The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

boom!

The two silver and blue formations joined each other, and the suction suddenly rose, and everyone was sucked in uncontrollably.

The field of vision was dizzy and bright white.

As soon as Le Ning stood still, he turned around desperately to look for Song Yuncong, but he turned his head and looked, and there was no resentment everywhere, and there was no Song Bai who had collapsed.

The sky and the earth are bright and white, and there are [-] snow-white stone steps going up in front of you.

"Little brother, why are you standing here? How is your mother?"

Le Ning turned his head and found two Taoist priests in Taoist robes looking at him with concern.

He was about to say who is the junior brother, I don't know you at all, but he shook his head first and sighed, "It's not very good."

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what happened?

Le Ning looked down and found that he was also wearing a dark blue robe like those two.

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Oh shit.

This feeling is very strange, as if the mind and the body have been separated, the body follows a certain established process, and the mind is one's own, but trapped in the body, as if forced to wear a heavy dress.

Before he could understand what was going on, the world changed again.

This time he appeared in a dark room, the room was so dark that there was no sky or people, only voices could be heard.

"Xiao Yuan, I heard that your mother is very ill."

Le Ning nodded with her 'dressed' body, and suppressed sadness welled up in her heart. "I have a formation here, which can prolong life, so go draw it."

Le Ning lowered his head, a thin piece of paper appeared in his hands, white paper and black ink, with a dazzlingly complicated formation drawn on it.

Everyone knows how to choose a formation to change his mother's life, and Xiao Yuan agreed without hesitation.

When leaving, Yaoyao's advice came from behind, "Remember, this formation requires sincerity to be effective."

For this sincerity, and to save his dying mother, Xiao Yuan laid down on the cold bluestone slab and drew a single formation countless times, from morning to night, from sunrise to moonset.

Le Ning looked at the 'body' drawing the array. It was okay at first, but the more he drew, the more dizzy his head became, as if being slowly sucked away by the array.

Gradually, not only was his head dizzy, but also whispers gradually appeared in his ears, and the lingering mother gradually elongated and changed the tone.

Mother... mother... mother... old... old man...

A strong desire suddenly rose in Le Ning's heart.

Draw the formation, just draw the formation.

Parents, children, loved ones, partners, best friends, all lost love can be restored,

Power, fame, money, health, longevity, everything you want can be obtained.

It's just a formation...

I kept myself busy all the time, and things I didn't want to think about came to my mind, and they all popped up at this moment.

The hexagrams are never wrong, the old man...maybe he really died.

But as long as this formation is drawn, the old man might be able to live...

An extremely strong desire surged, driving his hand down.

Just when Le Ning's hand was about to touch the formation, his vest suddenly became hot.

Le Ning suddenly came back to his senses, looked down, and at some point, the dark blue Taoist robe turned into a shirt vest, and the body of that "Xiao Yuan" had quietly become his own.

He withdrew his finger that was about to touch the formation, and stood up slowly. At this moment, the blurred figures and mirror images around him had been swept away, leaving only a gray mist, and the blood-red bright formation covering it. Law.

It is a miasma of resentment, a miasma of endless resentment and unwillingness to condense.

Countless ghosts surged and whispered in the mist of resentment.

"Your master is dead, we saw it."

"You don't want him back?"

"As long as you draw this formation, he can come back, don't you want it?"

Le Ning raised his eyes, his eyes were full of cold light.

As long as you draw a formation, you can get promoted, get rich, and bring the dead back to life, let alone a formation, even gods dare not brag like that.

He wants to see what formation is so powerful!

Le Ning raised his hand and grabbed it forward, grabbing a half-human tall sword out of endless resentment and obsession.

Holding the sword in both hands, filled with majestic spiritual energy, raised it above the head, and slashed forward fiercely.

The sword qi slashed down, and the grievances it passed were all emptied, and neither the ghosts nor the grievances remained.

The sword energy was as sharp as a thorn, and even a little bit of it was enough to shake the soul body. Countless grieving ghosts screamed and ran away.

