Zhang Zhengchu's flabby flesh twitched at the corners of his mouth, and he was shocked!
In the next moment, thunder and lightning flowed in the sky in the south, south, and northwest, as if a dragon was startled.
The invisible coercion swept out along the puppet line, spreading out like a ripple, but it was invisible and destructive! The gust of wind swept past, attacked the city, and hit the edge of the great formation—
boom!
There was a burst of sound from all directions at the same time, piercing the eardrum.
The loess is stirred, and the gravel splashes!
Hundreds of stone arrays buried under the soil were hooped by puppet wires, golden light suddenly appeared, and cracks instantly covered the stone surface, densely packed!
In the shade of the gas station, in the corners where the lights of the rest station are not illuminated, on the side of the road in the wilderness... At the same time, such a scene appeared in those hidden corners—
At the moment when the formation stone burst, the young people who were responsible for burying the formation stone groaned and curled up abruptly.
"what happened?!"
"Where did this puppet line come from?"
The people who set up the formation are connected to the formation, just like the puppet line and the puppet master are spiritually connected.
The big formation was severely impacted, like someone was throwing a long whip with electric light, slamming them on their nerves!
Those who were not yet experienced enough to bear it, could not even make a sound, so they fell to their knees in pain.
***
Above the eyes, there is also a restlessness.
Zhang Biling and the others who came with them were different, some were still holding on, some staggered two steps, and bent down.
The faces of the heads of the families who were in charge of the town became ugly one after another.
The eldest head of the Luo family had white hair and beard, and was as thin as a reed in the wind. He shook his body in the quake, the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground and moved slightly, stepping down heavily.
The moment he stabilized, all the rock formations that were tossed out within a hundred miles suddenly stopped their shattering and trembled in the sand.
It's not easy this time.
To be precise, it is very difficult.
He is over a hundred years old, and he has practiced the formation technique for ninety years. He does not do much, nor is it a small thing, to make up a note halfway. Never has it been as exhausting as this one. There was even a few traces of blood in the clenched teeth when pressing the stone formation.
It was the result of two forces colliding, and he actually had the upper hand!
***
in the wilderness.
The instantly weakened reactions of those who formed the formation passed along the puppet line, and were faintly perceived when they were heard. There are hundreds of people from Wuwuyangyang, but there is no Zhang Zhengchu...
He was in the center of the formation, surrounded by the crowd on both sides and behind him. It occupies the most important position, but when it was subjected to the force of breaking the formation, it moved subtly.
The difference is not visible to the naked eye at all, but it is the most direct feeling when you smell it.
If the previous scene about Zhou Xu's childhood is still speculation, then Zhang Zhengchu's actions at this time almost proves that he is not a good thing at all! Selfish, cowardly, insidious and narrow-minded.
It is not surprising that such a person would do the kind of thing that borrowed hundreds of cages and thousands of innocent people to feed themselves.
"Why such a person?"
When he smelled, his fingers were wrapped with puppet threads pointing in all directions. Under the condensed control of the strong spirit, the cold light was exposed, and it was the sharpest edge that cut iron like mud. The resistance and pain from all kinds of people are passed along these cold long lines, pouring into the sea of spirits and consciousness.
He could sense the tiniest emotions of those people.
"Why is this kind of person..."
It was this kind of person who stood at such a high position after a thousand years, instructing hundreds of thousands of people to follow the trajectory he drew, letting others consume what he should consume, and others bear what he should bear, but he stood in the middle of the crowd, safe and sound.
"Why is he?" Wen Shi's question was pressed at the bottom of his throat, and there was a faint anger in the dullness.
"With his peace of mind, with the things you know but would never do."
Xie Wen also looked over there, his voice was like the evening wind blowing through the deep forest. He half-squinted his eyes in the wind, and this action made the end of his eyes slightly curved, as if he was smiling and commenting on things that had nothing to do with him, and people who had nothing to do with him.
