Chapter 652 If we continue to build, we must all be sent in.

The corner of Cang Xinyun's mouth twitched, and he was burdened with a mountain of pressure. He lowered his head and held his hands in his hands, looking embarrassed, and said in a low voice:

"The guardian envoy... was wronged..."

"injustice.."

Shan Zuo also bowed his head and held his hands in his hands, his words stopped abruptly, and suddenly he remembered that there was no place for him to speak. His face also twitched and he fell silent.

The entire hall was ablaze, with flames dancing around its body. Que Yan's feathers turned bright red, and his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he was trying his best to suppress the rage in his heart.

Cang Xinyun's eyes were calm, but he was still lamenting in his heart, why is it that for such a great good thing, Taoist fellow Ximen and the others seem to be sending the rulers of the Huangzichen position to immortal prison one by one...

He thought to himself, you should stop repairing it. If you continue to repair it, he is afraid that the yellow-lettered guard envoy will be sent in.

The speed was too fast and unreasonable. Even the feedback progress of the Yellow Character Jade Tablet was not as fast as their construction, and no one could predict such a transcendent situation.

Que Yan glanced at them and said coldly: "Now the length of the formation protection of the track, thirty thousand is the limit, don't you know?!"

"Know.."

"In the land of nothingness, the twelve main tracks planned by the master of the Twelve Formations of Tianzi to connect the three major domain gates are connected by the length of the tracks built by monks of all races and connected by the track nodes. Don't you, the envoy of Huangzi Chen, Know?!"

"Know..."

"What the Ximen Taoist team built is not a main track that can be extended infinitely. Don't you, Shan Zhuo, know that when you arrange it, you don't even know that even a Chen position envoy?!"

"Know..."

"Ouch..."

Cang Xinyun and Shan Zhuo were left speechless by the interrogation. The momentum they had when they first entered the formation palace was completely wiped out by the questioning. They both took a few steps back due to the impact of Que Yan's strong momentum.

A pair of sharp eyes were staring at them from all directions in the formation palace. There were humans and other creatures of all races here, as well as formation envoys from other formations with yellow characters. Such major events were enough to alarm them.

Not to mention that this Cang Xinyun is the Canggu Saint Clan who is the second most powerful Ten Thousand Clans. Even if he is the boss of the strongest Ten Thousand Clans, no one from the Ancient Immortal Clan can save him from making such a big mistake. He must be sent in if he should be sent in. !

In this great era of immortality cultivation, there is no room for any sand or privileges in building such a huge immortality project.

The black sheep should get out of here as soon as possible. Who is joking with you here, playing with your background and sophistication, when you think that the countless ancestors of all ethnic groups whose bones are buried here are just joking? !

boom!

At this moment, Que Yan's wings spread out, wide and spectacular, the wings were covered with flame patterns, and the whole body emitted a strong light.

All the surrounding auras were swallowed up by the flames and turned into ashes. The palace was instantly shaken at this moment, and a terrifying flame rose into the sky, even accompanied by an angry roar:

"Then do you know your guilt?!"

"Guardian, wait!"

"Guardian, please think twice and let them finish their words first!"

…

Everyone's expressions changed, and they all took action to suppress them. The guardian envoy was known to have a bad temper, especially for those formation masters who built the track.

Every breath in Que Yan's mouth is bursting with blazing flames. Its huge body is surrounded by creatures of all races, surrounding it in a circle, and in the outer circle...

It snorted coldly, and the powerful flames gradually subsided, scaring the monks who were watching the excitement outside the palace to tighten their hearts. This was going to be a lynching.

Cang Xinyun was still bowing his head and holding his hands, without any fear. The majestic True Lord Hedao, the guardian envoy of Huang Zichen, was frightened by a strong man, which was the greatest absurdity in the world.

It's just that Shan Zuo was not in good condition. Cold sweat had soaked his back, and his words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't utter a meaningful syllable for a long time.

The Guardian Envoy of Queyan is the supreme genius who has been on the list of Chaos Fairy Spirits in the entire Heaven Realm. Now he is in the late stage of Hedao. His attainments in formations are unfathomable. It is said that he also possesses the legendary formations and Taoist tools...

"Cang Xinyun, tell me, I want to see where your grievances lie!" Just as Shan Zhao was slightly lost in thought, a cold voice brought him back to his senses. It was Que Yan. These words seemed to be his last words. of patience.

"Reporting to the Guardian... I was derelict in my duty. I can't think of a construction team that can build 30,000 roads in a hundred years."

Cang Xinyun's words were a little sad and low, but his expression was still neither humble nor arrogant. "Back then, I wanted to wait for them to come back to take over the post and then have a chat, but... they never came back."

"The first crime is that you continue talking."

"There may be some problems with the yellow-character Chen position jade tablet. The speed of feedback information can no longer keep up with their construction speed. Moreover, they do not seem to have a star hub, nor have they joined the formation pavilion."

Cang Xinyun continued to speak in a deep voice, "We got the news too late, so we reported it too late. However, I was derelict in my duty. I should have reported it to the Formation Palace in the first place."

"Tell me what happened at that time, whether they did it voluntarily or you deliberately guided me. I will find out these things one by one."

As soon as Que Yan relaxed his words, the solemn atmosphere in the entire array palace relaxed a lot, "Now that the venerable master who practices space rules has gone out to rescue them, you two pray in your hearts that fellow Taoist Ximen and the others will be alright."

Cang Xinyun and Shan Zhuo slowly looked at each other and began to talk about the situation at that time.

But the Ximen team is too low-key, or too honest, and they have not come back even once in a hundred years.

They also have their own things to do, and there are other creatures of various races to arrange, so it is impossible to keep an eye on them all the time.

But who would have thought that they would be so stubborn and headlong into the land of nothingness to repair... By the time they tried to pull them back, it was already too late. They were simply a fairy construction team that would never look back until they hit the wall.

Shan Zhuo also felt a little guilty in his heart. He didn't expect that the question they asked at the beginning turned out to be true. They really wanted to build to the domain gate!

I didn't think too much about how the limit of 30,000 paths was possible at the time. I also forgot to tell them some taboos, thinking that they would come back halfway to exchange for immortal resources and slowly understand the sky's orbit.

After a cup of tea, Cang Xinyun stopped talking. He had never defended anything and was already planning to plead guilty. Regardless of whether it was unintentional or not, it was his own dereliction of duty.

The entire array palace was also silent, and everyone was deep in thought. In this situation, all they could do was wait for the Venerable to take them back.

Everyone's eyes slowly looked outward, looking in the same direction.

…

In the land of nothingness, a lonely silver track extends to an endless distance, but the track here does not rise and fall, but is extremely stable!

Buzz —

Buzz —

Huge space warships passed over the track in the blink of an eye. Their driving tracks were streaked with mist like blue clouds, and there were even destructive mana fluctuations around them, clearing all space turbulence obstacles in front of them.

A Mahayana Venerable was wearing a noble earth-shaped robe. His eyes were full of silence. He stood on the top of the warship. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate everything, destroying darkness and nothingness.