Into the Pirated Cultivation Text

After Rong Xin got the black paper fan, he quickly used the five wonderful bells to transmit the sound to Xuan Ce.

When it was dark, fireworks were lit in the five directions of northeast, southeast, northwest, southwest, and due east. These were the signal smoke bombs they agreed, which meant that the rest of the people had completed their preparations and set up the Qiankun formation.

Rong Xin was overjoyed, but strangely, the Taixu Sect in the middle remained silent for a long time.

"There shouldn't be any accidents, right?" Feng Tingyun and Ye Linran were both there, and both of them had such high strength, so no matter what, they could solve it, right?

Although Rong Xin thought so, he felt uneasy in his heart.

Xuan Ce sent a voice transmission to him, asking him to use the black paper fan as a countermeasure according to the formation method mentioned earlier.

Sheng Zun looked at him with folded arms, "Let you defend the formation? With your cultivation level, can you do it?"

When Rong Xin saw him and said sarcastic remarks, he couldn't help stabbing him, "The senior is here to guard! Now is the time for employing people, if the elders of the Taixu sect can spare their lives, there is no need for me to come here."

Rong Xin is not talking nonsense, the elders in the Taixu Sect have all gone their separate ways, Tianjin City has Xuan Ce and the Rong family guarding it, Linxian Sect has Xiao Yue and Lu Changming, Jialeng Temple has Ji Yuan and Feng Zhi, Dragon and Tiger Sect has Zhang Shi and Taoist Qingyang, Taixu Sect has Yan Dingshan and Feng Tingyun, only Hongyi Valley is left...

When Sheng Zun heard Rong Xin's clumsy provocative method, he snorted, "Do you think I am one of those famous and decent monks? With just a few words, I think I will work for you decent people who talk about morality. It's really a good idea." pole!"

Rong Xin thought to himself, I don't know who said that he didn't want to borrow the fan, but before he even said a word, the person threw the black paper fan into his hand.

Rong Xin ignored him, and put out the formation that Xuan Ce explained, and when he was sweating profusely, he drew all the mantras, and when the formation was closed, he planned to put the black paper fan that Sheng Zun gave him on the In the formation, Sheng Zun who was leaning on the side saw this and sneered, "You want to activate the Qiankun formation with a mere golden core stage cultivation? That hypocrite Xuan Ce is really big-hearted!"

Rong Xin didn't believe in evil, but when he stepped into the formation he set up, the light of the formation was dim, and there was no reaction at all.

While worrying, Rong Xin once again set his sights on Sheng Zun.

Sheng Zun seemed to be in the right mood, but he just didn't move and watched the excitement from the sidelines.Although he tried his best to pretend to be inscrutable, but at this time, Sheng Zun's appearance was young and his eyes and eyebrows were not as beautiful and domineering as before.

Rong Xin even wanted to pinch his pretty face, but thought that this man was like a color-changing lizard, who would speak sharply at every turn, and would bite someone when he was unhappy.

Rong Xin said helplessly, "Senior, you've come here, you've been watching for so long, it's time to make a move? The formations of the four directions have already gathered, and it's just our side..."

Sheng Zun snorted coldly, "If Wen Fengyin hadn't asked me, I wouldn't have paid attention to you sanctimonious hypocrites."

Rong Xin endured and endured, "Senior, I never said that I am a gentleman, so I don't need to pretend."

Sheng Zun glanced at him, his eyebrows fluttered, and he was very good-looking, but his mouth seemed mean, "It's full of scheming things."

Rong Xin endured the urge to roll his eyes. He held his breath and concentrated on trying to mobilize his spiritual power. He pressed his palms into the center of the formation. The light in the formation gradually brightened, but it slowly appeared that his mana was insufficient. Sweating, a red light behind him poured into the magic circle, and the black paper fan suddenly left the hands of the novice calmly.

The black fan returned to its place, and the magic circle was full of light, and the bright totem brilliance flowed. The entire magic circle continued to spread and enlarge, and a deep force flew away from the small building in the red valley.

"It's done." Looking at the formation, Rong Xin said in a low voice, "As expected of an ancient artifact, the black paper folding fan really has the power to move mountains and fill the sea. The Qiankun formation in the southwest is considered complete."