But in fact, standing a few feet away are the descendants of the descendants who should respectfully call him "Patriarch" but no one has ever called him that. They used the abilities he taught, spoke the words he handed down, and did the things he led, but under the tireless distorted depictions of some people, they set him on the opposite side.
The last time a crowd gathered like this was the day he was sealed.
No matter whether it is a person or a matter, it has everything to do with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say a deep hatred to ordinary people.
He didn't look at Zhang Zhengchu more, but said to Wen Shi, "You will loosen your fingers if you feel the pain of those juniors in the formation—"
Look at him when he smells it.
"—If he can fool some honest fans, you can only please me." Xie asked.
***
On the edge of the great formation, those young people who were in charge of burying the formation stones only felt that the enormous power suppressed on the nerves suddenly lightened! They were at a loss for a moment, and quickly seized the opportunity to take a few breaths.
They turned over and hurried to the side of the formation stone.
The crack on the stone surface stopped the trend of continuing to spread, and it stopped before it was crushed.
"Why did it stop?!"
"But the puppet line is still there."
"What's the situation?"
Those puppet lines are still nailed under the loess, thin and tough, glowing with snow and cold light, casting shadows on the ground quietly and coldly.
In the eyes of the formation, the patriarchs who were sitting in the town also felt a momentary relaxation of the power of breaking the formation.
The old man of the Luo family didn't think about it, swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, took the opportunity to take a breath, and shouted in his voice: "What are you stupid?! Reinforce it!"
Others specializing in array formation followed closely behind!
They replenished their strength one after another, and pressed the square formation stone a few centimeters into the depths of the land, and then raised their heads to look at the young puppet master several meters away, frowning in surprise.
Those few seconds seemed extraordinarily long, and they even gave birth to a bit of fear that they did not dare to speak aloud.
But soon, they found those fears absurd.
It was just a junior in his twenties.
It is true that his talent is excellent and his strength is terrifying. It is true that he caught everyone by surprise just now, and almost made him destroy the great formation set up by hundreds of people... But in the final analysis, it was because of sudden changes, and they were unprepared.
If there is, this will not happen.
These patriarchs have cultivated the ability to remain calm and timid over the decades.
They quickly returned to normal, and whispered, "Who is this? Which family?"
"When did such a number one character appear in the puppet master?!"
Looking at this posture, even if it is comparable to Zhang Yalin, who is in the limelight.
the most important is…
"His actions are unreasonable. What misunderstandings and festivals are there?"
- They are like a group of elders judging a strange descendant who was born out of nowhere. Only Wu Yin, the head of the Wu family, did not make a sound, and did not follow the crowd to reinforce the formation. She just narrowed her eyes and leaned slightly, as if she wanted to see the cold-faced young man in the distance.
"Mr. Wu." The head of the Yang family looked at Wu Yin, holding a piece of talisman paper in his hand, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wu Yin didn't look at her, her eyes were still a few feet away: "...It's nothing, I just feel like I've seen him somewhere, and his face is familiar."
***
The voices from behind and around him never ceased.
After the others moved, Zhang Zhengchu moved slightly. He clenched the knuckles of the cane so hard that he heard a click, and the other end of the cane pressed a deep hole on the hard ground, and pressed firmly against the most central point of the formation eye.
In an instant, the cracking sound of the cement road continued! Twisted long slits meandering from under the cane, like tens of thousands of swimming snakes, suddenly spread out in all directions!
The entire road sank suddenly, and together with the grass and tall trees—the entire land surrounded by the great formation sank a few inches. , moved with Zhang Zhengchu's cane, covered the sky and the earth with a radius of 100 miles, and pressed everything down.
So the eyes were crushed to death.
The spirits of hundreds of people were condensed into thin strands, wrapped around his cane and extended to the ground.
The gust of wind caused by the breaking of the formation immediately came to an end! The trembling stone formations also suddenly stopped!
All four are wild.
As the last help, he seemed to have finally resisted the puppet master's breaking trend, the momentum was monstrous, and the turbulent formation stabilized.
All the homeowners breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Zhengchu stared at the man with his hands full of puppet lines without turning his eyes, suppressing the surprise he had drawn before.
