Run a special restaurant in the realm of self-cultivation

Wang Xinrong remained motionless, did not struggle, and stood there with a smile on her face.

The guys around were stunned, not sure if she was stunned or had a plan.

The reason why Wang Xinrong smiled and stood there without struggling was not to give up struggling, but to think of the function of protecting the host that comes with the restaurant.

I was still thinking about what I would get if I wiped out this cloud of black mist.

Heiwu tried for a while, but failed to occupy Wang Xinrong's body, so he distanced himself from her in doubt.

"This thing is conscious! Can you understand me? You can't touch anything that's alive here. How about I give you a wood carving and attach it to it? If you agree, don't move around."

Wang Xinrong saw that the other party hadn't been obliterated by the restaurant, and she didn't seem to have such terrible thoughts about herself. She boldly discussed with the other party, and took out a wooden sign.

The words and patterns carved on it are "peach" on one side and peach blossom on the other.

There is a blank space on the side of the words, which is the reason why she didn't have time to engrave a line of small words before.

As expected, the black mist did not move, hovering above, wondering if it could really communicate.

Wang Xinrong tacitly accepted that the other party had understood, spread the wooden sign in the palm of his hand, nodded to him, and signaled to come and attach.

The black mist slowly approached the small wooden sign, but before it got too close, it was completely absorbed. At that time, it was shocked and tried to resist, but in the end, it was still trapped by the wooden sign.

Seeing that the black mist didn't seem to enter the wooden sign voluntarily, Wang Xinrong looked at the guys around.

I thought it was one of them who did something secretly, but what I saw on their faces was surprise.

"What should we do with this wooden sign?" Wang Xinrong asked.

Is it a little bad to burn it?

I also feel that if I burn it, I may not be able to burn it with the black mist.

Hua Jinyu pinched the wooden sign in her palm, and then said to her: "You made this wooden sign?"

Wang Xinrong nodded, then stared at the wooden sign, and found that the wooden sign was a bit different from the one she made.

Doing it yourself doesn't look as nice as this one.

However, at first glance, I didn't feel that this was not done by myself, and my impression was that I did it by myself.

"Aren't you lying?" Hua Jinyu asked again.

When he asked such a question, Wang Xinrong began to doubt himself a little, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the wooden sign might not have been made by himself.

Just when she wanted to say that she was not sure, she suddenly remembered that she had done a few formations with the spirit of illusion.

This wooden sign may be a wooden sign made by the Illusory Spirit, and a formation is attached to it.

Only then did she suddenly realize: "I made the wooden sign, not the formation."

In the past, for the sake of safety, I sought so many things from the spirit of illusion to protect myself, and I don't quite remember which ones.

Hua Jinyu looked like that, as expected.

"It will happen in a while, this thing probably won't come out." After Hua Jinyu finished speaking, she put the wooden sign back in Wang Xinrong's hand.

How to deal with this, he didn't say much.

Wang Xinrong thought that since the wooden formation was made by the spirit of illusion, then this thing should be handled by the spirit of illusion.

Without saying a word, she went directly to the spirit of illusion.

At this time, the spirit of illusion was confronting the suzerain of the Rock Demon Sect in the secret realm.

Noticing that Wang Xinrong was coming, it pulled away and asked her if she had something to look for.

Wang Xinrong took out the wooden sign and told the spirit of illusion that there is a cloud of black mist inside and needs to be disposed of.

The spirit of illusion was overjoyed, took the wooden sign, and directly began to absorb the black mist in the wooden sign in front of Wang Xinrong.

"It feels like I haven't had to eat for a while."

The spirit of illusion sighed happily, and then returned the wooden sign to Wang Xinrong.

"Can you eat this black mist? What does it taste like?" Wang Xinrong was very curious. The food that this illusory spirit eats is a bit abnormal. Will this affect itself?
"The taste is probably the same as when you drink refrigerated juice. Why is there still black mist?"

The spirit of illusion stared at Wang Xinrong's smiling face and replied.

Wang Xinrong waved her hand, thinking that for the time being, the spirit of illusion cannot be allowed to eat the black mist outside, and she doesn't know if there will be any side effects.

The Spirit of Illusion took the opportunity to talk to her again, about the Rock Demon Sect group, who were still looking for life.

Wang Xinrong didn't want to know more, so she just let it see, then left the secret place and returned to the lobby of the restaurant.

Seeing Wang Xinrong appearing again, the guys probably guessed what she was doing in the secret realm.

"It seems that only the cloud of black mist is conscious," Wang Xinrong said, looking outside the restaurant.

After Hua Jinyu and the others nodded in response, they also looked outside the restaurant.

Outside the restaurant, the group of monks were still maintaining the Demon Killing Formation.

"In the restaurant over there, do you want to tell them to avoid it?"

"They looked fine, but they looked like they were worried about us."

The monks communicated.

"I noticed a cloud of black mist entering the restaurant before, and I don't know what the situation is."

"Do you want to ask about the situation?"

The monks thought about it, this formation, how about leaving alone.

"Do you need help?" Wang Xinrong shouted at the monks.

As time passed, she felt that if she did nothing else, the day would be over.

Then, when the time comes, the restaurant will be teleported away.

Hearing her cry, the monks began to figure out how to respond.

This restaurant is full of monks, and at this time, they have no intention of harming them, and even showed a goodwill signal to help them.

It should be a good thing to think about, but, be careful when sailing for thousands of years, always feel that you need to be highly vigilant to prevent falling into traps.

"They probably don't need our help." Fu Qingshui said.

Wang Xinrong nodded, thinking that since this is the case, then there is no need to do business, and it seems a bit of a waste of time to just do this and wait for the time to pass.

It's better to close the door of the restaurant and do what you should do.

"Boom!"

The ground tremors grew stronger.

This made her very concerned.

An earthquake is coming, what should we do?
It doesn't matter what they are inside the restaurant, but the monks outside the door may not be the same.

She didn't want to be killed or seriously injured by the earthquake under her nose. If she could do something, she didn't want to stare blankly.

So she yelled out the door again: "Do you need help?"

At this time, it was obvious that the formation could not seal the devil, and the devil was about to come out.

The cultivators prepared to deal with the Demon Killing Formation, but they also had one thing in mind, that is, it would be really difficult for the demon to hide.

Thinking of this, the group of monks reached a consensus that they needed help.

Seeing them asking for help, Wang Xinrong said to Hua Jinyu and the others: "Okay, now they need our help, and Hua Jinyu will arrange it."

Hua Jinyu was taken aback for a moment. Although he had the highest cultivation level, he was a little powerless to arrange what others should do.

Because he doesn't know what to do.

Instead of helping those monks, let the monks arrange it.

He walked out of the restaurant, stood at the door, and communicated with those monks.

Ask how you can help them, if there is anything you can do, feel free to say so.

Seeing that they really wanted to help, the monks didn't think too much about it.