Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

When Shi Yuan woke up, the cave where they lived was covered by a layer of light.

It was broad daylight.

A curtain of vines hangs down from the rock wall, rustling in the morning breeze, and the fragrance of the clear and spiritual vegetation of the mountains leaks from the overlapping leaves.

There is no spiritual fluctuation in the cave, only a few long breaths rising and falling.

Presumably it was because they repeatedly traversed the chaotic time sequence in this inner demon formation, and invisibly consumed too much energy, otherwise it would be really rare to see the scene where the cultivators fell asleep together.

Shi Yuan looked around, but did not see Shen Zhexue.

Last night, Shen Zhexue promised them that they would get up early and go out in battle. These words were like a solid anchor in everyone's hearts. They didn't have to worry about what would happen tomorrow, and they could lie down for the night with peace of mind.

A breeze came outside the cave, Shi Yuan got up silently, and pushed aside the vine leaves like a green curtain.

The sky is full of green grass, the sky is high and the ground is wide, and the blue cirrus clouds recede outwards, opening a cloud window outlined in gold, and the bright sun burst out.

Shen Zhexue was standing on the lawn on the hillside, using her finger as a pen to outline a huge floating formation.

There are no symbolic totems in his circle, he only draws with his pen, and the bright light sprinkles from the vibration of his sleeves, as if he is wiping the dust on the sun disk, blowing off the fire, but it falls to the ground like a green grass sprout .

The circle is too complicated, with thousands of lines and runes superimposed, it is definitely not something that can be done overnight.

Shen Zhexue pinched her fingers several times to figure out the direction of the flow of spiritual power, added several times, and finally received the last sum in the air.

Shi Yuan held his breath.

His master stood in front of the magnificent golden pattern pattern, pinched his neck muscles backwards with one hand, and then pushed Dazhui acupoint on Fengfu acupoint. Engineering took a deep breath.

Then he flipped his hands and didn't know what he did, his body swayed suddenly, and he took half a step back. An icicle rose from the ground, supporting his tendency to lean back.

The aura of the wood element soared, and the green duckweed under Shen Zhexue's feet grew wildly, wrapping around him intimately.

He picked up the ancient wood spirit core with one hand and sent it into the center of the spirit array.

The spiritual array suddenly expanded several times, reflecting the golden sky, even to the point of overwhelming the sky.

The formation slowly rotated, and Shen Zhexue leaned against the icicle that was gradually melting, and smiled softly.

Shi Yuan turned his head and looked towards the direction of the cave. The green vine barrier outside the cave isolated the waves from the outside world, sending only the cool morning breeze.

His nose was sore, he turned his head back into the hole, sat down again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After another hour, several people slowly woke up.

Shui Qingqian gave a huff and looked around, "Where's Elder Shen?"

In front of the cave gate, Shen Zhexue knocked on the mountain wall and said: "Wake up early, everyone, the array is open."

Yuan Xiyan stared at the backlit figure at the entrance of the cave without moving.

He has a sense with the eyes of the formation, and the formation has no lethality in his heart, but this is Yuan Qi's obsession, and it is a catastrophe that he can't let go of before he dies.

The maze formed by life and death is locked into a death formation, which goes round and round, endlessly.

Shen Zhexue leaned against the mountain wall with her sleeves, "Let's go, I want to take all of you back so that I won't lose my job."

Shui Qingqian walked out and saw the huge formation, exclaiming again and again, it doesn't know anything about rune formation, and praised: "It's so beautiful!"

"Elder Shen, where did you get your spiritual power?" Xie Zhuchun was not as clear as water, and immediately realized, "Your spiritual root..."

"I'm not the real wood spirit root." Shen Zhexue waved his hand, "I just can't change it for you in the future, but it's a pity that it belongs to Taiqingzong, don't worry about me."

He raised his chin, "But don't take it lightly, there is still a way to find after you go back."