"Lady." Zhang Zhengchu opened his mouth with a calm voice, but there was no expression on his face. He speaks with an old-fashioned stereotype, which is extremely oppressive to many juniors.
The surrounding discussion came to an abrupt end.
With the reminder of the word "post-birth", the faces of the heads of each family softened. Follow Zhang Zhengchu to look at the people coming.
"You belong to the Shen family?" Zhang Zhengchu asked word by word.
The chatter that had just stopped hummed again.
Say a certain name, each family may not have an impression. But when it comes to the Shen family, it's so fucking impressive!
More than half of the people present had been sleepless all night because of the dancing dead line. They had watched the line dance all the way to the level of Zhang Yalin, but they couldn't find a living name.
It is understandable to say that it belongs to the Shen family. Even the dancing line is easy to explain.
Because everyone had heard that the Shen family's apprentices couldn't even get on the famous tree chart, and then their strength soared, and they could compete with the people at the top of the famous tree chart.
As a result, the group hadn't finished talking. The handsome and tall young man replied, "No."
He glanced down slightly, and seemed to be looking at Zhang Zhengchu, but also seemed tired of looking at him. His thin lips barely moved when he spoke, with a mocking and indifferent tone.
Zhang Zhengchu frowned, his eyes swept across the people on the opposite side again, and countless thoughts passed through his heart.
Someone behind him murmured suspiciously: "I've counted and counted but I can't count where the ancestor of Bu Ning is. Could it be that the ancestor changed his sex and didn't pick the dead person who didn't hurt the original owner?"
Another person pressed his voice to remind him: "What are you thinking, this is a puppet master."
Zhang Zhengchu spoke again: "Aren't you Shen Qiao's apprentice?"
"No." The other party answered the same thing twice, and the second time his tone was obviously colder.
"Then who are you?" Zhang Zhengchu asked.
"It has something to do with you?" The other party's gloom and unhappiness were almost written on his face, and he was straightforward and unconcealed.
Zhang Zhengchu squinted his eyes agitated by his tone, and said slowly: "Of course it has something to do with me. Not only about me, but also about the elders standing around me. Since you use the puppets handed down from your ancestors If you do what the judges are doing, you can be called a fellow man."
"The judge has been in existence for more than a thousand years. It has been passed down from master to apprentice for hundreds of generations, and there are thousands of people who still exist in the world. They have cooperated and helped each other and obeyed the rules of righteousness and etiquette. According to the rules of etiquette, more than half of these thousands of people. Some people can call you 'the younger generation', and most of those people will call the elders around me a master—"
Zhang Zhengchu didn't look back, but his fingers swiped across the people around him, "You say, do we have the right to ask you which school you are born in, and who will discipline you?"
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, giving the patriarchs behind him time to digest and respond. He turned around, and was about to open his mouth to ask again, when he saw the eyes of the young puppet master clearly under the darkness, and suddenly froze for some reason—
When smelling, the dark eyes fell on Zhang Zhengchu without turning.
When he is staring at people, his eyelids are always slightly drooping, and his eyes are cast down the slope of the eyelashes, like a piece of clean and dust-free glass, often giving people the illusion of being cold and heartless. .
Chen Duo said before that his eyes were very special.
Where is it in particular, he asked several times, but he didn't get a serious answer several times, mostly just to tease him.
He is a very memorable person. Not to hold grudges, but to remember something important - when he was a child, he once scared the disciples down the mountain on Songyun Mountain Road, and when he went down the mountain after a teenager, he had to ask Zhong Si to give him a disguise talisman.
Later, he went back to the mountain a few times and forgot to reveal it. He thought he could take the opportunity to bluff the dust, but he would always be recognized immediately. When asked why, Chen Dao raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes and said, "The next time you look at me like this, remember to be more lively, preferably with a smile, because that may be more confusing. a while."
Wen Shi pondered for a while, and could only ask him to leave in his heart.
