There is no doubt that the night boat is a very dangerous place. In this situation, there is an unknown monk in front of us, and we don’t know if there will be other people coming in from behind...
So the moment he passed through the formation, Jianchou's vigilance was instantly raised to the extreme.
The familiar spatial fluctuations only surged for a moment.
The next moment, Jianchou saw black all around—yes, black, not darkness.
The dungeon shown in the information of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Building was actually made entirely of dark black stone bricks, and there was no luster on the surface at all.
Even though there is a lighting stone suspended in the air, its light seems to be completely swallowed up by the walls.
That kind of gloomy and cold atmosphere made Jianchou, who had already experienced the journey to the extreme region, feel extremely uncomfortable.
There is a circular totem on the ground under your feet.
It turned out to be a black centipede, coiled up like a giant python, but the head without eyes was in the middle of the totem!
It's like...
Facing the person entering, facing Jianchou!
hiss!
That feeling was like someone pouring a bucket of cold water on his head. If Jianchou hadn't seen so many incredible things, he would have shivered at this moment!
This night boat!
When I first passed by those formations, it looked like a demon sect at most. In fact, except for the people's clothing, it was no different from an ordinary sect.
But ever since he saw the strange statue in the hall, Jianchou had felt something unusual, and at this moment, an indescribable sense of danger came over him.
She couldn't help but frown, and almost subconsciously left the area where the totem was, barely dispelling the feeling and looking ahead.
This should be the entrance to the dungeon.
Behind Jianchou was a wall, and it seemed that there was no passage at all; in front of him was a long and narrow corridor, with a lighting stone floating every three meters, leading to the deepest part.
Several monks wrapped in dark cloaks were floating in the road like ghosts, apparently on patrol.
These people were dressed exactly like the cultivators that Jianchou saw outside the gate of the Night Cruise, except that their cultivation levels were much higher, all of them were in the early Nascent Soul stage.
It's tricky.
Jianchou judged the situation almost immediately: the formation recorded in the jade slip had reached its limit, and there would certainly be numerous difficulties and dangers ahead; not to mention, there were still these several Nascent Soul cultivators.
Although she is now in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, she is confident that she has considerable combat power.
But self-confidence is not arrogance.
It is always difficult to fight against many people alone, especially when everyone is at the same level.
but…
Where did the four-fingered monk go
When Jianchou came in, he was only three or two breaths late.
Logically speaking, this monk should be near Jianchou at this moment. But after she looked around, she could not find any trace of him.
Could it be that he also used some special method of escape like himself
Seeing sorrow is uncertain.
But when she thought that there might be a cultivator with higher cultivation than herself not far away from her, she did not dare to act rashly. She simply held her breath, stopped where she was, motionless, and observed carefully.
Everything seemed normal.
It was not until a full half moment later that she noticed that something seemed to be twisted on the dark wall two feet in front of her.
It's as if water waves distort the light and shadows.
It's that person!
A judgment based entirely on intuition!
Although he couldn't see any details of the other person's clothes or body shape, and couldn't even see the direction of the other person's movement, Jianchou had no doubt that the other person was moving forward.
We have come this far, there is no reason to go back.
So at this moment, Jianchou, who had not moved for a long time, followed quietly without hesitation.
She believed that even if she couldn't see him now, this person would definitely reveal his whereabouts before the next formation: because the opponent's escape method was by no means flawless.
Otherwise, why would a hand appear in the hall just now
The gloomy dungeon corridor was dead silent. The patrolling monks kept their feet off the ground when they walked, and there was no sound at all.
The entire dungeon exuded a sense of cramped horror.
The moment he passed by those patrolling monks, Jianchou's calm heart couldn't help but rise to his throat.
But fortunately, no one noticed anything unusual.
She passed through these people without any danger and walked forward about thirty feet. Suddenly, some faint dark silver lines appeared on the ground, sinking deeply into the black bricks, as if they were integrated into one.
So, Jianchou knew: the sixteenth formation had arrived.
At this time, the walls on both sides were no longer empty.
