Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Everyone could eat and watch while they were at the same time get a glimpse of the thunder tribulation of the Spirit Sealing Period in advance. It was such a leisurely and enjoyable experience.

Not to mention, this is the first time I see a group of charlatans overcoming tribulation, and they are different from ordinary cultivators.

Zhan Xing took out the tortoise shell, copper coins, cloud sticks, Bagua plate, and spiritual yarrow...

There were a bunch of scattered divination instruments, and he had learned them all.

Zhan Xing counted quickly with his fingers, calculated over and over again, chose a position, took a deep breath, and stood still.

Then he started counting frantically again on the spot.

What about tortoise shells, fortune sticks... They look fancy, but actually this guy uses none of them. The Bagua plate spins very fast, and he just relies on closing his eyes and counting with his fingers.

“I heard that the astrologers of Tianji Pavilion will calculate the trajectory and landing position of the heavenly calamity in advance. As long as we avoid it, we can survive the calamity.” Qing Teng watched quietly for a while and spoke gently.

The green-robed old man snorted: "After all, they can even predict what the next attack of others will be."

Zhan Xing seemed to have arranged the movements for his hands and feet. Now he was like a puppet, lifting one foot first and dodging wherever he stepped, jumping around with his eyes closed under the first bolt of thunder.

He jumped as fast as if his feet were burning on the ground, yet he was able to avoid every bolt of lightning with incredible precision, which was truly a miracle.

Xue Lingluo scratched his chin and commented: "Isn't this just pure shamanism?"

The movements were strange, he dodged left and right, and it was as funny as if he was performing a shaman act.

However, this thunder tribulation is indeed different from the thunder tribulation of cultivators.

The astrologer's thunder tribulation is weaker in power and covers a smaller range, but is more numerous and faster. It does not look like thunder but more like lightning.

Qi Wu Yue looked at it with great curiosity, holding up his head with one hand, his silver eyes full of interest.

Xiao Lin fed him a bite of meat roll.

Qi Wu Yue opened his mouth and ate it.

Feed fish meat with bones removed.

Take it away in one bite.

Cooked spiritual vegetables.

Qi Wu Yue ate it without even looking at it, and found that the taste was not right, but... he ate it anyway, and turned around to emphasize: "I want meat."

No vegetables.

The old man in green robe stood aside with an expression that looked like he was in extreme toothache.

Xiao Lin combined the altar that he had not thoroughly studied with the collected bone fragments, and was surprised to find that the bone fragments actually vaguely fit the grooves on the altar.

Using his photographic memory to remember the patterns on the bone pieces, he practiced in his mind thousands of combinations according to the arrangement of the array patterns, and finally successfully arranged the bone pieces into a peculiar array.

The moment all the bone pieces fell into the grooves, the lines on the bone pieces all emitted a bright light, and the glowing lines meandered and flowed, and at a glance they actually formed a huge and magnificent totem.

The totem is mysterious and distant, slowly dyed with a bit of gold like the noble light of a god, with flowing cloud patterns, faintly emerging like a jade carving, and a majestic and old-fashioned golden seal character in the center.

Although every stroke was extremely familiar, Xiao Lin just couldn't remember it in his mind no matter what.

At this moment, he even looked like a newborn baby who could not read or write.

"A divine ban." A phantom suddenly appeared.

Xiao Lin was surprised: "God-level ban?"

"It's just pretending to be cool, so that people can't see clearly what God says, does, looks, and even the words he writes."

Xiao Lin: “…”

The phantom yawned and suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Huh, it's actually a spirit-sending formation."

This time, he took the initiative to explain without waiting for Xiao Lin to ask.

"It is a kind of magic array in the divine world. It does not exist in the lower world."

"Why is there no clue about the Soul-Sending Array in the Yimen Immortal Record Array Inheritance?"

The shadow folded his arms and snorted, "Your strength has not yet reached the standard, so the inheritance will naturally not give you information about those formations too early, so as not to force the issue."

Xiao Lin: "In that case, what about this spirit-sending array?"

"How should I put it? The people in the God Realm have a problem. They won't just throw their legacy skills into a cave or bury them in a pit, hoping that the lucky ones will get them."