But at this moment after a thousand years, when he looked at Zhang Zhengchu, there might be a bit of a smile in his eyes - not the kind that Chenbu said, but a sneering smile.
It seemed that every sentence of Zhang Zhengchu just now sounded ridiculous to him.
He said coldly: "You ask me which school and faction, and who will discipline me?"
Zhang Zhengchu seemed to be suddenly seized by someone!
He opened his eyes wide and squinted, staring at Wen without blinking, his eyebrows twisted into Sichuan characters. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't speak.
He didn't seem to want to know the answer all of a sudden, and his fingers grabbed the end of the cane—
At the same time he made some moves, Wen Shi was no longer in place!
So much happened in that instant, like a scroll that was pulled sideways.
On the left is Zhang Zhengchu holding his cane.
The old fingers are like winding tree roots, and outside the bones is a loose layer of old skin. The blue veins are connected by twists and turns under the skin, with several protruding and swollen nodes. At the moment he exerted force, the qiu knot burst into flames!
The spirit gods wrapped around the walking stick gathered the strength of hundreds of people, and one end extended into the depths of the loess, like an earth dragon wrapped in golden light. In an instant, it covered every inch of the land in the big formation!
At the other end, he climbed up with Zhang Zhengchu's clasped hands at a high speed. The muscles and veins under his skin became clearly visible, and the bruises were intertwined and densely packed. And the white light brought by those spiritual gods converged toward his heart and forehead along every tendon!
Behind him, the faces of the heads of the families were either horrified or hesitant.
The head of the Luo family, who was in charge of the formation before, was the closest to him, and the impact force from his whole body was hitting his heart, and he stepped back several meters with his chest in his chest. Among the elders, the Yang family's patriarch was still young and had the quickest response. He took five talismans in one hand and patted it in the direction of Zhang Zhengchu.
When the talisman paper was released from his fingers, the phantom of a giant shield fell from the sky and plunged straight into the ground, blocking Zhang Zhengchu's maddening spiritual power.
There are still many people who have thrown out the puppet line, and giant puppets of different shapes leap out from one end of the long line.
right side of the screen.
When he smelled it, there was only a white shadow that could not be captured by the naked eye. He reached forward with his left hand, turned his wrist with his right hand, and tightened the puppet lines that were implicated in all the formations. The spirits flowed out along the long line, and when they went straight out, the whole sky was bright.
The purple and white electric light filled the sky, followed by the thunder, which exploded between the heaven and the earth.
The scene was stretched to the extreme, and all contracted at the point of the formation.
In the blink of an eye, Xie Wen folded a long thatch from the side, with his fingers like dead branches hooked around the grass pole and wrapped a special knot, then twisted the back of his fingers, and the other palm was facing the grass root. Tap lightly.
The thatched grass was shot straight out by the strong wind.
Obviously slender and vulnerable to a single blow, but at this moment it is like the sharpest long arrow in the world, straight to Wen Shi. It was only half a step faster than when it was heard, and it passed through the barrier of the spirits and spirits that stirred up around Zhang Zhengchu's body with great strength.
Every time he penetrated a layer, Zhang Zhengchu's face turned pale.
"Elder Zhang, be careful!"
"gentlemen-"
At that moment, Aqi's instinct broke out, but he swooped over with no expression on his face.
So he saw Zhang Zhengchu's pupils that suddenly shrank, the shadow of thatched grass reflected in it, and the flames shone around him.
It happened to burn to ashes before it penetrated the back of the puppet's head.
In the next second, Aqi was bound by a long wire. Under the pull of gravity, he was violently thrown several dozen feet away!
It was at that time that Wen Shi suddenly fell in front of Zhang Zhengchu.
With the smell of embers from the burning thatch, he raised his hand, his index finger and middle finger were tautly clasped inward, and a thin white puppet thread was hanging from his joints.
Even though he didn't touch anyone, Zhang Zhengchu seemed to be sucked by an invisible force!
His feet were half off the ground, the flesh on his neck was sunken, and cyan fingerprints appeared. He took two breaths in his throat, pursed his lips tightly, and opened his nose.