I don't know where it started, but a long, faint shadow appeared on the left wall, vaguely showing the pattern of a centipede's body.
It came from behind and extended to the other end of the corridor, as if there was no end.
Perhaps it was because the pattern was too bland, until the moment he stopped in front of the formation, Jianchou suddenly noticed it. That vague uneasiness emerged again uncontrollably...
But the four-fingered monk who came in before her didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he noticed it but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
In front of the silver lines of the ground formation, the light and shadow distorted again.
A slender hand with four fingers stretched out from nothingness, just like before, without any hesitation, as fast as an afterimage, it pointed towards the formation diagram!
How is that possible? !
When Jianchou saw this, she couldn't believe her eyes: this four-fingered monk must have been the same as her, and arrived at the formation in just a moment.
There was no record of the sixteenth formation in the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams Building, so how could he crack it without even thinking about it? !
not simple.
This person's background is definitely not simple.
Judging from the other party's cultivation, he was only in the late Nascent Soul stage, slightly higher than her. But now he was able to break the formation before she could figure out what was going on.
Either he is a super master in the art of formation, or he has learned the method of breaking the formation from somewhere else!
Jianchou was thinking, but his eyes never left the other person's hand that turned into a residual shadow.
She memorized the position and structure of the formation diagram, the landing point of the opponent's fingers every time they moved in the formation, and the related changes in politics and law that were triggered.
The more I looked, the more shocked I became.
The more she looked, the more her eyes blossomed!
What lies before our eyes is a terrifying formation!
The formation is extremely complex and powerful. If it is accidentally triggered, it is enough to smash any cultivator below the level of Entering the World into pieces and destroy their soul!
But this person's method of breaking the formation is to accurately resolve it whenever a change is triggered!
It’s amazing!
If the situation was not so inappropriate at this moment, Jianchou would have had the urge to step forward and ask for advice and discuss the principles of formations!
What a pity. What a pity.
Jianchou felt extremely regretful in his heart, and at the same time he also remembered clearly the method this man used to break the formation.
After only ten breaths, the silver light emanating from the formation suddenly brightened and then gradually dimmed, as if it had faded, and gradually turned into the same deep black as the ground.
The formation disappeared!
The formation was solved successfully!
The four-fingered palm immediately retracted, shrank back into the distorted light and shadow, and returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
He should have gone in.
The cracking of the formation must be only temporary.
Jianchou couldn't see the other party's figure, but he could guess his actions. At this moment, he was as familiar with it as before in the hall and rushed in directly with the wind!
The sixteenth formation, passed!
What appeared before him was still a seemingly endless corridor. But perhaps because of the existence of the mysterious four-fingered monk in front of him, Jianchou suddenly felt that there was hope of finding Zuo Liu.
Just look at...
Is there a chance to "snatch someone from the tiger's mouth"
Like an invisible shadow, she followed silently the person in front of her who was also hiding himself, slowly approaching the depths of the dungeon, their "destination".
But everyone on the night boat is still unaware.
No one knew that the uninvited guest had arrived.
Deep in the dungeon, there is a stone room with walls on six sides.
A cage made of black iron was placed in the middle, and sitting in the middle was a monk who looked a bit thin. His robes and face were dirty, with some bruises on them.
Even though he knew there was someone standing in front of him, he still kept his eyes closed and didn't even lift his eyelids.
"I heard that you were just a little gangster at first, but now you have some backbone."
A sneer sounded, but it was a female voice.
This female cultivator, with a slender figure, a plain face and a long scar on her left cheek, was pacing in front of the cage.
If Jianchou was here, he would probably recognize her immediately as the female cultivator from the big ship last time.
With one hand behind her back and the other hand playing with a sharp and exquisite mandarin duck axe, the female cultivator spoke. Seeing that Zuo Liu still did not respond, she finally stopped, leaned over, and looked at Zuo Liu through the cage.
"After all, he is a genius who advanced to the Nascent Soul stage sixty years ago. How come he is so ignorant of current affairs now?"
Zuo Liu still didn't speak.