The disciples in the Red Clothes Valley seemed to be shocked by the formation of heaven and earth. They all stopped in place and looked towards the direction of the formation. The magic power was too deep. easily influenced.

"The universe moves, the stars move, how can such a formation have such magic power without the six great artifacts as the main objects?" Sheng Zun sat in the center of the formation, spiritual power fluttering from his body like silk, With the streamer in the formation slowly shining.

Rong Xin took a step forward, trying to step into the formation to help him share the strength of defending the formation. Unexpectedly, before he stepped in, Sheng Zun said coldly, "Hurry up and get out? Among the six formations, Taixuzong is the only one left behind." It's not lit yet. Hmph, you decent monks are really unreliable."

Rong Xin looked at the land of Middle Earth, and the doubts in his heart have not dissipated, but he was ordered by Xuan Ce to come to the Red Clothes Valley to set up an army. If he leaves at this time, if something happens to him, he deserves to die .

Sheng Zun saw his hesitation, his face became ugly, and the cinnabar mole between his brows became more and more dazzling, "Since I have made a move, I will never mess it up. Get back to Tai Xuzong quickly, if something goes wrong in the middle position, Let me waste my efforts, then I will definitely peel off your skin!"

Sheng Zun spoke sternly, Rong Xin was still hesitating, Wen Fengyin rushed over after dealing with the matter in the valley, and brought Li Fu and Xiao Wu behind him, "Rong Xianjun, go, we are here, we won't let you The priest is injured."

Xiao Wu, who still didn't understand the situation, saw Rong Xin with a look of seeing a ghost, "Didn't you already go to Jialeng Temple..."

Rong Xin didn't have time to explain to her, "Please everyone, I'll go back to Taishouchi to investigate the situation. If there is any trouble, please use the five wonderful bells to transmit the sound."

Rong Xin untied Wu Miao Ling and handed it to Wen Fengyin.

Sheng Zun sat in the formation and looked like he had nothing to do with himself, but the brilliance flowing around him required more spiritual power than Rong Xin could bear, so Rong Xin whispered behind Sheng Zun's back, "Thank you senior."

As soon as Rong Xin left, Sheng Zun slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Something that talks a lot."

Rong Xin kept going to the prefect's pool, and when he Yujian went up to the foot of the mountain, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Taixuzong was too quiet, and the last time Rong Xin came here was not so deserted, what happened?

Rong Xin went up the mountain all the way, and finally became a monk resting under a tree, "Fellow Daoist, what's going on? Are you injured?"

"Something went wrong..." the monk spit out black blood, followed the depression in his chest, "The two men in Taishouchi fought, and our head was injured by one of them, and now we are defending the formation in Taishouchi... ...I can't hold it any longer..."

When Rong Xin heard this, he felt even more disturbed. He walked up to the Taishou Pond with his sword all the way, and saw that the Yin spirit formation had formed a crouching dragon that was flying like a soaring dragon, only missing one tail. If it is done, the ghost will definitely take shape.

"There's not much time left," Rong Xin murmured.

Yan Dingshan and several elders were under the Taishou Pond. His face was pale and the corners of his lips were bleeding. The elder's spiritual power has obviously been absorbed.

"Master Yan, what happened? Where are my senior and junior?"

"The lord of Nanjiang and Mr. Zezhu fought, and they have already reached the top of Miyin Peak... There seems to be something wrong with the Guangling mirror that Mr. Zezhu handed over. All the elders and I were seriously injured by the backlash of the Guangling mirror in this magic circle. " Yan Dingshan covered his chest and said.

"Why is there something wrong with the Guangling mirror..." He obviously checked it!

Yan Dingshan shook his head, "Yan doesn't know what happened, Yan believes that Mr. Zezhu would not do such a thing, but the Lord of Nanjiang believes that he has tampered with in Guangling mirror, he saw us Everyone was injured in the formation, and Ze Zhu-jun's words provoked them to raise their swords and fight him."

Rong Xin, the first and the second, said, "I'm going to persuade the fight, please trouble Master Yan to hold on for a while, I have already sent a signal to Master!"

Rong Xin was planning to go up to Miyin Peak with his sword, but Feng Tingyun and Ye Linran hit the prefect pool again.

The two of them could hardly see swords and swords. They were purely competing for spiritual power. The blades of the two divine swords criss-crossed in the air, which was more intense than when they were in Linxianzong last time.