Shi Yuan held onto Shen Zhexue's sleeve, a white light flickered in front of his lowered eyes, and a flower with transparent leaves was presented to him.

Shuangxue condensed the hearts of the branches and leaves, and Shen Zhexue smiled and said: "I left one for you, go back and tie it into a pendant on the sword, calm down and nourish your energy, I am the only one, there is no other colony."

When Shen Zhexue was tired of listening to the deep rain, she noticed that Shi Yuan seemed to like tidying up these flowers and plants.

This hobby is full of health preservation, although it does not match Shi Yuan's age, but it is beneficial and harmless to him.

The cultivation of the demon race is more prone to madness than other races. Under the backlash of the karma of heaven, Shi Yuan's spiritual roots are dormant and dangerous, not to mention the inexplicable evil seeds.

Sometimes Shen Zhexue even hoped to let him return to the mundane world and live a normal life.

But since the apprentice took the path of cultivation, Shen Zhexue also respected his choice.

Tired of hearing that Shi Yuan was taking care of the flowers and trees in the deep rain, Shen Zhexue let him go, and set up a coffin shed in the courtyard to shelter from the rain all year round.

When he was not in class, he also built a pergola and a fence behind the study, and sometimes he would squat in front of the flowers and poke the round and lovely buds, asking Shi Yuan what kind of species it was.

The master and the apprentice became gardeners, tired of hearing that the deep rain is no longer a lonely peak named after the abundant rain, but has become a place with fragrance, hot pot, and undefeated flowers in all seasons.

When Shen Zhexue chose to pretend to be a spiritual root, Gu Mu's heart was very high. Shen Zhexue begged Shiye for worship, and in a flash, he thought of listening to the sea of ​​flowers planted by his apprentice in the deep rain.

When he stood up again, a wooden core was contained in the green leaves of the ancient wood.

Shi Yuan put the flower into the red bracelet and wanted to speak several times.

Shui Qingqian waved in front of the big formation, Shen Zhexue responded, took advantage of the situation and took his apprentice's wrist, saying: "Here we come!"

The golden gate rotated slowly in the already bright sky, Shen Zhexue said: "This is a non-fixed teleportation, pointing to the place where the spiritual energy is most abundant, so we may not be able to return to the soul-calling room, although the spiritual energy is sufficient to prevent evil spirits, But the variables are hard to say, and we still have to be prepared.”

Everyone cheered up one after another, Shen Zhexue stroked the door, and said in a low voice: "Open—"

The aura in front of his eyes was shining brightly, and the virtual scene of the old dream melted away inch by inch behind him.

When I felt down-to-earth again, the demon formation had already emerged.

Shen Zhexue looked around, seeing a strange scene, and she really didn't return to the soul summoning room accurately.

They are now in a solemn palace.

There are no windows on the four sides of this hall, the ground is covered with sapphire stone bricks, the warp and weft are intertwined, the top of the cloud rises high and the jade beams cross across, and the center of the top hangs upside down. Thousands of hollowed out silver flower cups hang upside down, and each pinched branch lamp is embedded with a bowl-sized pearl.

Those pearls made a flower heart, like hanging down from the Milky Way, awe-inspiring for no reason.

The two walls of the left and right hands are densely engraved with words on the entire wall, one wall is written with the names of people with titles, and the other wall is engraved with exhortations to exhort future generations.

The most eye-catching thing is a huge stone door on the front, the spiritual light flows on the door, and the silver Linghui draws out the pattern of tangled branches and silver flowers. .

Shen Zhexue's fingertips lightly touched the door, and he felt a sharp pain crawling down his arm. Those silver branches and spiritual power grew like living things, and the branches climbed up his arm and printed into the skin.

Seeing this, Shi Yuan exclaimed, grabbed Shen Zhexue's hand tightly, and tore it away from it.

Shen Zhexue looked at the branches on her arm and the pattern on the back of her hand, "It's the ancient Fengxie."

