The purple-clothed Taoist stared at the rune for a long time, and was about to rub it down, but saw the group of chasing spirit cultivators quickly returning to him.
His expression was condensed, and his coercion was like a prison. He didn't need to speak, so cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the monks, and he immediately said: "Report to the head, the great formation was changed by the monk, and now we can't go out for the time being. We can only wait for Elder Song to break it. He said, if you want to break the formation forcibly, you must be responsible for repairing it."
It's not that he doesn't want to forcibly break the formation, but Elder Song, who is the leader of the Ziyun Dao talisman formation, would never agree to break it out by force. He was born in the Jin royal family, and he knows that if the talisman formation is forcibly broken, the cost of rebuilding is almost the same. Reconstruction, I will not be able to get it with the book for a while and a half, not to mention that even though there are nearly half of the spiritual objects on the north and southeast three continents, the spiritual objects of Ziyun Dao are still tense, and each branch and vein has a strict quota. Array, at least one year's spirits of the Jin Kingdom must be filled in.
"I know," the purple-robed Taoist nodded slightly and asked lightly, "The son of Taiqing who saved people earlier, can you see the talisman?"
The headed cultivator immediately said: "According to what my subordinates see, there is a Dharma lamp in the young white lotus talisman. Among them, the white lotus is extremely pure and cannot be faked."
"It turned out to be Xie Chuandeng's lineage," the Taoist Ziyi nodded, "Let's step back."
"Yes!" The god-turning cultivator left immediately, leaving only the Taoist man in Ziyi to stay where he was, as if he had formed a world of his own.
After a while, an old cultivator with long beards and white eyebrows quickly came to him, but he didn't even greet him, he moved forward and touched the magic circle again. His face was intoxicated, and he couldn't help nodding his head: "Good method! Good method! It's so mysterious, it doesn't lose to real tattoos!"
The purple-clothed cultivator said lightly, "Naturally, that's the lineage of Taiqing Chuan Deng."
"Are you blaming the undercover disciples I sent for failing to come back?" The white-browed cultivator sneered, "Come on, Xie Chuandeng lost his thousand years of cultivation in order to steal the law, and after swallowing the Rejuvenation Pill, he mixed into Kun-Lai. Kun-Lai has learned a complete set of Feilai Peak formations, but what happened? He worked hard for decades and wrote more than 4 million formation formations, but he couldn't find even a single disciple in the robe, not even the base spirit of Feilai Peak. If he couldn't get it, the drawings of the several houses left before his death were hard to close his eyes. His own son, Xie Shouqing, was ridiculed for his incompetence and committed suicide. There was only one grandson left in the Chuan Deng line. How can it be?"
Knowing the meaning of Taiqing Bailian Taoism, and possessing the unique skills of formation, he is also a line of light, and it is his unknown grandson. Alas, he also wanted to swallow the Rejuvenation Pill and go to Kunlai to go undercover, but unfortunately, although the Rejuvenation Pill can be rejuvenated, it will damage the spiritual roots, and his lifespan will be lost proportionally. His lifespan is extremely limited, swallowing it. He will not survive for more than ten years, and it is estimated that he will not be able to learn even one corner of Feilai Peak, let alone 12 years of roasting at the outer door.
The purple-clothed monk was silent.
"Think about the actual way," Elder Song sighed, and continued to look at the formation with longing, "It seems that Xie Chuandeng's grandson has inherited his mantle, I don't think you need to chase that Zhao boy, you have to find a way to get rid of him. This one invites me to come over and ask for advice, and I won't ask you for next year's spiritual artifact."
"It's you who said that Zhao Hao got the Kun-Lai ruins of the past, and has the manuscript of the formation of the tortured Dao Master." Zi Ji monk said helplessly.
"That's all 600 years old. You don't even know about Kun-Lai's formations in the past 100 years... Well, forget it, you don't understand the formations." Elder Song didn't want to talk to non-professionals about his profession. , Continue to turn your head to be obsessed, this is the Array Talisman from Kun-Lai! As an array cultivator, he has long admired Daoist Xingdao to the extreme, "Also, take care of your daughter, how many times have you let Zhao Hao go?"
"Forget it, I will try my best to negotiate with the Taiqing faction." The purple-clothed cultivator sighed slightly, but then he thought about it again. Recently, I have not heard that the Taiqing Chuandeng lineage has re-opened the mountain. I want to come to the matter of the grandson of Xie Chuandeng going out. Taiqing also doesn't know? No wonder he wanted to capture that Zhao Hao—if there was a chance, could he be drawn over
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Although there is a chase, but when the magic circle is opened and closed, Feng Qingxiu is confident, even the leader of the circle will take a little time
"Name?" At the foot of Chongnan Mountain, Feng Qingxiu asked the young man he had captured.
"Why should I tell you?" The young man looked at him sideways, his tall nose was perfectly curved, his brows and eyes were deep and angular, his eyes were black and white, and he was looking at people with his chin slightly raised at this moment. The face can also make countless girls heart beat.
"I saved you." Feng Qingxiu said lightly.
"I begged you to save me?" The young man snorted and said proudly, "If it wasn't for your trouble, I would have run away at that time."
"If you don't say anything, I'll send you back to escape again." Feng Qingxiu raised her hand with a smile, her fingertips lingering with invisible sword energy, exuding terrifying pressure.
"Come on, see if you are willing to save me, there must be some reason to save me, if you don't say anything, I can leave." The young man patted his butt, got up from the ground, checked the equipment on his body, and found that there was nothing missing, so he Only the back is left, "Thank you for your great kindness, no need to see you again."