"Didn't you ask me which school and faction I belong to, and who will discipline me?" Wen Shi looked down at him, his voice cold and hoarse.
Even if he was grabbed by the air, Zhang Zhengchu still held the cane tightly in both hands and did not let go. Those entangled spirits were still connected to the ground at one end, and wrapped around him at the other end.
When the two fingerprints flowed across his neck, a fine wound appeared on his finger when he smelled it, and dark red blood oozes out from under the fair skin.
He didn't even look at it, only said to Zhang Zhengchu in a deep voice, "There is only one person in this world who can discipline me..."
"It's called dust."
The moment these three words fell, the blood on Zhang Zhengchu's face faded, and it was really hard to look!
"you!"
Zhang Zhengchu cast his eyes away with difficulty, stared at the thin line with the snow blade and cold light on Wen Shi's finger, and squeezed out a few words from his throat, "You are..."
His voice was so hoarse that he could only hear it when he heard it, and after saying two words, he coughed violently, his face flushed from the cough.
From looking into Wen Shi's eyes, Zhang Zhengchu realized that he was really reckless this time.
But this can't be blamed on him, it's just that this body is too old to last long... He's too anxious, and Bu Ning's spirit is too tempting for him.
So much so that he wanted to take a risk, taking a small risk with the help of the power of the spirits and gods of all the family masters and those young bodies... If he succeeds, then he can at least continue for another hundred years and live like a human for a long time.
rather than filth.
But at the end of the day, I found out that this risk is bigger than the sky...
***
Countless thoughts have flashed through his mind, but to bystanders, all these changes are in the blink of an eye.
In the eyes of those patriarchs, it was the unfamiliar young puppet master who attacked the formation coldly as soon as they met, and Zhang Zhengchu condensed the power of each family to force the formation. Before he could ask where the puppet master came from, the other party pointed directly at the formation, forcing Zhang Zhengchu to spread his coercion and protect himself.
They hadn't heard the conversation between Wen Shi and Zhang Zhengchu, and this change was simply a siege, and no one could stand it.
The head of the Luo family clutched his bruised heart and shouted sharply, "Stop!"
When the voice fell, three giant purple-gold beasts lunged towards them dragging their sonorous chains, their muscles knotted like mountains, and sparks splashed between the chains, like stars falling straight down.
With a huge mouth large enough to swallow a house in the mountains, he roared when he heard it.
It was the giant puppet of the Changle Lin family.
The roar of the giant puppet set off a hurricane, and the wind vortex swallowed it straight when it was heard.
During the whistling, Wen Shi heard the other party say: "I don't know why your descendant made such a reckless move, you insisted on breaking this formation. Since you have such talent, it is impossible for you to be ignorant of the formation! This is just a spirit-raising formation formed by a hundred people. , in order to welcome the dead and resurrected ancestor Bu Ning, who was originally a respectful heart of later generations, showing good intentions! What are you making trouble?!"
"Spirit raising array..."
The wind vortex swept the sand and gravel across the sky, but it was still pinned to the spot when he smelled it, only the black hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and the tip of his hair covered his eyes.
With his left hand hanging by his side, the three newly stretched puppet lines stretched straight and deeply embedded in the ground. He asked coldly, "Do you know how the Spirit Raising Array raises the spirits?"
The head of the Lin family couldn't react in time, and it was Luo Lao, who specialized in formation, who said, "Using the spiritual energy of plants and trees to nourish the soul."
"That's after the change." Wen Shi was impatient.
He has always been the most troublesome to explain some obvious things, but in this case, he had to do such a stupid thing: "The Spirit Raising Array was originally built by Bu Ning, in order to raise a few living people who were eroded by the cage vortex. He It was my own spirit that was drawn, and the young and old of the family were filled. Later, some people with bad intentions took advantage of this formation to do some beastly things, so I adjusted the formation and used grass and trees instead of living people or other spirits. Mutually."