Shi Yuan hurriedly pulled the master back and let him stand behind him, Shen Zhexue shook his head, and said: "Stupid apprentice, it's just the echo of the same formation, don't panic."

His eyes shifted, and he looked at Xie Zhuchun, who had become distraught since entering the hall, and sighed softly: "There is no need to guess the eyes of the real Hanshan formation."

Yuan Xiyan mistakenly believed that his father was the leader of the formation, but it was later confirmed that this was not the case.

Nowadays, there are very few records in the cultivation world about the Great Formation of Sealing Evil, and many theories are echoed by others.

According to legend, the three sects are all selected by the Dao of Heaven, and the Dao of Heaven, which is similar to fate, must use special selection conditions to convey the candidates who can be the eye of the formation.

And whether this candidate is permanent or changeable, and what the chance of selection is, the world is even more unknown.

Even Shen Zhexue didn't know the principles of these three large formations in detail.

He has no memory of Peak Master Shen, and he doesn't know how that person opened the ancient seal of evil under Taiqingzong back then, but with the spiritual power of the sect now, Shen Zhexue can't help feeling that this Peak Master Shen is too It's so fierce, I dare to break through, and I'm not afraid of being knocked out of my wits.

Shen Zhexue pulled away Xie Zhuchun who was standing stupidly in front of the door, and said with a sigh, "Do you want to die?"

Xie Zhuchun is the incarnation of the sword spirit, although he has become a human fetus, but the forceful formation will inevitably have some influence on him.

Even Shui Qingqian, who borrowed Pei Jing's shell, wanted to avoid it subconsciously, but he didn't realize it, and just stared at the door.

"It really contains mountains and clouds..."

Xie Zhuchun blinked, his usual carefree appearance was gone, he was still pulled by Shen Zhexue, but looked at him bewilderedly, and repeated: "It's really here."

As smart as Xie Zhuchun, he could more or less guess based on the clues that this incident was also related to the formation. The emperor Jiangxi had already been targeted once, and this time it was nothing more than the grand formation of Taiqingzong or Hanshan.

Enduring the discomfort, Shui Qingqian approached, and asked cautiously, "Brother Xiang, is he in there?"

Xie Zhuchun closed his eyes, pressed his hands close to his sides, his breathing became short and urgent, and he nodded with difficulty.

Shi Yuan and Shen Zhexue looked at the door engraved with seals at the same time.

If there are still some vague legends about the three seals, then there are very few records about Xiang Guchun, almost none.

There is only one sentence in Hanshan's annals, "The disciples of Xiangyinli", and the rest of the exercises were not mentioned in his life. Afterwards, all the disciples of Xiangyinli died in battle, and people guessed that he was one of them. Those who studied the old history decided his life and death .

Shi Yuan and Shen Zhexue only searched for his records for special reasons. When people in the comprehension world mentioned the word "Gu Chun", the first thing they thought of was the famous Gu Chunjian. As for such a person, almost few people knew the point.

Who would have thought that this person would actually be the eye of Hanshan's formation.

Shen Zhexue said in a low voice: "Back off."

He didn't intend to appease Xie Zhuchun, the sword spirit's feelings for the sword master could not be comforted by his words at the moment.

The aura in the hall suddenly soared.

Before everyone could react in time, they heard a rustling sound like insects and ants gathering from the other side of the hall.

Shen Zhexue shivered, "It's ghost spirit!"

Thin black mist covered the silver lamps on the zenith, and in the depths of the hall, densely packed ghosts drifted in and out, but they were not the usual lumps, but condensed into different shapes, crawling on the ground, flying in the sky, all four different shapes , but all of them have a fishy smell, and they are evil ghosts that have devoured lives.

There are so many of them that they have the potential to become an army of ghosts.

Shen Zhexue's spiritual energy swept across, and the cold air in the hall spread to all directions.

"Master!" Shi Yuan whispered, Shen Zhexue's hair was covered with frost and snow, adding a gray color, and the door behind her was silver light frequently.

