Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1150: The Art of Ghost Dao: The Gate of Death Comes Again
  The village owner's guess is definitely not groundless.

The Jiumo clan is powerful. Although they are all monks, they abide by the rules and precepts.

But, everyone has selfish motives.

If the protection is not complete, there are some monks who secretly practice the dreaded spirit-speaking technique to the extreme.

Travel around the world and come and go as you please!
  Zhang Yan nodded and did not deny the village owner's opinion.

"Brother Zhang, what exactly is what is described above?"

Zhang Yan frowned slightly, "All the runes on these stone pillars, when combined, do look like a kind of demon-suppressing formation. But..."

Zhang Yan's tone changed slightly, and then he turned his attention to the bottom of the stone pillar.

"Brother Zhang, what is this?" the village owner asked suspiciously.

Zhang Yan's pupils shrank, "Someone deliberately left a flaw in this formation, so the demonic roots had a chance to take advantage of it."

"What? Someone deliberately left a flaw? How could this happen?" The owner of the village knew the serious connection, "That means someone deliberately let go of the magic root? What is the reason for doing this?"

Zhang Yan shook his head, "This is beyond our control for the time being. The most important thing now is to repair this sect-protecting formation."

"Can it be repaired?" The owner of the village frowned, "Brother Zhang said that the writings of the Jiumo clan are profound and profound. After such a long time, can Brother Zhang really repair them?"

Zhang Yan didn't show much expression, just nodded.

Tang Qianyu and the village owner were both startled!
  They knew very well that the complexity of such ancient writings, let alone repairing them, was beyond the reach of ordinary people to be able to understand such complex talisman writings.

Without absolutely extensive coverage, trying to repair it is simply nonsense.

Thinking of this, the owner of the village was happy and said, "We can prepare whatever props are needed." "Nothing is needed. You can help me guard the entrance of the cave. If you are lucky, it should be repaired in just one stick of incense."

Zhang Yan said calmly.

"A stick of incense? This, this is too fast!" The village owner was overjoyed.

He had rubbed the words on the stone pillar, and he and the older members of his sect had been studying it for who knows how long, but they had not been able to figure it out.

And Zhang Yan was actually able to get it at his fingertips!

With such strength, what else can't be done?

The village owner nodded repeatedly and retreated to the entrance of the cave with Tang Qianyu.

"Manager, Brother Zhang, can you really repair the sect-protecting formation?" Tang Qianyu was a little doubtful. After all, this formation carries the sweat of his ancestors.

Even if their Maple Leaf Villa and a large group of extremely powerful alchemists are unable to repair it, can an outsider repair it?
  "Since he can understand the Jiumo clan's writing, it is possible. However, the time it takes to burn an incense stick is a bit exaggerated. If it can really be done, then we must make peace with this person. Guanxi, this son is definitely an extraordinary person."

Speaking of this, the village owner looked at the corpse of the disciple they had removed before, and his expression changed slightly.

"I didn't expect that our Maple Leaf Villa would also be plotted against, and these disciples would even have their limbs mutilated, hey."

Speaking of this, the two of them felt sad.

At the same time, Zhang Yan had already walked around the eight huge stone pillars several times.

At first, in his opinion, these stone pillars were nothing more than stone pillars engraved with talismans.

(End of this chapter)