Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The white steps in front of the circular hall are bright, the three characters "Wen Dao Palace" on the hall are shining brightly, and the formations in the hall are flickering on and off, making a buzzing sound.

"Buzz..."

Both Yuan Xiu and Bu Zi were in the later stages of the Zifu. It was natural that they could easily deal with the formation that had been damaged due to the changes in the world. In just half a stick of incense, they reversed a few formation bases, and the formation was quickly transformed. opened.

A strong spiritual energy rushed towards his face. Chi Buzi squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the endless jade slips in front of him. The countless complex formations on the soles of his feet glowed with fluorescence like breathing, winding like a river, setting off the The whole hall is majestic and magnificent.

The spiritual energy surged past, causing the jade talismans with the names of the exercises between the shelves to jingle and collide. He couldn't help but be surprised and sighed:

"Ning Guo's Immortal Treasure is really vast! After all, it is the power of a country, the descendants of Jindan... This Immortal Treasure is far better than my Qingchi..."

He stepped on the soles of his feet and used his magical powers, but he only floated a foot high and immediately fell back to the ground, frowning and saying:

"What a powerful formation."

Although the formations outside the main hall have been destroyed, every floor within the main hall is blessed with formations to protect these jade slips. The formations are connected with each other, locking the wind and clouds here tightly, and it seems that within the formations There is also a trace of "Fushui", and even the real person of Zifu can't fly.

He had no choice but to step forward quickly, hurriedly passing by the jade slips on the first floor, and climbed several steps in a row. His eyes passed over the many jade slips, and after looking at them carefully for a while, he felt happy:

""Cleaning Dew Elemental Jue"...could it be this thing..."

This jade slip showed a light blue color and exuded an alluring light. Unfortunately, the spiritual consciousness was suppressed in the cave and dissipated quickly when it came out of the body. Chi Buzi cast a spell and reached out to gently touch the jade slip. The spiritual consciousness escaped into it, but was isolated by the formation, so he had to make calculations with his fingers.

‘Although this formation is powerful, fortunately it already has loopholes...it can still be calculated after taking some time. ’

He entered it immersed in it, all his thoughts were on the jade slip, but he never noticed that the old man was standing quietly not far from him like a ghost, his body hidden in the clear light of the jade slip, his two eyes floating Densely packed textures.

Si Boxiu walked in all the way, his eyes did not stay even for a breath on this vast sea of ​​​​immortals, but always stared at his every move, hiding not far away like a shadow, watching coldly.

His feet floated gently on the ground without making a sound. The spiritual consciousness in the cave was also suppressed, making it difficult to detect the things around him. Si Boxiu took the opportunity to get closer, his old face was full of suspicion and gloomy.

He hid quietly in the shadows, his eyes revealed countless small golden runes due to the full force of his magical power. His old lips trembled slightly, and his magical power was condensed on the tip of his tongue, hidden and silent.

Until Chi Buzi became more and more immersed in the jade slips in front of him, and as he cracked the pieces a little bit, he became happy, and his defense against the outside world was reduced to a minimum. Si Boxiu suddenly took a step forward, and a shocking golden light burst out from his lips. , making a muffled sound like spring thunder:

"Chi Wei!!"

This sound was made by supernatural powers, and it was shocking and terrifying. If he had been practicing ordinary fetal breath in front of him, it would have been wiped out in just this moment. Golden ripples vibrated from his lips, but they hit Chi Buzi like a breeze. Brushed.

The man in green, his robe fluttering slightly, tilted his head and replied:

"Uncle Shi, you have recognized the wrong person."

The golden runes in Si Boxiu's eyes seemed to fly out and condensed in his pupils. The old man did not listen to what he was saying at all, but relied on his magical power to test something.

Dharma light flowed between Si Boxiu and Chi Buzi. The two faced each other quietly. The hall was filled with brilliance. Si Boxiu only murmured in a low voice, like chanting a mantra:

"Li Jiangqun."

"Kan Xuyu."

"Ning Taoxiao."

"Xiao Qianyou."

…

He read out the names one by one, staring at Chi Buzi, observing the changes in his eyes. After finishing the round of names, he folded his sleeves and looked natural:

"I'm also thinking about your safety, Bu Zi, don't blame me."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi."

Chi Buzi always smiled gently, Si Boxiu nodded slightly, and finally turned around and left, searching for the spells he was interested in in the hall.

Chi Buzi watched him go away and focused his attention on the jade slip in his hand again. As he pinched the magic formula in his hand, the brilliance of the formation on the jade slip finally dissipated little by little.

He didn't seem to take anything into account just now. He looked happy, read it carefully, frowned, gently put the jade slip back on the case, and murmured:

"It's only foundation building again... Could it be that this magical power has been listed as taboo by some company... It's really troublesome..."

He let out a deep breath, and the formation in front of him seemed to have changed a little, going from bright to dark, making him slightly dizzy.

"Uncle Shi..."

He had just climbed onto the high platform and happened to see Si Boxiu holding a jade slip and reading it carefully. He took a step forward and called him twice, but his face froze.

Si Boxiu stood in front of him like a sculpture, his spiritual energy shining brightly in the Dharma light, like smoke, but Si Boxiu did not move at all, just frozen in place.

"Uncle Shi..."

The calm smile on Chi Buzi's face finally disappeared, and fear arose in his heart. He twisted his neck stiffly and glanced at the pattern of the high platform under his feet.

This array pattern followed the movement of spiritual energy. It was originally glowing slightly, like a beautiful river, but now the brilliance stayed on a certain pattern and stopped moving. The whole hall stopped breathing in fear, and the sound of jade talismans jingled and jingled. It also disappeared, and everything stood in place silently.

A kind of great terror enveloped his soul, and all the magical powers in his body stopped functioning. Chi Buzi stood there like a mortal. He moved his eyes little by little, and finally saw someone leaning quietly on the palace beam above his head, shining like stars. One person is sitting.

He was neither far nor close, but the brilliance of the entire hall was focused on him, trembling with fear. Chi Buzi's eyes only followed the edge of his snow-white robe painted with sun and moon patterns.

"this…"

The clothes of the ancient style were simple and noble, and the lines made people's eyes hurt. Colorful lights of various colors surrounded him and quickly turned into white clouds, showing the appearance of all living beings, crying with joy.

The entire formation above the head was trembling, as if it was about to follow the immortal out of this world and fly into a white jade fairy city somewhere.

Chi Buzi's eyes only stayed on the hem of his clothes, not daring to look up any further. The great terror in his heart seemed to be drowned out, and he was horrified:

"Who? The one in Luoxia? Or the Ningguo Golden Pill... Is the true king still alive?"

He tried his best to suppress it and slowly fell to the ground, his voice still a little hoarse:

"Xiao Xiu is lucky enough to see a fairy. I don't know which immortal is in front of him..."

He listened to the immortal's voice, soft and cold, floating down slowly, causing his limbs to tremble:

"Don't you always want to see me?"

I have a bit of a cold today, but I am more successful