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In the singing, Night Breeze gradually became sweet and greasy.

While singing soft songs, the spirits observed Song Qianji with cold and sticky eyes, calmly assessing the danger level of this new monk.

Jingmei likes to eat the flesh and blood of monks, but she is wise, cunning and suspicious. She is not a low-level monster with only instincts.Seeing him smashing the protective formation at first, he didn't approach him for a while.

"He's not the same person." The voice was sharp and thin, like long fingernails sliding across the solid ice, "Look at his eyes, he's not afraid of us."

After the protective array was shattered, leaving behind the remaining array materials and bases, Song Qianji picked out the usable ones with a long knife, and added a few items from Xian Jianchen's storage bag, and put them together, and put them together. new array.

A rough voice sounded from behind: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Song is a formation master. This formation looks like it's about to crack, and I'm worried that it won't last for two days. Now there is a fellow Daoist repairing the protective shield, so we don't need to worry about it."

"Understand a little bit." Song Qianji looked back, in addition to the casual cultivator who was talking, there were also a priest from an aristocratic family, two female cultivators from the Xianyin Sect, and two female cultivators from the Huaxi School, a total of six people.

The six greeted Song Qianji, and after introducing themselves, they looked coldly at each other.

Originally, they didn't need to introduce them again, except for the two people from Xianyinmen, he had already dealt with these people in his previous life.

The highest state is enshrined by the aristocratic family, in the late Yuanying period, with long eyebrows and beard, sallow complexion, and the natal magic weapon is black and white double mace.He is young and self-confident, calling himself "Old Zheng", and Song Qianji called him "Old Zheng" in his previous life.

Sanxiu is a dark-faced man, as strong as a cow, speaks in a rough voice, and uses a purple gold axe.There were four members surnamed Liu in the casual repair team. Song Qianji couldn't tell the names, so he called him "Liu San".

The two female cultivators of the Huaxi School wore double buns, one wore carmine and the other wore willow green. They were twin sisters.The elder sister is Yinzhu, and the younger sister is Hanbi.They use the same soft sword and practice the same kung fu, Song Qianji can only distinguish the two by the color of their clothes.

The remaining two from Xianyin Sect were wearing plain dresses and a fence on their heads, and it was just now that one of them called herself Mu Xia.

The other person was tall and thin, and he remained silent when he was introduced by his junior sister. In the end, he only said his name: "He Yun".

Song Qianji was taken aback. Among the female cultivators of the Xianyin Sect, is there anyone willing to use such a simple name?

The aristocratic family enshrined Old Zheng, who was well-informed and stroked his long beard: "From the old man's point of view, this formation is not like the original protective formation, but a trap formation?"

"It's a labyrinth-shaped formation, but its range is not large..." Song Qianji hadn't finished speaking, and the spirits of the surrounding hills couldn't bear it any longer, and launched the first round of attacks.

Hundreds of spirits lifted their toes off the ground, their blue hair fluttering, like a black cloud blocking the sky and moonlight, they flew towards the ice cave.

Everyone surrounded Song Qianji, looking calm.

They can support until now, and each has the means to resist the phantom of Jingmei's singing voice, as long as they don't fight these things head-on...

"Ah!" Liu San screamed, "Where did it come from!"

The pale and strangely beautiful face was suddenly close at hand, and the nails longer than three inches almost pierced his eyelids.He slashed out with an axe, but the robe was still torn apart by Jingmei, leaving three bone-deep wounds on his right arm, bleeding gurglingly.

The other Jingmei pounced on the bloody smell, but was blown away by the black scabbard.

Song Qianji said: "Be careful, out of hundreds of animals, there will always be a few that find the exit of the maze by mistake."

Lao Zheng called out his maces, and said angrily, "It's not that the range is not big, it's not at all!"

"Since the formation is useless." Liu San rolled his eyes, "It's hard work for everyone to support for a while, I will hurry to invite the supervisor from the Midnight Court!"

After that, he turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Seeing the spirits rushing in continuously, who wants to stay here to die.

Only one can fight them.

Ziye Manjusri has been fighting alone because of his powerful combat power far surpassing others.

