Chen Fa was miraculously repaired, and with the formation pattern lingering, the scarlet eyes of the behemoth gradually calmed down.
The black and red faded, and those huge eyes turned into a sea-like blue.
It saw Chu Muyun, and Chu Muyun also looked at it.
Chu Muyun and it looked at each other, looking into those huge eyes with different shades of water that seemed to flow like sea water. In an instant, he thought that this guy was about to cry...
But also... just for a moment. Soon the dark blue was swallowed up by scarlet, and it was about to become pitch black—Chu Muyun no longer hesitated, and cut his wrist, allowing the blood to flow out faster, and the pattern became stronger and stronger. Finally, the behemoth was completely pressed down.
The cave suddenly returned to calm.
The invisible magic circle has completely taken shape, and the dense red is wrapped around the broken ice blue, wisps, one ring after another, cleverly using the angle and position of the gem to form a perfect suppression array again.
Chu Muyun was really proficient in the formation method, he only glanced at it, and his heart became clear.
But if you think about it carefully, this ability is really powerful enough to be illogical. It is true that the arrogant Qianluan Peak has countless exquisite formation books, and he also imprinted the entire library in his mind, but no matter what, he should not see through this formation. This kind of unique formation method, which is obviously artificial, and has spent a lot of time and effort, should not be seen through by a second person.
But Chu Muyun understood.
Why? Unless this formation is made by him.
When anger was born, I drew this formation with my own hands and forced anger to sleep here, just to suppress the behemoth below.
But that's not possible.
Chu Muyun was inexplicably convinced that it was impossible for him to go back to that time.
Impossible!
There are too many mysteries in it, but there is no time to straighten it out right now. Although this formation can be temporarily suppressed, it is always unstable without the formation source.
It was impossible to calculate how long this formation would last, but Chu Muyun knew that he couldn't let that behemoth come out.
It only showed its head, and Chu Muyun clearly felt that if it was allowed to reveal the whole picture, then the world would probably fall for most of it.
And if you want to make the formation continue, there is another way besides imprisoning Ling Xuan.
That is - 'on behalf of'.
Gathering the aspirations of all the people, taking one person as a sacrifice, capturing a weak soul, and sending the corresponding body, after a hundred years of nourishment, it will eventually become a 'representative'.
If he hadn't returned to nine hundred years later, I'm afraid Chu Muyun would never have thought of this move.
And it was because when he was with Gluttony, he inquired about Ling Yunzong, learned about Ling Mu's existence, and then saw Ling Suyun, so... He returned to nine hundred years ago and instantly understood what to do.
The future is set, and he is just following the trend now.
The technique of 'representation' is very strict if you want to implement it. First of all, you will be a tomb for the sacrificer, and you will not enter reincarnation.
And the 'corresponding body' can be encountered but not sought after, and even if it is found, it needs to be cultivated with dedication, and even so, the success rate is terrifyingly low.
But as long as it is done, it will be done once and for all!
The corresponding body cannot completely replace the body, but as long as there is the guardian of the tomb, and the prestige of the people, he can make the role of acting on his behalf, consolidate the core of the formation, and become a new formation source.
At that time, the body will be able to escape from its shell and regain its freedom.
Chu Muyun closed his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly the corner of his mouth raised: In order to give this little wolf dog its freedom, the price he paid was not small.
But if there is no freedom, what is the strategy
Chu Muyun opened his eyes again, and there was silence in his eyes.
- It is already a foregone conclusion, and it is useless to think more.
The situation in the cave was kissed, Chu Muyun didn't stop, he pulled Ling Xuan, performed a technique, and fell directly to the ground.
Ling Xuanzheng looked at him without blinking.
Chu Muyun restrained his emotions and turned to look at him: "Want to learn?"
When the words fell, he raised his hand, pointed his slender index finger horizontally, and a touch of astonishing energy surged out, rumbling loudly, and there was already a huge deep pit on the wasteland.
The dust was flying, and the sand and gravel were scattered. Chu Muyun stood in the center, but was not polluted by the haze at all.
He was dressed in a black robe, with long hair like satin, handsome features, free and easy posture, but his demeanor was calm.
At this moment, this picture is like hot oil falling into an ice lake, like a dull thunder blasting into the deep sea, like a dazzling morning sun tearing through the haze and dark clouds...
All of Ling Xuan's senses were captured, and all he could see, think, and feel was this person, only the indifference in the corner of his eyes.
"Think." Ling Xuan opened his mouth and responded to him, then an astonishing desire spread from his heart, violently sweeping through all the nerves in his body, merging into the blood vessels, drilling into the bone marrow, and occupying the entire soul.
What do you want to learn? Want to get what? What do you want to have? What do you think...
Chu Muyun raised his lips, smiled at him, and said words that almost imprisoned Ling Xuan's life: "I'll wait for the day you defeat me."
He has awakened him from thousands of years of slumber, he has pulled him out of the deepest darkness, he has transformed him from a blank sheet of paper into a painting.
—A wonderful picture scroll drawn by his own hands.
Fate.
Two words that countless people can't understand, because it is erratic, false, and full of helplessness.
But sometimes... it's so beautiful, so amazing, so willing.
Willingly be captured by it.
Chu Muyun has always acted resolutely, and he can indeed teach Ling Xuan, this innate God of War.
Ling Xuan is a rare complete system, capable of using all spells, able to practice all systems, and all the exercises between heaven and earth, as long as he wants to learn, he will definitely learn the top.
Four thousand years later, the Qianluan Peak Tibetan Sutra Pavilion played a role again, and Chu Muyun's recollection almost reproduced it. He taught Ling Xuan all the money, but there were only three things that he did not hand over.
One is Mo Jiushao's moon-chasing sword technique, the other is the technique of formation, and the other is the technique of alchemy.
He never even showed it in front of Ling Xuan.
By this time, Chu Muyun also understood why, 900 years later, when Ling Xuan avoided Ye Jianhan to fight with him, he obviously used all the gluttony-guided moves, but Ling Xuan had no doubts.
Of course he wouldn't doubt it, because Ling Xuan's moves were taught by him.
Staggering the time of nine hundred years, going around in circles, it turned into a circle.
Ling Mu—was a rather suggestive name that Chu Muyun gave to his body as a tomb.
Just like Ling Yunzong and Ling Suyun, this is the secret code he gave him, a secret code to remind him to lay out the technique of 'acting on his behalf'.
There was no time in cultivation, Chu Muyun guarded Ling Xuan for nearly a hundred years, until he had taught everything he could, and it was time to leave.