"They like to set up a soul-sucking array and place things inside it. This soul-sucking array is equivalent to... equivalent to a storage locker. You can only get the things inside after breaking the array first."

"Let me see what your requirements are for breaking the formation."

Xiao Lin used his spiritual power to wrap a bunch of light golden fragments that emerged from the magic circle: "Puzzle."

As he spoke, he turned over a piece of debris with his fingers. On the fragment was a painting in ink, with the brushstrokes of thick and light ink, a bit like part of a tree.

It looks like an ink-and-wash landscape painting.

The shadow looked at the pile of floating blocks as high as a small mountain and was silent: "How many blocks are there in total?"

"One hundred thousand and eight yuan." Xiao Lin went through it roughly.

The shadow looked at the puzzle, rolled his eyes, and said unhappily: "Who is so wicked!"

He recognized the seal character that Xiao Lin couldn't see through at a glance. It was clearly an ancient character for "xiao".

In other words, this formation-breaking thing is our own thing.

The shadow cursed secretly in his heart, wondering which idiot did this, he was really good at it, jigsaw puzzle, and it was a painting jigsaw puzzle.

One hundred thousand dollars, this is pure joke!

The guy who set up the spirit-sending array is really perverted.

Xiao Lin looked at more than 100,000 puzzle pieces and quickly put them in place at a very fast speed without any sign of hesitation or slowness.

It was as if he knew that the piece of picture was right there, and he moved it smoothly and clickily.

The shadow floated back and forth, pointing and saying, "Are you sure you want to put this piece here?"

“Why do I feel like it should be placed here?”

“Does this piece look different from this one?”

"Are you sure you're not playing blindly?"

Xiao Lin ignored his interference and put together thousands of puzzle pieces in just a quarter of an hour.

The picture finally reveals the tip of the iceberg, which is thousands of mountains covered with dark clouds and cold peaks.

The shadow was truly convinced at this moment, and sighed sincerely: "The person who set up the test is a pervert, and you are no less perverted than him!"

It took two hours to complete the puzzle of 100,000 pieces.

No need to worry, no changing of position, just moving it from beginning to end, all thanks to this kid's inhuman memory.

"I dare say that you are the only one in the world who can break this test."

The shadow made two "tsk tsk" sounds, then turned his head to look at the painting.

His face immediately changed to a colorful color as if he had choked on shit.

This painting looks so damn familiar, so familiar that it couldn’t be more familiar.

In order to show off, that person would draw such an epic masterpiece in every illusion class since he was a child.

At that time, the phantom Yu Fengyan drew a little chicken or a small circle with a large flat circle, and drew a few short lines underneath, which looked like a dog, a sheep, and a hum.

When I got close to the ink painting of a mountain, I looked like a piece of that shit.

I was always pointed at by the teacher in my tribe and scolded, "What's the use of your hands? You might as well cut them off and exchange them for two chicken feet. Dip the chicken feet in ink and press them on paper and they will look like a bunch of bamboo leaves."

"Young Patriarch can create a sharp sword peak with just a few strokes, but your few strokes are just like an earthworm tumbling wildly in the mud!"

Xiao Lin caught a glimpse of Yu Fengyan's mysterious expression, looked at the ink painting, then looked at Yu Fengyan again, his gaze paused slightly.

He suddenly asked, "Senior, do you know anyone who paints?"

As the time spent in the inheritance gets longer, more of the phantom's memories are restored, and the identity of this boy becomes clearer and clearer.

but--

Yu Fengyan played dumb: "What?"

Then he pretended to praise the painting.

"What beautiful mountains and rivers! What a great painting!"

Xiao Lin understood: "It seems that the person who left the painting is the one who set up the formation, and is also someone that Senior is familiar with."

He reached out to the painting and took out the jade slip of martial arts techniques that appeared after he passed the test. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and looked at the phantom.

"Is it the Xiao Clan's technique?"

The tone seems to be asking but is actually affirmative.

Yu Fengyan almost couldn't hold it in, and cursed inwardly: It's worthy of the IQ passed down from generation to generation. This kid is really scheming and shrewd as a ghost.

He was naive and couldn't hide it, so he ran away first.