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Zhang Maolin understood that he still underestimated this forest.More importantly, his physical strength is constantly draining.

The physical strength of a cultivator must be incomparable to normal people.The journey is not too long, even normal people would not be so tired, how could a cultivator be so tired?

Zhang Maolin tugged at the collar on his chest, not only tired, but also gradually having difficulty breathing.

Surrounded by silence, Zhang Maolin could only hear his own breathing.Accompanied by the rustling of leaves.Not a single insect chirp.

This forest is dead, without animals, without mosquitoes, without all living things.

He sat down against the tree trunk, and he did not know how many times he meditated and adjusted his breath to restore his physical strength.After the feeling of chest tightness passed, he stood up again with his knees propped up. This time, he threw away the rope in his hand.Facts have proved that using a rope will not work.Walking in a straight line with a rope can only be used for people who have lost their way in the forest to help them find the right direction, but it cannot help those who have entered the formation to break the formation.

In this case, the rope is useless, and there is no need to carry additional burdens with useless waste.

After throwing away the rope, Zhang Maolin took out a small package that he carried with him.Open the package and rummage carefully, and there are also some tattered low-level fairy artifacts with a faint white halo inside.

Zhang Maolin chose for a while, took one of the rings from the package, and found a monster's inner alchemy and a magic weapon in the shape of a fan.

Wrap the inner alchemy of the monster with a parcel first, then pass the parcel through the ring, and finally tie the fan on the other end of the ring.

On the tree directly above Zhang Maolin's head, Miaoxi watched Zhang Maolin complete all this with great interest.

He frowned and thought for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of interest.

The Qiankun cloth wraps the inner alchemy, and then passes through it with a ring that circulates force.

After taking away the Qiankun cloth, the inner alchemy will instantly echo with the departing Qiankun cloth, creating a kind of resonance.The breeze brought by the resonance is amplified by the ring and can be circulated again.Add the top fan.

Zhang Maolin under the tree did not notice the inconspicuous red yarn mixed with the layers of leaves directly above his head.

In other words, no one would just look up and look at the top of their heads from time to time when they have nothing to do. What's more, the top of their heads is nothing but leaves.He finished all this with his hands, although his movements were few, he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

So, he could only sit down and meditate to adjust his breath.After waiting for a while, Zhang Maolin, who had almost regained some strength, felt more and more tired. Knowing that he could not drag on any longer, he stood up from the ground, took out the pen and paper in the package, wrote a note, and tied the note to the fan. .Then he moved the Qiankun cloth in his hand.

The simple flying magic weapon spliced ​​by the magic weapon was shaking and it really flew.

Zhang Maolin looked up at the magic weapon that flew up, and heaved a long sigh of relief.Waiting expectantly for the thing to fly out of the woods.

It started smoothly, but after the thing flew to a certain height, a strange gust of wind blew through the woods for no reason.The wind directly blew this simple device away, and the inner alchemy with the highest energy was rolled up and flew to an unknown place.

"Alas!" Zhang Maolin sighed in disappointment and regret. Apart from disappointment, he also felt a little distressed.

That inner alchemy is the most valuable thing in his whole body now, and now even it is gone.He was really poor and almost naked.

There was only a moment of disappointment and lamentation. For a moment, Zhang Maolin regained his energy and continued to concentrate on studying the magic weapon he carried with him.

Miao Xi watched Zhang Maolin fiddle with it for a while, and then made another thing.

I really began to appreciate this man who looked stubborn, easy to deceive, and had ordinary looks and ordinary clothes. He might not be able to find him at first sight even if he was thrown into the crowd.

Unable to bear the things he made disappearing for various reasons, when Zhang Maolin slapped his butt and stood up, he jumped down from the tree: "Wait a minute."

Miaoxi's sound was very sudden. Zhang Maolin, who was fully focused on the things in his hands, heard the sound of stopping, his hands trembled in fright, and he almost threw away the things in his hands.

After seeing Miaoxi jumping down from the tree, her expression was complicated, and she retreated with a little vigilance: "What are you going to do?"

If Miaoxi appeared in another time and place, Zhang Maolin would definitely run as far as he could.But now his physical strength loss is too serious, and now both of them are trapped in the formation, there is no need for him to expend too much physical strength in order to avoid Miaoxi.He believed that Miaoxi thought the same way.So stay on hold for now.

Miaoxi: "You don't have to try it, it won't let anything with energy fly out of here."

Zhang Maolin: "What do you mean?"

Miaoxi: "This forest, this formation, is already alive. It is serving one person in the formation. As long as all the creatures in the formation are alive or have extremely strong spiritual power, don't even think about it. leave here."

Zhang Maolin heard something else from Miaoxi's introduction: "Do you know this formation?"

Miaoxi: "I don't know much about formations..."

Just as Zhang Maolin was about to show a disappointed expression, he heard Miaoxi continue: "But I know this very well. Because once, the previous owner of Yunxia Mountain who was killed by me once wanted to refine Yunxia Mountain into such a big one." Formation, take the whole cloud of summer mountain practitioners, the vitality of hundreds of millions of living beings, to help him overcome the calamity and ascend."

Zhang Maolin: "Then what happened next?"

Miaoxi: "I killed him later, and he was not allowed to build that formation. I know, I found the formation blueprint from the previous old immortal. I think that thing is a scourge, but the knife It couldn't be destroyed by chopping it with an axe, soaking it in water or burning it, so I stuffed it into the old man's cave and buried it in the ground."

Zhang Maolin: "Are you sure it's this formation?"

Miaoxi: "My ancestor, I have a photographic memory."

Zhang Maolin threw the assembled second fairy artifact back into his cloth bag, closed his eyes, gasped heavily and stopped talking.