Even Nascent Soul Priest who is in the same realm as him, dare not say that he can survive [-] strokes under his hands, so he is even more unwilling to fight side by side with him, making himself seem inferior to a young man.

The stronger he is, the more others feel that he is useless.The more silent you are, the more others feel that it should be taken for granted.

In addition, his face was too pale and expressionless all the year round, even if he was seriously injured, people around him would not be able to see any changes in him.

Now most of the people in the cave are still waiting for him to take care of him properly and lead everyone out of the tight encirclement.

Song Qianji let out a soft "Yeah" when he heard the words, and said regretfully, "Good idea. Too bad it's too late."

He waved the black scabbard, raised the knife and dropped it: "I said I understand a little, but I am not good at learning. I wanted to set up a trap, but who knows if I can enter or not out after the formation is locked."

"Song Xun, what do you mean?" Liu San cursed, "Do you want to kill us?"

If it wasn't for the entanglement of Jingmei, his ax would have already struck Song Xun.

The two nuns of the Huaxi School pulled out the accessories on their waists and turned them into two silvery soft swords.

Yin Zhu said: "If he wants to harm you, how could he be here. The most urgent thing is to find a way to get out and contact fellow Taoist Ziye."

Hanbi said: "Song Daoyou is the one who set up the formation, and there must be a way to withdraw the formation."

This trapped formation completely covers the entrance of the cave, and if the spirits outside want to enter the cave, they must break through the formation.

And the seven people were in the formation again, bearing the brunt of the attack.

Jingmei, who is more than a thousand years old, is the top hunter in the secret realm.The black hair that hangs down to the ground is as strong as the body of a snake, which can break the neck of a monk; the fangs are sharp, which can crush the tempered bones of a monk, and the long nails are like swords, which can tear apart the robes embroidered with runes like paper .

Song Qianji said: "We are in the center of the formation, surrounded by ever-changing labyrinth barriers, Jingmei has entered the formation and surrounded us heavily. If we withdraw from the formation..." He didn't need to finish.

——After withdrawing the formation, how to kill it?

The female cultivators of the Huaxi faction stopped talking, and the two stood back to back, swinging the soft sword impenetrably, propping up a semicircle barrier of sword light.

"Going out is death." Liu San cursed a curse, "Winning here is nothing more than dying a few moments too late!"

The others were aroused by this remark, so they stopped hiding their secrets and summoned their magic weapons and attacking talismans and threw them out.

I just want to delay for a while longer, praying that Ziye Manjusri will feel relieved and come out to visit.

For a while, there was the sound of an explosion, and there was a colorful light.

"There is another way." Song Qianji said.

"Then what are you waiting for, are you waiting to go to the grave of the Lord?" Liu San shouted.

"Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me." Mu Xia stood beside her fellow student He Yun, with countless protective amulets on her body, just trying to dodge in embarrassment.

When Liu San saw such a rich net worth, he immediately became jealous.

In He Yun's hand, a white silk fluttered in the air, resisting the attack of Jingmei.But this is not her natal magic weapon, so it looks a little stiff.

"This formation is called 'Big Dipper Trapped Killing Formation'. It can be trapped and killed. It's just that a few pieces of the formation were missing, and the killing formation was difficult. We happen to have seven people. According to my arrangement, each of the seven stars will stand If one person presses the formation, the power can be multiplied by seven times with the change of my formation. It should not be a problem to support it until dawn." Song Qianji said.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Yin Zhu smiled and said: "Idiot, there is such a good way, don't tell me sooner!"

"After forming a killing formation, the seven people's breaths are connected, and their power is doubled, but they are all injured." Song Qianji said.

Liu San said in a hurry: "I know that there is no such thing as a free supper in the world. That's better than waiting to die."

Old Zheng said: "We are trapped here tonight, we are already grasshoppers on the same boat."

He Yundao: "I, Xianyin Sect and I are here, and I am willing to listen to the orders of fellow Taoists."

Hearing her "calm and dignified" tone, Hanbi felt it was pretentious, and got goosebumps all over her body: "Stop talking nonsense, life is the most important thing."

