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"What did Yun Ci tell you?"

In the disciples' quarters of Shengru Building, Zhong Changxu leaned on half of his body and tried to cross the table to read the news on the jade slip in Xi Xingyuan's hand.

Xi Xingyuan raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow, and simply asked: "Yun Ci asked you to tell me about the Soul Locking Formation. Why did you stay with me for three days?"

The five major sects are of the same mind, and it is not uncommon for disciples to interact with each other. Xi Xingyuan did not dislike Zhong Changxu when he asked this.

"I've been so busy these days because of your words, and you just took a break in my yard." He said a dust-removing technique to remove the stains on his body.

Because the formations could not be seen in the sky, Xi Xingyuan and the other talisman cultivators wandered around on the ground for many days.

Although it's not like sleeping in the open air, the human world is so large that even riding a horse will hurt your butt.

I was terribly tired, but when I came back I saw this guy sitting in his yard writing something. It feels so uncomfortable to burn incense and listen to the piano.

Comparing it like this, I just feel that my hard work is a bit unbalanced.

This guy is not his own spiritual pet.

The tacit understanding over the years made Zhong Changxu quickly turn around and sit down, and opened his mouth to block the strange anger that Xi Xingyuan was about to say: "How can it be considered a break? The sound of the piano and the burning of incense are all formations in your own yard. I am not waiting for you. Come back so you can get the news as soon as possible.”

Xi Xingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the things on the desk: "My fellow juniors are all coveted for the pen and ink that can communicate God's will. Bring it..." He paused and his tone rose slightly, "Draw a turtle?"

On the gold-sprinkled talisman paper, ink marks of varying thicknesses outline a round black thing.

"Although my painting skills are not good," Zhong Changxu picked up the talisman paper, "but you can see clearly that there is a snake on it. This is Xuanwu!"

"Just think of it as Xuanwu." There was tiredness in his brows that could not be wiped away by the Dust Removal Technique. Xi Xingyuan glanced at the turtle on the talisman paper, and then closed his eyes sadly to rest.

Zhong Changxu looked at his painting again.

The ink stains representing snakes on the turtle shell that are not very round are mushy, which does not look like Xuanwu.

"You said this ink can communicate with God's will?" Zhong Changxu murmured, "I am not a talisman cultivator, so I cannot use God's will to outline the rules, but I saw Xuanwu in my mind."

"The purpose of cultivating talismans is to draw talismans better, and it is a medium to improve our abilities." Xi Xingyuan said, "If you don't have the potential to cultivate talismans, of course you can't draw talismans."

At this point, he paused: "You said you saw Xuanwu, where was it?"

"I don't know where it is, I just feel that everything around me is dark." Zhong Changxu thought for a while, "Xuanwu suppresses the demon clan, and we have never been to the demon world. Even if we know his location, what can we do? How about I Try again to see if you can touch Qinglong's position."

Xi Xingyuan frowned and did not answer.

The pen and ink were not taken away. Zhong Changxu picked up the pen and dipped it in ink again. When sketching, he asked: "Now that you are back, have you finished investigating the human world? Have you found any soul-locking array?"

The ink quickly smeared on the paper, and he then asked: "What did Yun Ci just say to you? Why did you not tell me quietly?"

"There is no soul-locking formation in the human world." Xi Xingyuan looked at the crooked ink mark under the tip of his pen, which was as crooked as an earthworm. He didn't even bother to say anything more, "Ji Peng and the others have received the news."

As for why Zhong Changxu didn't receive it: "I told you you were next to me."

Zhong Changxu said dryly.

Yes, Yun Ci is busy.

This requires sending out news. Zhong Changxu noticed something was wrong and asked, "Is this serious?"

"Half and half." Xi Xingyuan rubbed the handle of the fan with his fingers, "I was just thinking that the sect master and the others have already reached the Mahayana realm."

Yun Ci sent a message to tell them about the abnormality in the Tianjiao List.

Without her having to explain, Xi Xingyuan could figure out the key point. Some of the elders in the Mahayana realm in the sect were also nominated on the list of geniuses.

If there is a causal thread wrapped around the spirit transformation, there will not be too many elders in the Mahayana realm.

Is the causal line there from the beginning or is it just for Yun Ci?

He thought for a while, and then summoned his own incarnation with a twist of his hand: "Pull out your incarnation and let me see."

Two golden lights lit up almost at the same time.

Zhong Changxu stopped writing and asked: "Why does what Yun Ci told you have anything to do with our transformation of gods?"

"I don't know, just giving it a try."

Xi Xingyuan opened the fan, and the bamboo leaves on the fan suddenly extended out and gradually turned into separate strokes after emerging in mid-air.

Different from Zhong Changxu's crooked brush strokes, these strokes in the air have the impression of ink bamboo fluttering in the wind, and have a more unrestrained charm.

The smudged ink connects the strokes into two talismans like lines.

At the moment when they were connected, they were submerged into the bodies of the two transformed gods.

The formation's golden light and evil red light lit up at the same time, and the entangled red threads instantly enveloped the courtyard like a spider web.

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After these few months of laziness, Yaya learned from the painful experience and then lay down (not

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