Unlike Zhang Maolin whose complexion had turned pale, Miaoxi's complexion was ruddy and shiny, and she seemed not affected by this formation at all.Just looked at Zhang Maolin curiously: "You don't try anymore?"

Zhang Maolin closed his eyes and sat down to meditate again: "If it's useless, what do you try it for?"

Miaoxi's cat-like pupils turned, and she sat next to Zhang Maolin, reaching out to hug Zhang Maolin's shoulder.

Zhang Maolin, who would rather fall from the sky than fall into Miaoxi's hands again, did not hide this time.

Miaoxi was curious: "Why didn't you hide?"

Zhang Maolin still had his eyes closed, and his physical condition was so bad that he would have shortness of breath even when he sat down. With a blank expression on his face, he said softly, "Even if you do useless movements, you will waste your energy in vain."

Zhang Maolin is different from Miaoxi, Miaoxi can't see any abnormalities in his body now, but he is almost approaching the limit of his body.

My head is swollen, my breathing is short of breath, and every time I move, my body is screaming and my bones are moaning.It seemed that in the next second, he would die suddenly from exhaustion.

Every inch of my body was aching.

Muscle aches—it's a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time.If Miaoxi insists on doing something, even if she resists now, it won't be of much use. It's better to save her only physical strength and look for or wait for opportunities to appear.

Miaoxi saw the person in her arms sitting in meditation with her eyes closed, and her attention was immediately attracted by the trembling eyelashes on Zhang Maolin's pale face.

To be honest, Zhang Maolin looks ordinary, his figure is a little too thin, and his gray robe doesn't fit him well, like a sack on a bamboo pole.But he has a pair of divine eyes, and every time he speaks, you can see the stubbornness deep in his heart when you look at him.and persist.

The eyes were large, with dark pupils and long eyelashes.

Miaoxi counted the eyelashes of the person in her arms, and suddenly asked: "Why do you believe in name rights so much?"

Zhang Maolin did not speak this time.

He will no longer use his strength on useless consumption, so he might as well think about whether there are other ways to get out.

Miaoxi seemed to have seen through Zhang Maolin's thoughts, put her palm on Zhang Maolin's back, reversed the technique, and forcibly snatched a trace of spiritual energy from the huge mountain-like formation, and then entered Zhang Maolin's body when the formation did not respond.

Zhang Maolin snorted, feeling the injection of physical and spiritual power.

He opened his eyes and looked at Miaoxi with complicated expressions.

Miaoxi spat out a mouthful of blood, and poked Zhang Maolin's ribs with her elbow indifferently: "Tell me."

In just one day, Zhang Maolin's impression of Miaoxi has changed several times. First, he slandered the monster in charge, and then he became a shameless monster. Now, he has become an inexplicable demon cultivator.

Zhang Maolin glanced at the blood foam on the ground that was quickly absorbed by the land, and said, "The head of the sect saved the lives of all the people in our village."

Miaoxi:? ?

Zhang Maolin looked at Shang Miaoxi's eyes that could speak: "Our village is located in a remote location, but every hundred years there will be a genius with an exceptionally good spiritual root. And the demon cultivator is eyeing our village and wants to secretly sacrifice blood. The door was blocked, and the head of the village not only did not accept the gift from our village, but also killed my parents by the demon cultivator, and I, who was already homeless, took me up the mountain."

Miaoxi: "Take it up the mountain and throw you aside?"

Zhang Maolin frowned: "No, the master is just not good at expressing himself. He treats me very well in private, teaches me a lot of martial arts, and even gives me the elixir that suits me. It's just that the disciple may have misunderstood me..."

The more Zhang Maolin said, the more Miaoxi felt something was wrong. : "Do you have any friends in the Yunmen sect?"

Zhang Maolin: "The head said that there is no need for external interference on the journey of cultivating immortals."

Miaoxi: "That means you have no friends. Then do you live in a separate small courtyard?"

Zhang Maolin: "I haven't entered the inner door, so how can I have a small courtyard alone, it's just a woodshed."

Miaoxi grabbed Zhang Maolin's wrist and probed.

Let go for a moment, looking at Zhang Maolin's complicated expression: "Is the small village you mentioned called Boyi?"

Zhang Maolin didn't answer directly, but seeing Zhang Maolin's expression, Miaoxi already knew everything.

Miaoxi bit her lip: "Then do you know—"

Miaoxi, who originally wanted to conjecture, suddenly flashed into his mind the expression on Zhang Maolin's face when he entered the Yunmen faction, and every time he mentioned Quan's name, he would unconsciously reveal his admiration and admiration. trust.

Throat constricted.When the words came to his lips, they became: "That old thing still has time to do good things."

Zhang Maolin frowned and wanted to refute, but thinking of Miaoxi's words as a compliment, he glanced at his mouth and said nothing.

Miaoxi clenched her fist on one side.

Boyi Village is quite famous in Moxiu's side.But since the establishment of the association, there has been no Moxiu's idea of ​​fighting Bo Yi.

Bo Yi is indeed a genius, a genius who was taken away.

There is only one person born in a hundred years, with excellent spiritual root and extremely high talent, but his soul is unstable.If that person cultivates immortality, after the Nascent Soul, the soul will be directly kicked out of the body, and anyone can take it directly at that time.

Many demon cultivators knew that they would not be able to cross the thunder calamity, and they were unwilling to become loose immortals, so they approached the people of Boyi Village.

Listen to Zhang Maolin's situation again. He has no friends, lives in a remote place, and has clean social relations.All kinds of elixir and spirit grass are lowered.

Quan Ming is raising an apprentice...

Or are you raising a shell that can seize the house?