Travel back to the end of the world to practice

Everyone looked around the entire secret room, and it turned out to be a square space.

The entire chamber was dark and empty.

The cool wind blows from nowhere.

"It's so dark here." Yan Hui said.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up.

Rows of torches lit up the walls of the chamber.

At the end of the secret room, there was a square stone table only one meter wide.

A black sign floated above the stone table.

It's the soul-nourishing wood!

Within a radius of five meters of the stone table, there is a layer of membrane surrounding it.

I don't know if it is to prevent the soul-raising wood from escaping, or to protect the soul-raising wood from being stolen.

Han Xing noticed that the diaphragm is composed of a formation.

There are regular marbles placed around the stone table, forming a formation.

This formation is like a trapping formation and a protective formation, he can't understand it.

"It seems to be a trap," Jiang Xu said.

He happened to see a book of formations in Huapu's tower, which seemed to describe this advanced formation.

It can only be arranged by monks in the transformation stage.

When he looked at it, because his cultivation base was too far apart, he just glanced at it roughly, and he didn't expect to see it in Wu Clan.

"Cousin, are we going to get that thing inside?" Yan Hui asked.

Suddenly, he covered his head and shouted, "Ah...it hurts."

"Xiaohui." Wuyou hurriedly hugged Yan Hui, with a concerned expression on his face.

"Master, what's wrong with Xiaohui?"

"It should be that the people in the Soul Cultivation Wood think we are slow and are warning us to hurry up." Han Xing said with a faint glance at the Soul Cultivation Wood in the distance.

Sure enough, as soon as Han Xing finished speaking, Yan Hui stopped screaming.

He lay panting in Wuyou's arms, sweating profusely.

"Xiaohui, are you okay?" Wuyou gently wiped the sweat off Yan Hui's face, and asked with concern.

"Headache." Yan Hui said delicately.

After speaking, he went straight into Wuyou's arms.

"Let me rub it for you." Wuyou rubbed Yan Hui's temple with a loving hand.

Han Xing rolled his eyes while watching, this kid deserved to be tortured.

He couldn't be bothered.

"You two stay here, don't wander around." Han Xing explained.

"Understood, cousin."

"Yes, Master."

"Brother Xu, let's meet this senior." Han Xing said with a smile while stretching out a hand.

"En." Jiang Xu shook that hand and nodded.

This secret room does not seem to be the same place as the secret room that trapped him before.

It was very weird, and he didn't trust Han Xing to contact it alone.

Han Xing led Jiang Xu, walked out of the range of the marble, and said to the Soul Cultivation Tree without fear, "Senior, you can show up now."

After a while, the soul-cultivating wood emitted bursts of black air, and then a vague figure appeared in the air.

The black shadow glanced at Jiang Xu, making people feel malicious.

Han Xing immediately stopped Jiang Xu behind him and watched the black shadow's movements.

Sombra's voice seemed to be distorted.

Harsh, hoarse, mechanical.

"Wu Rou called you to save me?"

"Senior Wu Rou asked us to save his husband, I wonder if senior is..." Han Xing asked, staring at the shadow in the sky intently.

The black shadow trembled for a moment, and then said, "I am her husband Wu Zhe!"

"Get me out quickly!" Soi Ying said impatiently.

"Senior, Senior Wu Rou said that you can't directly touch your soul-cultivating wood, fearing that it will damage your soul. Is there any way to take you away?" Han Xing raised his head and asked with a embarrassed expression on his face.

"Hmph, don't try to lie to me, didn't Wu Rou give you a box to store my soul tree?" Wu Zhe said immediately without being fooled.

"Boy, you are still young to play tricks in front of this deity!" Wu Zhe said in a contemptuous tone.

"Boy, you'd better take this deity out quickly, otherwise, I'll make that kid over there lose his soul."

Han Xing's heart tightened, and his face remained calm, "Is senior also so ruthless to his descendants of the witch clan?"

"A descendant of the witch clan? It's just a mixed blood."

"This kind of mixed blood is only fit to be a follower of the Wu clan in the upper realm. People in the lower realm are really ignorant." Wu Zhe said with disgust.

Yan Hui, who was still acting like a baby in Wuyou's arms, paused, and looked back at the dark figure in the distance with an ugly expression, his eyes were as ferocious as a wolf's cub.

"Boy, what are you looking at!"

A black air rushed towards Yan Hui.

"Be careful." Wuyou stood in front of Yan Hui and received the blow.

"Pfft..." Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Cousin, cousin..." Yan Hui hurriedly supported Wuyou's limp body, and shouted incoherently.

"Senior, think twice before you make a move, otherwise I believe that senior will have to wait hundreds of years before going out." Han Xingyu said threateningly.

He walked up to Wuyou quickly, took out the healing elixir from his body, and fed it to Wuyou.

"Cousin, Wuyou will be fine, right?" Yan Hui asked with tears in his eyes.

With trembling hands, he wiped the blood from the corner of Wuyou's mouth.

"It's okay, I just hurt some meridians, and I'll be fine soon after taking the elixir." Han Xing said reassuringly.

Fortunately, Wu Zhe was just a warning, otherwise, a blow by a cultivator who transformed himself into a god would destroy his cultivation base even if he was not dead.

"Be optimistic about Wuyou first." Han Xing confessed.

Yan Hui nodded solemnly, his heart was full of guilt, if he hadn't provoked the other party, Wuyou would not have blocked this blow for him.