Holding the sword, Le Ning squinted at the fleeing grieving ghost.

"Before I came out to deceive people, didn't anyone tell you that I cultivated the Dao of Killing?"

The miasma of resentment was fragmented, and the vision suddenly became clear.

Looking around, the world is a piece of scorched earth. In the middle of the endless world, there is a lonely mountain. Three hundred stone steps are going up to the lonely mountain. But this time, the steps are no longer as white as jade, and some are just dry. Bloody, thick dust, and bones piled up on both sides.

Le Ning looked at the lonely mountain road, and soon saw a group of people not far away, Song Yuncong and Guanpu were all there, but Wen Xingzhi was not found after searching around.

Le Ning walked over a few steps and looked around at the people.

Really do not have.

what happened?Why not with them.

While looking for someone, everyone broke through the miasma one after another. Jushi Chen and the old people opened their eyes. They have already gone through most of their lives, experienced all kinds of situations in the world, suffered and tired, but also enjoyed. of.

Bai Jiaolong devoted himself to cultivating, and firmly believed that only by cultivating by himself can he truly transform into a dragon. He straightened his tendons and woke up quickly. Right now, he was swimming in the air, flicking his tail, waking up Song Rong and Shui Mingrong one by one.

Next was Guan Pu, who didn't have a firm mind and couldn't be a minister. The next few team members woke up one after another, looked left and right, and saw the remaining trance in each other's eyes.

"This resentment is so powerful."

"Yeah, I almost couldn't get out."

What is surprising is that Song Yuncong, who is usually considered exhaustive and has almost seen through the cycle of karma, is the slowest. Many members of the Mystery Department have woken up, and he still keeps his eyes tightly closed.

Seeing Song Yuncong's eyes closed tightly and his expression in pain, everyone felt heavy when they thought of the opening scene.

The longer you indulge in resentment, the harder it is to get rid of it. Seeing that Song Yun's brows had begun to gather gray air, Le Ning frowned slightly.

"I can't wait any longer." As he spoke, he condensed a miasma-breaking formula on his fingertips, and lightly tapped Song Yuncong's eyebrows.

A white light flashed, and Song Yun opened his eyes openly, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

Facing Shang Le Ning's eyes as calm as a lake, and then looking at Guan Pu and the people around him who were watching him with concern, slowly, he gradually regained consciousness, and a look of sadness appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Le Ning supported him, "Old Song, how do you feel?"

Song Yuncong leaned on a newly made crutch, as if he had aged ten years suddenly, he slowly shook his head, "No, it's fine."

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Gushan, "When the resentment is too strong, it will form a miasma. It is said that if you take in enough vitality and form a miasma of resentment that is big enough, it can even become a world."

Hearing this, Guan Pu was startled, "Old Song, you mean that this resentment has become its own world? This...impossible, right? This formation encloses a series of mountain ranges, covering so many mountains The world of resentment, then..."

"That's right." Song Yuncong looked around the world, "How much life energy must be ingested to form such a world."

Even after seeing the weird and supernatural Layman Chen, they couldn't help moving their feet, feeling that they were not stepping on the ground, but bones.

Le Ning looked up at Shandao, "Anyway, you have to go up and look to find out."

Song Yuncong had an obstacle in his heart and was deeply obsessed. Everyone discussed it and decided that the two teams would form a team. Bai Jiao and Song Yuncong would be together. One had an IQ and the other had a combat strength. They would take care of each other when there was anything.

After discussing and agreeing, everyone walked up the mountain path.

Both sides of the road are full of bones, and many of them still hold broken magic weapons.

Everyone walked up and looked, and found that there were all kinds of sects down here, covering almost most of the schools of magic.

Looking at the piles of bones, Chen Jushi expressed regret, "So this is the reason why the inheritance was cut off 200 years ago."

In addition to regretting, everyone couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

What made them go on and on like this, could it be that there is a great evil that can subvert the world sealed on the mountain?