Shen Zhexue pressed the silver pattern that climbed up her neck, and couldn't help sighing in a low voice, "This thing is designed to attack me."

With a move of his sleeves, the thick ice curtain was pulled up on the ground. At the same time, the ghost army was restless and charged in their direction.

Behind them is an ancient gate that seals evil, and in front of them is a sudden army of ghosts.

There is no way out for the two.

This is a fight in a urn!

Peach Spirit Secret Realm.

Accompanied by the "thin purple clothes" of gnashing teeth, Tuesday edged the wooden pestle to the ground and stood up straight.

Several sharp lenses were pierced into Qin Guzhen's waist, barely protecting the wound with spiritual power.

There were bursts of blackness in front of her eyes, and she climbed up with a strong sense of powerlessness.

Xiang Jun still showed mercy to her subordinates, but Jun Rujing was always withdrawn and cold, and would never stay behind anyone in the presence of the emperor's son Jiangxi who watched flowers across the water.

After all, it is rumored that his spiritual roots are sparse, that he can touch the sky with his hands, that he has proclaimed himself a star for seventy years, and is a devout believer in divination.

If he hadn't formed a pact with the head of Hanshan and stepped down from the altar, Qin Guzhen even thought that he would be No.1 in the ascension of the Sifangjie.

"Bo Ziyi, I haven't seen you for many years." Zhou Tui said in a hoarse voice, "You have become like this."

The tip of Yuanmu's sword pointed directly at Mr. Jing, Jun Rujing's long hair was scattered, and the black clothes scattered cold light in the reflection of countless mirrors.

His glass-like eyeballs turned slightly, and fell on the embarrassed Jianxiu in front of him.

The strength of the two is very different, but they are equally divided.

The cold wind suddenly blows, and the peach blossoms wither.

Qin Guzhen felt more and more surprised, and thought: Who is he?

Taking a deep breath on Tuesday, the Yuanmu sword cut through his palm, and the blood dripped down.

"What is that...spiritual power?" Qin Gu was really surprised.

Jun Rujing also moved at this time!

He flipped his palms and raised his sleeves, and withdrew the sky-filled mirror formation. He actually strode forward, holding the cold blade, and wanted to fight Tuesday in close quarters.

On Tuesday, his left leg retreated, drawing a deep mark in the soil, and at the same time, he flattened his sword on his chest, and turned his body for half a circle, unexpectedly avoiding Jun Rujing's menacing forward stab.

Blocking with one arm, changing from chopping to picking, the move "Turning Cranes into Blue Clouds" comes easily.

"Hanshan swordsmanship!" Qin Guzhen stared blankly, a rush of blood rushed to her nose, she quickly concentrated, but saw Leng Wenyan, who was limp under the tree, looking at her from a distance.

The two minds miraculously communicate with each other.

It's not easy to shake a tree, but there is no way before and after, so there is no difference.

They each stood in one of the three positions, only one side away from Tuesday's side.

As soon as Qin Guzhen gritted her teeth, the aura flowed from her fingertips.

On Tuesday, he exchanged several tricks with Jun Rujing, and Jun Jing was murderous. On Tuesday, he defended well, and with his superb Hanshan swordsmanship, he even fought to a tie with Jun Rujing.

But on Tuesday, after all, his strength was insufficient, and he was rushed several meters by the spiritual energy, knocking away a large peach branch.

Bo Ziyi used every move to target the key points, using one hand as a pincer, grabbed Tuesday's neck, and slammed him into a peach tree, falling flowers, he raised his arm to pick up the person in front of him, and tightened his fingers!

"Ugh!" Regardless of the severe pain in his neck, Tuesday stabbed the ground with a sword and shouted, "Quick—"

Leng Wenyan and Qin Guzhen poured all their spiritual power into the formation eyes at the same time.

Amidst the loud noise, Taolin moved again, rushing towards the lake of heavy sorrow!