Han Xing said that Wuyou's meridians were injured, nothing serious, but Yan Hui couldn't help feeling distressed.

He rested his chin on Wuyou's forehead, and said sadly, "Why are you so stupid, my cultivation level is higher than yours anyway."

"It's just a conditioned reflex." Wuyou smiled weakly.

He didn't know why he stood in front of Yan Hui without thinking.

Obviously the two have only known each other for a few days.

He is just a passerby, why should he be like this...

Yan Hui hugged Wuyou tightly in silence, without saying a word.

Wuyou took the elixir given by Han Xing, and the damaged meridians were gradually repaired. He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

An inconspicuous wooden box appeared in Han Xing's hand, and he asked the trapped Wu Zhe, "Senior, how does this junior put senior into the box?"

"Isn't there a boy from the Wu clan?" Wu Zhe said indifferently.

"Using his blood can temporarily open the formation, as long as there is a crack, I can get out."

Han Xing looked at Jiang Xu with an ugly face upon hearing this.

The two exchanged a glance.

Jiang Xu walked to Yan Hui's side, "Let's go, let senior come out first."

Yan Hui let go of Wuyou reluctantly, and got up silently. He lowered his head and followed behind Jiang Xu.

The three stood outside the formation.

"You can find a corner at random, and let this kid draw a crack with blood." Wu Zhe ordered in a natural tone.

"Yes." Han Xing nodded, opened the box, and placed it on top of a piece of marble.

"Xiaohui, do you know that you will draw a hole here in a while?" Han Xing drew a distance for Yan Hui a few centimeters away from the marble.

"Understood." Yan Hui nodded expressionlessly.

Then he felt a few scratches on his palm.

He glanced at Han Xing as usual, and said, "Cousin, I can start anytime."

"Well, come on."

Han Xing raised his head and said to the black shadow in the air, "Senior, you can enter the box that Senior Wu Rou prepared for you in a while."

"Okay, okay, do you need to say it?" Wu Zhe said impatiently.

"Let's start." Han Xing said to Yan Hui.

Wuyou, who was still lying down and resting, ignored the injuries and couldn't wait to walk near the three of them, watching Yan Hui's movements nervously.

All three watched as Yan Hui scratched his finger, and made a scratch on the place Han Xing indicated just now.

I saw the whole sleepy formation trembling.

Dark shadows loomed inside.

"Hurry up!" Wu Zhe urged.

Yan Hui waved his hand, hesitating for a second, and then secretly changed the direction of the exit as Han Xing had told him in the palm of his hand.

Seeing that the crack was enough for him to escape, Wu Zhe rushed out desperately.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, I'm finally out!" Soi Ying rushed out of the crack excitedly.

Taking advantage of the black shadow's triumph, a hand suddenly appeared in the formation and took away the soul-nourishing wood.

Qianzheng opened the lid of the box facing the crack, and the black shadow that sprang out was sucked into the box.

"No! No! Let me out!!!"

The black shadow screamed and wanted to return to the original place, but the crack in the formation suddenly locked and directly cut off half of Wu Zhe's soul.

"Ah!!" Wu Zhe's scream sounded from within the formation.

Half of the shadows outside the crack were sucked into the box.

The sound of cursing disappeared the moment the box was closed.

And the black shadow in the formation, without the support of the soul-cultivating wood, screamed and dissipated.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

"I'm exhausted." Yan Hui said while holding up his fingers.

After painting just now, he felt that half of his life was gone.

"Are you okay?" Wuyou stepped forward and asked worriedly.

"I'm a little tired, let me lean on you." Yan Hui said shamelessly, leaning on Wuyou's shoulder.

Wuyou let Yan Hui rely on him uncomfortably, without refusing.

Jiang Xu noticed that the hand that appeared in the formation just now was wearing a silver ring, and looked at Han Xing without saying a word.

Han Xing didn't explain, just smiled at Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu took Han Xing's hand speechlessly, and was relieved when he saw that there was no wound on the other's hand.

"Xiao Hui, is there a way for you to get out of here?" Han Xing looked at Yan Hui and said.

"No." Yan Hui shook his head and answered without hesitation.

The man only told him how to get in, not how to get out.

"Cousin, can't we leave here?" Yan Hui came to his senses and asked anxiously.

Han Xing glanced at several people with a complicated expression, "It's not that we can't leave, I guess Wu Zhe only intends to let him leave alone."

"What do you mean?"

Han Xing naturally shook Jiang Xu's hand, and guessed solemnly, "Although Wu Zhe has only half a soul left, he is still a god-turning cultivator. He probably intends to take away one of us and kill the others. Leave by yourself."

"How is this possible!" Yan Hui said in surprise.

Then he immediately thought of Wu Rou.

It was Wu Rou who asked them to come in and fetch half of Wu Zhe's soul.

"Grandma won't do that!" Yan Hui subconsciously denied.

"Grandma?" Hearing this, Wuyou looked at Yan Hui strangely, "Who is your grandma?"

"Wu Rou said that her cultivation level is higher than that of her cousin, so calling her aunt is inappropriate, she should be called grandma." Yan Hui explained with twinkling eyes.

The crowd fell silent.

"Then what should we do now?" Jiang Xu glanced at Yan Hui, then turned to ask Han Xing.

Han Xing lowered his head and looked at the motionless box, unable to make a decision for a while.

If Wu Zhe and Wu Rou are at odds, he can take advantage of it.

But now, they are too passive to predict what will happen next!