"Then let's give it a try." Song Qianji said, "Zheng Daoyou is in charge of Tianshu, Immortal Yinzhu is in Tianxuan, Hanbi is in Tianji, I am in Tianquan, Zheng Daoist is in Yuheng, Xianyin How about the two fairies of the gate, Kaiyang and Yaoguang respectively?"

Others should have said yes, but Old Zheng shouted: "Song Daoist, wait a minute, I'm not good at learning formations, and I can still count stars. I have the highest level of cultivation, and I should be in the most important and dangerous position of Heavenly Authority at the junction of the Big Dipper and the handle. The two fairies of Xianyin Sect, who major in the way of rhythm, have the weakest combat power, so they should be placed separately. And the Xueren knife in your hand is the most lethal, so you should kill the Xingyu balance..."

When everyone heard the words, they knew it all at once.

He Yundao: "Fellow Daoist Song should consider how to form the strongest formation, and should not worry about our relationship with each other! I would like to stand next to the two fellow Daoists of the Huaxi Sect."

Yin Zhu said: "Whether it is life or death, it depends on tonight. Our Huaxi Sect is also willing to join hands with Xianyinmen to fight against the enemy."

"Okay." Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief and rearranged his position.

The seven people threw themselves into the forest like birds and stood still.

The breath in the formation is flowing, and the seven places are shining like stars, and everyone's pressure is relieved.

Mu Xia said via voice transmission: "Senior Sister, this is strange. How could it be such a coincidence that all seven of us were injured, did he do it on purpose?"

He Yun looked at Song Xun's back: "How did he know that we would come with seven people? He arranged this formation. If he intends to harm others, he can put himself outside the formation."

Song Qianji did not lie.

A few people come here tonight, what kind of formation is here, he can adjust and change the formation at any time.

Without the Big Dipper Array, there are also "eight-door golden locks, nine-character chains, and ten-direction Rakshasa", even if twenty people come, he can still arrange it clearly.

Unless the opponent's formation skills are better than his, it will not disrupt his plan.

As for those who are really stronger than him, they are still drinking life-sustaining medicine in Ziyun Temple.

The good times didn't last long, more and more spirits poured into the formation, and the seven of them were dripping with cold sweat.

He Yun suddenly heard Song Qianji's voice, but not to himself, but to monks from other stars.

He was teaching them how to fight.

The morale of the other star positions has been greatly boosted, and they are even more powerful.

In this way, the two weakest drags are the Xianyin Gate.

He Yun frowned slightly.

If they survive this night, when these people go back, they will pass on the harvest to their fellow disciples, and everyone will rush into the battle to watch the night.

If things go on like this, only the Xianyinmen can get nothing.

It is not known whether she will live or die tonight, but she has thought deeply about the situation that will change in a few days.

"The two fairies don't need to consume the defensive magic weapon anymore, and take out the musical instrument that is convenient." Song Qianji said.

He Yun's voice pierced through the special fence and was indistinct: "Song Daoyou, this thing is not a human being, and the Tianyin technique we practiced is of limited use to it. Let alone the two of us, even if we play together in the cave, it's just a drop in the bucket." .”

Song Qianji said: "If you have an extra musical instrument, throw me one."

Something was thrown in the air, it was a purple bamboo piccolo.Compared with the wealth of the two of them, this thing is really rough and simple.

Song Qianji didn't dislike it either: "I'll play a piece, you two don't care about their singing, you should only play my piece."

Mu Xia and He Yun didn't move, still holding the defensive shields in their hands.

Old Zheng said anxiously: "Don't hesitate, you two. Song Xun is the master of this formation. When we use the technique, he will be able to feel where the shortcomings are. Song Daoyou has learned a lot. According to what he said, it is not suitable for you People must benefit."

Mu Xia cautiously looked in He Yun's direction.I thought to myself, how can your method of martial arts cultivation be the same as that of music cultivation?

Do you know who this "He Yun" is in front of you?

In front of her, do you dare to say that you understand music?

"Fellow Daoist Song, do you understand music?" He Yun's tone was a bit strange.

"Understand a little." Song Qianji put the bamboo flute to his lips.

A clear, melodious flute sound floated out, like birds chirping in the sky.