If it is really evil, then so many people worked so hard to seal him 200 years ago, but now there are only a few of them, such a small number of people are far behind in terms of numbers and strength, can they handle it?

The mind was only shaken for a moment, and the gray resentment rushed over with barren teeth and claws. When everyone saw this, they hurriedly stabilized their minds.

Finally, when the stone steps reached the top, what came into view was a tall white jade archway, and Wen Xingzhi standing beside it.

"Mr. Wen, why are you here!" Finally seeing the person, Le Ning trotted up and hugged him.

Now that Wen Xingzhi's strength is not as good as it is at its peak, he has entered the world of resentment and disappeared again. He has always been careful all the way.

Wen Xingzhi hugged the rushing person firmly, his eyebrows were calm, "I don't know, I came here when I came in, maybe it has something to do with this place."

Hearing this, Le Ning looked up and saw three golden characters in the middle of the archway: Minghuazong.

Unrestrained and unrestrained, full of momentum.

Everyone also looked at the archway, "It turns out that the number one sect of the year is here, it's a pity."

In this battle, not only the inheritance of the warlock world was severed, but the majestic No. [-] sect also disappeared in the long river of history.

Layers of gray mist lingered under the archway, filled with resentment, causing them to stand in front of the archway, and they still couldn't see the opposite scene even though they were one meter away.

Le Ning came out of Wen Xingzhi's arms, but he didn't let go of the hand he was holding, so as not to disappear again next time.

He looked at the gray mist, then turned his head to greet everyone, "Everyone, be careful."

After speaking, he and Wen Xingzhi looked at each other, picked up a big sword from the pile of bones, and walked forward step by step with the sword in hand, walking slowly into the gray mist first.

When half of his body entered the gray mist, he could still hear Song Rong's worried cry behind him, but after fully entering it, it seemed as if he had entered another world, with no breathing, human voice, or even the whistling mountain wind.

In the emptiness, for some unknown reason, Le Ning felt palpitations inexplicably, as if something was about to come out.

He couldn't help shaking the hand he was holding, and felt the strength of the hand coming back from the other side before he settled down.

Sensing Le Ning's uneasiness, Wen Xingzhi thought for a while, poked his fingers, wrapped Le Ning's entire hand with his big palm, and led him to walk forward slowly.

The fog gradually dissipated, and Le Ning thought that there would be a lot of resentment inside, but unexpectedly, it was quiet inside. Although it was still a gray world, at least there was no such ubiquitous chatter and temptation outside.

He was a little strange when he saw a young Taoist priest in a long gown walking slowly.

This person has a snow-white long gown, walking straight all the way, looking upright, but if you look closely, you will find that his walking is aimless, and his lower body is erratic, and he has not settled down at all.

As he walked erratically, the shadowy mist on the ground slowly dissipated, and the magic circles all over the ground finally revealed clear patterns.

Le Ning couldn't help but took a step forward, "It's the sacrificial formation..."

"En." Wen Xingzhi also nodded, "Sacrificial killing array."

Le Ning raised his head and looked at the man in a white shirt covered with killing patterns, and recalled the person Chen Jushi and the others talked about when they first saw the big formation.

It is said that Huazong had a peerless genius who almost became a half-immortal in just 30 years.

It's a pity that almost is almost almost after all, and he is not yet a half-immortal, and even if he is a half-immortal, he may not be able to stop these killing arrays.

Using countless flesh and blood, gods and souls, and deep-rooted obsessions as sacrifices, the killing formation casted, let alone ordinary people, can kill everything in the world, people and gods.

The young priest didn't seem to see them, and walked straight through. Le Ning looked in his direction, and found that he floated a few steps away, and suddenly stopped.

The man lowered his eyes, looking at the piles of corpses.

Above the corpse, a young pupil who was less than leg height was standing blankly.

The young boy is short and stocky, he is a very ordinary child, he insists on saying something special, only his eyes are particularly round, clear and pure like a deer.

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感谢在2022-10-2100:05:35-2022-10-2301:06:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of iced coffee and pink frozen milk;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!