"The difference between the two lies in the way the center stone is embedded under the formation." Wen Shi's face was cold, his eyes swept across the ground and said, "Since you are cultivating the formation, you also have eyes, so you can dig it out and see for yourself. !"
Mr. Luo's face changed several times.
He doesn't know this young puppet master, but the Zhang family's patriarch has known him for nearly a hundred years.
And when I heard it, I couldn't wait any longer.
The Spirit Raising Array came out of Bu Ning's hands, and he even set it up several times to save people. It was one of the most familiar formations. Looking at the movement of Zhang Zhengchu's cane, he knew what the other party was thinking about!
The biggest difference between the earliest spiritual raising array and the current spiritual raising array is the location—
The former is the raised spirit phase placed in the center of the formation eye, and the latter is placed in the center of the formation eye by the plants and trees for spirit offerings and the people who hold the formation.
The most villainous thing about Zhang Zhengchu is that he did not form the formation alone, but drew more than a hundred families.
Different people's spirits and gods are intertwined and restrained, like a tangled thread that has no ends. Once the formation is launched, it is difficult to stop it except for strong breaking.
And Zhang Zhengchu is not a normal living spirit. He is supported by different cages. In order to survive, he has turned himself into something with the same origin as Hui Gu.
Hui Gu is wild by nature, gluttonous and living spirit.
Putting such a thing on the eye of the Spirit Raising Array, it is not something that a Spirit Phase can satisfy at all. When greed comes up, everyone in the big formation will lose it!
So when you hear it, you have to break through the battle.
Not only the battle, but he also had to tear apart the connection between Zhang Zhengchu and the caged vortex.
***
Before the heads of the various families could find out, his fingers were already stretched out when he smelled it.
The long line that affected the Bafang Array was tensed again, and the flowing electric light oscillated along the line in the roar of the giant puppet. The whole land began to shake violently.
The hurricane was divided into several strands under the cut of the puppet line, like a gray giant pillar that penetrated the sky. The thunder and lightning in the sky pierced the surging sea of clouds, and it almost fell straight down the hurricane column.
I saw him snap his fingers.
Those who set up the formation screamed and knelt down under the crushing pressure, and this time, even the patriarchs couldn't hold back.
Luo Lao's beard and hair were messed up in the wind.
He was still digesting the sentence "The Spirit Raising Array was originally made by Bu Ning". This sentence was spit out from the mouth of a young puppet master of unknown origin and surprisingly strong, and it had a certain meaning that he couldn't think about.
There was chaos in his mind, and the sudden pain pierced the chaos with a sword.
Above his head, at the moment when the thunder and lightning exploded, he bent over while covering his heart in the snow, and realized something that shocked him—
If Ancestor Bu Ning could come back to life...
What about the other one? ?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, he heard Wu Yin, the head of the Wu family beside him, whispering softly. She said: "I remember... I saw him in Xi'an, I saw this person. He walked with Shen Qiao, that's what he looked like."
"Nearly sixty years and he hasn't changed at all..."
Grandpa Luo and Wu Yin looked at each other, their eyes widened, and their eyes were full of panic.
But there is still a fool who doesn't understand. He suffocated a fire in the unbearable pain, rushed forward, and tried to cut off the puppet line in Wen Shi's hand with a giant puppet.
He let out a loud shout and said hoarsely, "Even if there are hidden dangers in this array, it's not like you can break through it alone. Look at the people all over the place, who gave you the confidence?!"
"I."
The man's voice just fell, and before he raised his eyes when he heard it, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind.
The next moment, he felt the body temperature of another person on his shoulders.
Xie Wen's withered hand supported his shoulder, the intact one stretched out from the back, and the five fingers clasped between his fingers, as if pulling a puppet thread for him.
The slightly drooping eyelashes blinked lightly when they smelled, and then, Sanskrit with golden light flowed out from their fingers, like countless long dragons, spread out straight along the long puppet lines, passing through countless gray wind columns, Straight to the sky!
There was a sound of "dang-" in the minds of all the people who set up the formation, as if someone was on the top of a mountain, banging a thousand-year-old bell with their sleeves.