Abandoned son to become god

The ancestor of Yishan had never seen such a brazen person before, but Huluo Pingyang was bullied by a dog, so he could only smile and said: "This magic weapon is called six dice. To activate it, you not only need a strong Yuan force , but also rely on the master's own imagination."

Seeing Shen Qi's dazed look, the ancestors of Yishan suddenly felt that the rotten wood could not be carved, so they simply turned into a divine consciousness, shooting out a few beams of light, lighting up thousands of oil lamps on the stone wall, and the light merged into an ocean and flowed into Shen Qi's feet The magic circle, the vertical magic circle immediately shifted and moved into a circular magic circle.

A layer of white mist as thin as cicada's wings rose from under Shen Qi's feet, quickly wrapping him into a ball, and at the same time, the surrounding white mist also dispersed at this moment.

Yishan Patriarch said: "Use your most powerful moves against this white mist."

Shen Qidao: "I didn't bring my dagger."

Patriarch Yishan was speechless and said, "You, a monk, haven't practiced kung fu?"

Shen Qi bowed his head and said nothing, the Yishan patriarch really felt pain in his heart, he barely swallowed the urge to vomit blood and said: "This white mist is equivalent to a protective formation, but the original fog sea formation is to swallow breath energy , so you understand?"

Shen Qi pondered for a moment and said: "You mean, use Yuanli to connect with the oil lamp on the stone wall, find out the relevant laws and activate the corresponding formation?"

Patriarch Yishan nodded and said, "Since you already know it, let's start practicing."

With a wave of his sleeves after speaking, all the oil lamps on the stone wall were extinguished, and Shen Qi returned to the darkness again. He frowned slightly, mobilized the remaining energy in his dantian, and shot towards the stone wall. Just as he lit an oil lamp, the light of the oil lamp suddenly turned into a sharp arrow shoot at him.

Shen Qi's pupils narrowed slightly, he hastily dodged two of them, and the third one directly brushed against his arm, causing him to grin his mouth in pain.

The ancestor of Yishan gloated and said: "You have to be careful, once the oil lamp on this stone wall is lit wrongly, it will turn into a sharp knife and take people's lives. If you are outside, you may still have a chance to survive, but this is in the sea of ​​consciousness. Be careful and you will become an idiot."

Shen Qi's face was pale, and he understood the meaning of the ancestor of Yishan, but now was not the time to retreat, so he continued to adjust with his knees crossed, absorbing the energy, and went round and round, trying to find the law of the oil lamp.

However, Liu Dice was once the natal magic weapon of the ancestor of Yishan, and the ancestor of Yishan was also a demon cultivator.

So what was attracted by Shen Qi was not only the pure elements, but also the frightening magic power.

Zong Heng looked indifferent, and waved his sleeves to shake out hundreds of icy sword blades that circled to the place where the magic power came out, freezing them and covering them with a barrier to prevent the movement of this room from being perceived by others.

Looking at Shen Qi again, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips were pale, and his expression was ugly. It was obvious that he was tortured by the magic weapon, but Zong Heng didn't say anything, he just quietly guarded Shen Qi beside him.

After four days in a row like this, the old ghost reported the affairs of the nearest pavilion at the enchantment exchange, and also mentioned that Mo Dao hadn't gone out for many days, so there might be some problems.

Zong Heng was silent for a moment and said: "Don't worry about it for now."

The old ghost continued: "The Immortal Venerable has tried his best to procrastinate, but it has reached the limit. If Shen Qi fails to bring the three-headed snake back tomorrow, he will be disqualified from entering the martial arts school."

Just as Zong Heng was about to say something, he felt the strong fluctuation of the Yuan force in the room, like overwhelming the sea. He frowned slightly, moved his fingertips slightly, and forcibly suppressed the magic power stimulated by the strong Yuan force, and said: "It seems that there is still time .”

As soon as the words fell, the door behind Zong Heng was opened.