

Qian Ren: “…”

Three Scars: “…”

Is she not proactive? Doesn't she have any idea of ​​the situation?

Ming Fan was very satisfied with the harmonious atmosphere: "Since you are the last ones to be selected, for the sake of fairness, you should go in first."

Qianren curled the corner of his mouth. This kind of fairness doesn't have to be given to him.

Watching the three of them go in one by one, Ming Fan retracted his gaze and looked at Lin Wanshu.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Lin Wanshu also looked over.

The brothers looked at each other, and everything was said without words. As for whether there was a tacit understanding or not, they would tell after they went in.

Ming Fan pushed open the stone door and his eyes flashed.

It was pitch black all around and he couldn't see anything. After thinking for a while, Ming Fan took out the sunstone.

Even with the Sunstone, one can only see the scene within three steps. If it is farther away, it is still pitch black.

Ming Fan walked forward slowly. The surroundings were quiet, giving her the illusion that she was the only one left in the world.

Although there was a three-spear warrior following him, this guy never made any noise when he walked.

The wall behind the stone gate was much drier than outside, and moss grew sparsely only at the junction of the ground and the base of the wall.

Ming Fan squatted down and rubbed the ground with his hands to determine the direction, then continued walking forward.

She was now thinking, the ghost that the demon king mentioned, since it was not a ghost, then what else could it be.

What does it have to do with the Bagua formation here?

Ming Fan and San Mao walked forward, and only the rustling sound of her footsteps could be heard in the empty corridor.

There doesn't seem to be any mechanism around here.

Ming Fan has been paying attention to her surroundings. There are normal ways to break the formation, but she has never liked to take the ordinary path.

It was almost time. Ming Fan walked forward a few steps and put his ear against the wall to listen for a moment. Well, he could hear nothing.

Ming Fan knocked on the wall again and again: "Do you feel that the wall here is slightly thinner than the stone wall outside just now?"

Sanmao scratched the wall and nodded. He remembered the feel of the wall just now. The inside of the stone door was indeed thinner than before.

"Just stay here, it should be pretty close." As for the rest, it depends on tacit understanding.

Ming Fan stopped and looked back at Sanmao.

Sanmao nodded, and the two of them started to smash the wall with all their might.

Yes, just like before.

After smashing it for a long time, Ming Fan suddenly sighed.

I have to say, hammer is more useful.

"If I had known earlier, I would have brought Qianren here."

Sanmao glared at Mingfan fiercely. What he meant was that being with him was injustice to her?

Seeing this, Ming Fan smiled slyly and asked, "By the way, how did you know that guy can change his form?"

In response to this question, Sanmai turned away and ignored her.

"Stingy." Ming Fan sneered, then concentrated on smashing the wall.

Breaking a formation is not as easy as pushing forward.

At the same time, the sound of smashing walls was heard in the five corridors.

Lin Wanshu and his friends, like Ming Fan, tried their best to break down the wall between them.

On this point, the five of them had an inexplicable tacit understanding.

Since each person has only a one in eight chance of encountering the life gate, if they break through the walls in the middle, then the probability will be five in eight.

What is the difference between five eighths, rounding off and escaping death.

Although Ming Fan's cultivation is not as high as Lin Wanshu and the others, fortunately he has Sanmao to make up for it. The two of them cooperate with each other and do the work just as well.

Qianren on the other side heard the frightening noise and turned around in circles.

How did they start fighting so quickly? Fortunately, I wasn’t with them.

At the deepest part of the formation, a figure opened his eyes impatiently, cursed, and floated out...

Ming Fan never expected that all his strength would be used to smash the wall.

With a click, a crack appeared on the wall on Ming Fan's right.

"Three spears in a row, master and servant working together, their sharpness can cut through metal."

Sanmao: “…Hehe.”