"How about it, can it be done? If not, don't force yourself." Seeing Ji Peng gritting his teeth and shaking his body from side to side, Wandong said with a half-smile.
Jibon turned to look at Wandong, frowned, straightened his waist, and said resolutely, "Okay! Even if I have to crawl, I have to climb to Yinfeng Ridge!"
After saying that, as if to prove himself, Jibon immediately took a few steps forward. The steps were not small, but the look of pain on Jibon's face became more and more obvious. Looking at his back, it was like a candle swaying in the strong wind.
"I didn't expect you to be quite brave."
"This is not a matter of spinelessness, this is the responsibility I shoulder as a disciple of Taixuan Sect!"
Wandong nodded lightly, "It seems that it makes sense for Taixuan Sect to become one of the top three sects of Immortal Court."
Seeing that Ji Peng continued to struggle forward without stopping, Wan Dong raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly pointed out, landing on Ji Pen's back like lightning. This finger was so fast and sudden that even Gippon in his heyday couldn't resist it, not to mention Gippon now.
When the finger fell, Ji Peng's body trembled instinctively, and an indescribable shock and horror appeared on his face. He thought that Wan Dong had changed his mind and wanted to take his life. However, just when Ji Peng's mind was shaken and his soul was about to fly away, a strange warm current suddenly penetrated through Wan Dong's fingertips and penetrated into his body.
The next moment, Jibon's whole body seemed to melt with relief. The pain that trapped him like a vast ocean moved away from him faster than the ebbing tide under the full moon. The sudden relief from the pain made Jibon almost suspect that he had arrived in heaven.
Behind this sudden feeling of comfort and comfort, what made Jibon even more excited and shocked was that his foundation, which was full of cracks and riddled with holes, actually showed signs of healing under the infiltration of this warm current. .
At first, Jibon thought he had seen it wrong. After hurriedly concentrating and monitoring carefully, Jibon's whole body began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.
"Don't be too excited, stay calm, abide by the purity of the mourning platform, and be careful of going crazy!"
Just when Jibon was so excited that he didn't know what to do, Wandong's soft drink suddenly reached his ears. Jibon shuddered and realized that now was really not the time for him to be excited. Fortunately, his foundation was still solid, and he hurriedly gathered his mind. On the one hand, he adhered to the mourning platform, and on the other hand, he completely relaxed and allowed the warm current to work in his body.
With Jibon's cooperation, the warm current circulates more smoothly in Jibon's body. Naturally, Jibon's recovery from damaged foundation becomes faster and more obvious.
Jibon used a method that was close to self-destruction to force the final move of the Heavenly Falling Hammer, almost completely destroying his Dao Foundation. Even Wandong, it was impossible to repair it in an instant. What Wandong is doing now is to plant a seed in Jibon's body. The rest will germinate, blossom and bear fruit. It's up to Jibon himself. But even so, for Gibbon, it is like a gift of reinvention.
After a moment, Wandong withdrew his fingertips. The pain on Jibon's face disappeared, and his originally pale complexion turned a little red. One look showed that his injury had been greatly relieved.
Ji Peng came back to his senses, opened his eyes, and immediately looked at Wandong with a look full of shock and even awe, "Has your cultivation level already reached the realm of earthly immortals? No, you may even be a heavenly immortal!" Things like repairing the destroyed Taoist base can only be done by the top earth immortals and heavenly immortals.”
Wandong was speechless and just let out a sneer.
Ji Peng's expression suddenly became a little more astonished. If Wandong really had the cultivation level of an earthly or heavenly immortal, he would probably have turned into ashes by now.
"Yes, it must be that the Immortal Art you practice is different. I have never felt such pure, vast, and full of vitality. The level of the Immortal Art you practice must be frighteningly high. Can you tell me what you practice? What kind of magic is it?"
Wandong didn't remain silent this time. He glanced sideways at him and said, "Have you ever heard of the saying, curiosity killed the cat?"
After saying that, Wandong chased Xue Wen and the others without looking back.
Jibon shuddered and subconsciously wiped his forehead. At this moment, he realized what a stupid question he had asked without hesitation in his excitement.
Looking at Wandong's back, Ji Peng's eyes once again flashed with awe, and then he took steps to follow.
"Stop all of you!" Wandong looked a little ugly when he caught up with Xue Wen and the others.
Xue Wen and others stood still and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what was wrong.