Feng Qingxiu tilted her head, thinking that she is the elder brother of Kun-Lai. No matter how the other party got the core inheritance of Kun-Lai, they are considered as outer disciples of Kun-Lai. , not only should, but also should be.
When the invisible sword came out, the young man seemed to be frivolous, but in fact he was on full alert. The long sword was unsheathed, bringing out an ice-cold autumn water, and his cultivation was suddenly transformed into a god.
But just dodging with one sword, the body protection magic weapon on the youth has screamed nearly a hundred times, causing his face to change slightly for a while - this means that the opponent has at least nearly a hundred swords that can hurt him at this moment, if it is not for him. That special magic weapon to protect the body.
"Stop!" The young man couldn't help shouting, "What kind of skill is it to rely on this magic weapon, do you dare to fight with a real sword?"
This top-quality instrument of his can resist the cultivator for a moment. It is the biggest reliance on his scattered cultivator who has not died in Central Continent for so many years, but the recovery of the consumption will take time. If the consumption is used up at one time, this The magic weapon is useless, but the invisible sword energy of the opponent is too sharp and strange. In such a moment, the magic weapon is almost exhausted!
Feng Qingxiu slightly hooked her lips, summoning the incomparably sharp Heavenly Demon Sword Qi, using her finger as a sword, and posing a gesture of invitation.
The young man thought to himself that this guy must be the youngster of some old monster monk who just came out of the nest. He was so easily tricked into the trap, but he liked it! He stared at the opponent intently, and suddenly started his hand, swiped his long sword, changed his body shape, and quickly passed the opponent, and when he folded his right wrist, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy's neck.
Feng Qingxiu's fingertips gently touched the edge of his sword, avoiding the edge of the sword like a flower in the side steps. On the side, the small sword was as light and cold as a snake. When it was drawn, it brought out a strange light whistling. It followed a trajectory that conformed to the way of heaven.
Feng Qingxiu didn't move the fingertips of the sword, raised her thumb, and changed it to a twist. After the young man pulled hard, ignoring the huge force on his sword, the last one came first, pulling the long sword like a ribbon. to the trajectory that the little sword is about to cross.
The young man's expression changed, he couldn't bear to strike himself with his two swords, he kicked his right knee on his wrist, and when he flipped, he forcibly changed the small sword into a thorn, avoiding the two swords hitting each other, and continued to stab his kidneys away.
Feng Qingxiu didn't change her expression, but pulled the long sword down. If the opponent didn't stop his hand, his arm would definitely be broken.
The young man frowned, and the left hand abandoned the sword and retracted, but the small sword still stabbed straight away under the control of his spiritual sense, and when the left hand shrank and avoided, it came out one after another like a poisonous snake, and pointed into a sword, bombarding it.
Feng Qingxiu raised her eyebrows, her left hand that didn't move closed her fingers and clenched her fist. With a flash in the air, she directly hit the bridge of the opponent's nose.
The young man took a big step back to stand firm, and before he regained his senses, he was tapped on the neck with his fingertips.
"Let go, let go!" The young man waved his hand angrily, "You guys are amazing, you want to kill or cut whatever you want, I don't have anything, I don't have a map, I don't know the ruins, and everyone knows that soul searching doesn't work for me. , kind of bite me!"
"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.
"Why should I tell you!" The young man looked at him with his nostrils.
So Feng Qingxiu beat him again.
"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu still asked calmly.
"I, why should I tell you!" The young man wiped his nosebleed and expressed his indifference with a bruised face.
Feng Qingxiu had to beat him again.
"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.
"I, I won't tell you!" The young man gritted his teeth.
Feng Qingxiu raised her hand again, and the young man reflexively covered his head, but found that the other party was only stroking his tossed hair: "Can you say a pseudonym? I just want you to say a name to talk. That's it."
The young man raised his head suddenly, glared at him for a long time, and then said angrily, "Don't you all know my pseudonym Zhao Hao?"
Feng Qingxiu nodded, indicating that she knew: "Then, where did you learn your mind from?"
"Loose cultivators are all incomplete exercises in the ruins, you really don't know or are you fake?" The young man looked at him strangely.
"Where are the ruins?" Feng Qingxiu asked.
"It's ruined, I will automatically collapse when I come out there." The young man lowered his head, looked sad, and wiped his tears naturally and skillfully.
"Take me to see it." Feng Qingxiu felt that if she could know where the ruins were, maybe what Master was looking for would also be there. This news may be more reliable than that of Yunshan City.
The youth frowned: "I said it was ruined, don't you believe it?"
"I believe, but just look." Feng Qingxiu looked at his panda eyes and gave him a delicate bottle, "An anti-swelling cream, rub it."
"Who knows if you are poison or not." The young man named Zhao Hao looked at him alertly.
Don't forget it, Feng Qingxiu withdrew her hand, this place in Zhongzhou really lost the trust of people.
When he retracted his hand, he revealed a vague sea character on the medicine bottle, which made the young man's eyes twinkle, and immediately reached out and grabbed it: "It hurts so much, just wipe it for me!"
This is a good thing. I have seen it at Yueyan before. I heard that it is a top-grade Wufengyu cream from Xizhou. It can be used externally or taken internally. It has a miraculous effect on the treatment of dark injuries in the body and meridians. After receiving such a small bottle, this guy actually took it out... Zhao Hao's eyes on Feng Qingxiu changed immediately, and even the friendly smile on his face was switched naturally and perfectly.
This is not a chick, it is clearly a fat sheep!