The female cultivator then sneered.
"We are just chatting. Is it so difficult for you to tell me what happened in the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple? You should know that in two days you will be listed at the Silver Building for a price."
"You have no sect or school, you are neither a Kunwu monk nor a Yashan disciple. Even if something shocking happened in there, what can't you say?"
"If you tell us now, who knows, our hall master might change his mind and let you go?"
"… "
Zuo Liu still didn't answer, but after hearing these words, he finally raised his head and glanced at the female cultivator with a look of sarcasm in his eyes.
But this female cultivator obviously knew nothing about Zuo Liu.
Seeing the other party's reaction, she thought that her persuasion had worked, and her eyes lit up: "You want to say it?"
Want to say
Zuo Liu looked at her, and finally couldn't suppress his inner nature. He rolled his eyes like a dead fish and sneered: "Is there no one on your night boat? So you sent a retard like you to interrogate me?"
"… "
At this moment, the female cultivator with a scar on her face was stunned and did not react at all to Zuo Liu's words!
But when she realized the meaning of this sentence, her face suddenly turned blue and red: "You! You—"
Since she had cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage, who else would have the guts to scold her to her face
Even the hall master treated her with courtesy!
This prisoner actually...
How dare you scold her!
"Do you want to die?!"
Zuo Liu was born with a carefree personality. Even though he had lived a hard life over the past sixty years, his temperament had not changed at all.
Hearing the threat from the other party, he simply raised his shackled hands and dug his ears with his fingers.
"I want to die, do you dare to kill me?"
"... you bastard!"
When the female cultivator heard this, she was so angry that she almost exploded and couldn't help but swear!
Not to mention Zuo Liu’s arrogance, Yehangchuan really can’t kill him now.
This person might be the only one who knows about the hidden world affairs of Qingfeng Temple back then. Now the relationship between Kunwu Mountain and Yashan is so delicate that it seems like it will burn with just a little more fire!
If this stinking scoundrel could really utter some shocking news...
How big of an opportunity would that be
This is what the hall master was considering, and why he did not kill Zuo Liu.
But as the female cultivator who was the interrogator, she had long wanted to chop Zuo Liu into pieces and feed him to the dogs, but she just couldn't kill him, she couldn't!
So frustrating!
The mandarin duck axe in her hand began to tremble. The female cultivator pursed her lips tightly. After all, she couldn't stand Zuo Liu's behavior, so she raised her hand and slapped the cage!
“Buzz!”
A dark red light immediately emerged from the black iron cage, and then it was divided into countless silk threads, which suddenly stabbed towards Zuo Liu!
“Hmm!”
At this moment, the piercing pain suddenly spread, as if it was going to crush Zuo Liu. Although he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, cold sweat immediately fell from his head!
The female cultivator looked at him coldly, turned the mandarin duck axe in her hand, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished! I can't kill you, but I am more than capable of dealing with you. Think about it carefully. When you go back to bid the price at the Silver House, things will not be under the control of the Night Boat. You don't think that a small character like you will be rescued by the elites of Kunwu Yashan, right?"
Surrounded by so much pain, Zuo Liu's whole body curled up and began to spasm.
He could not hear the female cultivator's voice clearly to begin with, but the last sentence came to him like a piercing sword.
Yes.
He was indeed a minor character, a small hooligans, without any background, no school or sect. Insignificant, even all along, he only cared about his own life...
How could giants like Kunwu and Yashan pay any attention to them
only…
He would never forget the gentle expression and admiring eyes of the female cultivator in the moon-white robe when she handed him the Yashan Order.
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
"But I really don't know anything..."
A smile suddenly broke out on Zuo Liu's face, which looked ferocious due to pain, but the sarcasm in his voice did not change at all.
Even if Kunwu didn't come to rescue him, even if Yashan didn't come to help him, even if no one else in the entire Nineteen Continents knew about it, even if he might never have the chance to hold that token and pay homage to Yashan again...
So what
At that moment, he had told himself—
I am also a disciple of Yashan!