Wandong's expression became even more gloomy, "How many times have I told you, if you want to unleash the power of the formation, the first thing you have to do is to 'become one'! No matter how many people are setting up the formation, they must all be at the same time. Advancing and retreating together, it's like one body! Look at you now, you are in a mess, how can you separate the groups? Wang Qing, let me ask you, are you in the same group? "
Wang Qing turned around and saw that his face suddenly turned red. The people in his group had long been left behind by him. At this time, the people standing next to him were actually Tang Jingruo and Lun Wan'er. Wang Qing subconsciously He raised his head and searched, and when he found Xue Wen, he couldn't help but laugh. Xue Wen ran faster and farther than him. At this time, he stood alone at the front more than ten feet away, looking for a crack in the ground with his head down. Erzuan.
Ji Peng caught up and looked at the crowds of people standing in a mess. A smile immediately appeared on his face. However, he was so full of awe of Wandong that he did not dare to laugh out loud. It was very difficult to hold it in.
"Is it funny?" Although Ji Peng tried his best to hide and restrain himself, Wan Dong's eyes still couldn't escape.
Jibon shivered and quickly shook his head while trying harder to put back the smile on his face.
"You can laugh if you want. You don't have to hold it back. Even I find it funny."
Wandong made a helpless expression, as if he couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't mean any displeasure. Even the voice didn't show the slightest anger.
Ji Peng's tight heart suddenly relaxed. In addition, it was really hard to hold it in, and he finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Master Wan, I think it's better to forget it..."
"Listen! Listen!" Jibon thought it was funny, but wanted to comfort Wandong a few words. He didn't want him to get angry because of this. Unexpectedly, before he could say the next words, Wandong He suddenly raised his voice to interrupt him, his expression changed, he glared at Xue Wen and others with annoyance and shouted, "Did you hear that, they are laughing at you! Even a small formation can't cooperate well, no wonder The disciples of other sects will laugh at you as a mob, and will they take you seriously? How long are you going to let others look down on you, or are you already broken and completely giving in? "
As soon as Wan Dong said these words, his eyes were extremely cold and piercing, like ice picks, and they immediately fell on Ji Peng. Jibon shuddered involuntarily, feeling as if he were standing naked in the ice and snow. I couldn't help but look back at Wandong with resentment. You are too unkind. Aren't you just trying to attract hatred to me for no reason
Wandong had no choice. Although he said the formation was magical, Xue Wen and others had never been exposed to it. Even if they accepted it, they probably didn't take it seriously deep down. Otherwise, there would be no such tacit understanding and the formation would not be able to be maintained well. Since he couldn't use the formation itself to attract their attention, Wandong could only find other ways to stimulate them.
"How dare you look down on others even though you have a defeated general?"
"That's right! I can't let him see the joke no matter what."
"Forget it, she's your sister!"
As Ji Peng was scolded and scolded, the progress of Xue Wen and others was obviously accelerating. The formation became more and more stable. Whether it was moving forward at full speed or retreating rapidly, it was neat and uniform. The Nine Palaces and Nine Curves Formation finally began to show its majesty in the Immortal Courtyard.
It's just that during this process, Ji Pen was really suffering. The little needle-like glances he received from time to time made him feel frightened, as if he was among a pack of wolves.
Fortunately, Wandong is quite kind. While using him to encourage morale, he also combs Jibon's meridians from time to time, and even gives him a few words when he is happy. Along the way, Jibon not only recovers from his injuries very quickly, but also the couple The understanding of Tao is also constantly deepening. What does it mean to be in pain and happy at the same time? Ji Peng is like that right now.
Wangshan is a dead horse! At this time, Wandong had a real understanding of these words. The nine sacred mountains stand there. Looking from a distance, it seems that they are within reach, but when you really start walking, you realize that the majestic mountains that are so close in front of you are far away in the horizon.
After resting and walking for two full days, Wan Dong raised his head and looked into the distance, only to find that the distance to the First Sacred Mountain seemed still very far away. According to Jibon, it would take a full seven days to get to the First Sacred Mountain from where they set out, even at his heyday speed. This is why it is rare to see sect disciples outside the ancient mountain secret realm.
The tiger bone talismans owned by the disciples of other sects are all teleported in advance by the masters of the sect. They are often set directly at the stronghold established by the sect in the sacred mountain. There is no need to be outside the secret realm of the ancient mountain. Long journey. Casual cultivators do not have such convenient conditions, so they have to run away and break their legs. Of course, the masters of casual cultivators are another matter.
Such a waste of time made Wan Dong feel a little anxious. No one knew how long Wang Hui could sustain it in such a difficult situation. The rest of the people probably felt the same way, but everyone had a tacit understanding that no one would say it out loud, keeping it suppressed in their hearts.
Although this is a bit depressing, on the other hand, it has become the motivation for everyone to practice the formation. After two days and two nights, Xue Wen and the others had already practiced three offensive formations. Although he is still a little unskilled, Wandong still feels a lot of gratification for such rapid progress... (To be continued)