Seeing this, Rong Xin felt absurd, the two were no longer hostile, and Feng Tingyun hadn't threatened Ye Linran any more, so why did they have to fight to the death?

Rong Xin felt that since he came out in Xiangshuiyuan, the relationship between the two was not quite right. In Jialeng Temple, Ye Linran had no choice but to compete with Feng Tingyun's Lingyun sword with private soldiers. Ting Yun angered Ye Linran because of burning the mountain, what about this time?

What is the reason this time?

Xie Sifang's yin spirit formation is about to be completed, aren't these two nervous?

"stop!"

Rong Xin didn't have a weapon in his hand. Long Lingbian automatically sealed his spiritual consciousness because of his death, and his whereabouts are still unknown. The iron sword he bought at the foot of the mountain has long been chopped into several pieces by Ling Yunjian. The broken sword that was picked up somewhere, was blown apart by Ze Zhu's sword energy before it joined the battle between the two of them.

Rong Xin almost vomited blood.

"If you don't stop, I won't be polite!" Rong Xin frantically took out the paper talisman from his arms, and hundreds of paper cranes floated up from the air, pecking at the eyes of the two.

The two with red eyes gradually stopped.

Feng Tingyun's fingertips were bleeding, and the dark red blood dripped down the Lingyun sword, and the snow-white and shiny Lingyun sword instantly dyed the blade red.

Ye Linran over there was not much better, his face was scratched at some point, and a red mark appeared on his handsome face. With his stubborn expression of pursing his lips, he really felt aggrieved.

Feng Tingyun said coldly, "Why are you in the same class as Xie Sifang? Then how to unlock the spell on the Guangling Mirror?"

Rong Xin saw that the Guangling Mirror in Feng Tingyun's hand had been darkened at some point, and there was a scarlet black line on the mirror surface, turning it into a dusty mirror.

"What's going on here? Junior brother, it was fine when I gave it to you?" Rong Xin asked anxiously.

Ye Linran stood on the edge of Miyin Pavilion, facing Rong Xin, "Rong'er, I don't know, it was indeed fine when I handed it over to senior brother."

Rong Xin asked, "Are you saying that the Guangling mirror has problems because it was placed in the formation? Who else took over?"

In Rong Xin's eyes, it is impossible for Ye Linran to do anything to Guangling Mirror, let alone to cast Yinling together with Xie Sifang and others.

Feng Tingyun stared at Ye Linran, "No one has touched it."

Rong Xin felt that this matter was even more bizarre, "Little brother, what about before that? Did you lend it to anyone? Would you thank Sifang? Could he have tampered with it?"

Ye Linran put away Zezhu Sword, "No, Rong'er, I keep your things all the time, and I won't pass them on to others."

Rong Xin is now worried, what is going on with the restraint in the mirror?

Feng Tingyun didn't trust Ye Linran from the beginning to the end, so he summoned Ling Yunjian to point at him, "I don't believe you. If you didn't do it, why would you fight back?"

Hearing what Feng Tingyun said, Ye Linran smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Senior brother is really joking, he still doesn't move when someone points a sword at him, so he wants to be slaughtered? Rong'er, don't you think so?"

Rong Xin also said, "Brother, there may be some misunderstanding. When I asked my brother to hand it over to you, Guangling Jing was obviously in good condition, and he would not do such a thing. Put down the sword, and we will think about a solution."

Now that the Yinling formation is about to be completed, how can there be internal strife at this juncture?

Maybe this is another conspiracy by Xie Sifang?

But before Rongxin finished speaking, Feng Tingyun replied with a stern face, "Don't let him go, he has a different heart."

Ye Linran smiled unabated, "Brother said that I have a different heart, don't you think you don't? The Northern Territory is in chaos, and the southern border will be the first day, you lead all the monsters and demon cultivators Taixuzong to participate in the Fangdou Conference, don't you?" Just to watch the fun?"

The air around Feng Tingyun turned cold, but Ye Linran didn't panic at all, "Senior brother was wrong, apart from me, you obviously moved this Guangling Mirror, did I say something wrong?"

Yan Dingshan, who was under the large formation of Yin spirits, also said, "Yes, Mr. Zezhu is right, and Yan has also seen it."

Rong Xin followed everyone's gaze to Feng Tingyun.