Meng Qi didn't even have time to feel sorry for the blood moon.
She looked up at the sky, and under the blue sky, the mighty and huge goshawk spread its wings, which really had the aura of covering the sky and the sun.
Although it was just a shadow, even the feathers on the wings seemed to be distinct, pointing sharply at the ghostly shadow on the ground.
Meng Qi turned to look at Ji Wujiong.
The other party's eyes were blood red, and the wound on his face was faintly red, as if it was about to burn in the next moment.
The narrow black knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, his lips moved constantly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Small skills!" In Meng Qi's mind, the man's voice became lazy, "You can think about what you want him to do in the next twelve hours."
His tone was relaxed, and Meng Qi subconsciously sketched the appearance of the master in his mind.
The white-robed man wears a crown with his hair tied up, and his robe has wide sleeves. Not only does his appearance far surpass that of an exiled immortal, but he also has an air of demeanor.
He likes spring afternoons the most. There are soft cushions on the wooden recliner under the peach blossom tree, and a small black table next to it, with seasonal fresh fruits on it.
He lay lazily on the recliner, half-closed his starry eyes, and lazily watched Meng Qi practice.
Those times were the quietest and most beautiful years in her life.
Hearing the man's casual and calm voice, Meng Qi's brows and eyes also relaxed.
In contrast, Ji Wujiong's eyes were red, and even the wound on his face became red.
It's a judgment call.
Mingming Ji Wujiong was much stronger than her, but Meng Qi relaxed for some reason.
Suddenly she was not afraid of anything.
You can face all the difficulties and dangers ahead without fear!
The corners of Meng Qi's lips raised slightly, and her smile stretched her eyebrows.
Ji Wujiong glared at her coldly and snorted softly.
In an instant, the magic circle in front of him exploded violently.
Those ghostly white figures suddenly merged into a mass, and then grew bigger and bigger, and finally a strong white arm emerged from the ground.
A giant, propped up on the ground, stood up slowly.
"Heh—" the man chuckled lazily.
"Hehehe..." Ji Wujiong smiled coldly.
Meng Qi stood there in awe, clasping several more mysterious spirit stones in her hand.
She knocked three thousand mysterious spirit stones from Fengmeng. At this time, she was rich and powerful, and she supported her master to win Ji Wujiong, which was very generous.
Another howl of an eagle sounded in the blue sky.
The goshawk swooped down suddenly, spread its sharp claws, and rushed towards the huge ghostly white shadow.
Although Ghost White Shadow is big, it is far inferior to Goshawk's flexibility.
What's more, one is in the air, with quick and sharp movements, and can pull up and dive at any time, with an imposing manner.
In the blink of an eye, the huge ghostly white shadow was forced to retreat again and again, and even dodged in a bit of embarrassment.
"See his movements clearly." The man suddenly reminded Meng Qi.
"Yes." Meng Qi looked at Ji Wujiong as she said.
He carved the ground with a narrow knife in his hand, as if he was drawing a new magic circle.
Meng Qi's right hand hangs by his side, following the movement of his narrow knife, he quickly draws the same trajectory in the air.
Ji Wujiong raised the narrow knife, and Meng Qi also happened to be the best one.
"Have you written it down?" the man asked softly.
"Yeah." Meng Qi nodded obediently, "But I don't know him."
"This guy may have studied under the demon cultivator." The man said, "Remember first, I will teach you slowly."
"...Okay." Meng Qi was stunned for a moment before softly responding.
Obviously it was just a simple sentence, but her nose was sore, and even her eye sockets were a little hot.
She shouldn't have thought about it just because of Ji Wujiong's few words.
Master, he is clearly the best!
Meng Qi blinked quickly, blinking away the mist that instantly rose from her eyes.
The flies and ghostly white shadows fighting together in front of them, the battle is coming to an end.
Ji Wujiong cursed suddenly, thrust the narrow knife into the ground, and turned to look at Meng Qi coldly.
The blood in his eyes gradually faded, and the wound on his face turned black again.
Ji Wujiong's eyes became clear, and he looked at Meng Qi coldly: "You win."
"Eh?" Meng Qi asked curiously: "Where's your new magic circle? Is it not activated?"
"There is no spirit stone." Ji Wujiong snorted coldly.
As his words fell, the ghostly white shadow really faded slowly.
The goshawk let out a long cry, and its sharp claws overturned the white shadow.
Just like those little ghosts before, with a soft "poof", the huge ghost's shadow turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared in the wind.
The goshawk circled up into the sky, and those much smaller goshawks began to return from all directions.
Except for the two medicines they snatched from Ji Wujiong, they quickly brought back some other spirit grasses and spirit flowers that were used to detoxify Qiwu, and put them all obediently in Meng Qi's hands.
Ji Wujiong snorted coldly, and turned away from looking at Meng Qi.
He actually had some spirit stones on him during this time.
In addition to paying off those spirit stones for Lu Qingran's Alliance of Uncultivators, there are still about a hundred eighth-grade spirit stones left.
For most practitioners, that will last a long time.
Ji Wujiong has never been troubled by Lingshi in his life, nor has he at all. Without Lingshi, he would be unable to move an inch in the Three Thousand Worlds.
That is to say, because of Lu Qingran's debts outside the Huajiang mansion, Su Qian forced him into such a mess, and it happened that he was at his weakest, so he started to prepare some spirit stones on his body later.
Just now, in the battle with Meng Qi, especially in the final big formation battle, all the spirit stones were thrown out without any hassle.
The new magic circle was drawn, but there was no spirit stone to activate it.
This is the second time Ji Wujiong has been stumped by Lingshi.
It was also because of Meng Qi twice!
Meng Qi raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, feeling really good.
Winning Ji Wujiong is only one of the reasons, and it is the least important one.
She summoned the small cauldron and threw all the elixir and spirit flowers into it with satisfaction.
Then Meng Qi looked up at Ji Wujiong: "No Lingshi?"
Her voice was brisk, with a slight smile: "I still know I'm invincible, so why not... um—"
Before she finished speaking, only a chill seemed to emerge from the spiritual sea.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy in her body seemed to be drained, and everything in front of her eyes became blurred...
"Hmm—" Meng Qi snorted again, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his body fell limply.
"Hello!" Ji Wujiong turned around and saw this scene.
He subconsciously took a step forward, looking at the fainted green robed girl.
The other party's plain face was pale, his long eyelashes drooped, and his thin body fell limply on the ground, looking quite pitiful.
It's just that the smile on the corners of Meng Qi's lips hasn't put away yet.
She didn't finish what she said just now, but Ji Wujiong couldn't understand what she wanted to say.
She just wanted to say that she was no match for her, so she made excuses to admit defeat.
Are you that kind of person? !
Ji Wujiong leaned over, and the cool sleeves of the black robe swept across Meng Qi's cheek.
There was a faint light on his slender fingers, and a ray of magic formula illuminated the girl's fair and elegant cheeks.
"The spiritual energy is overdrawn..." Ji Wujiong's eyes flickered slightly.
It's no wonder that Meng Qi, a foundation builder, refuses to admit defeat and wants to fight himself hard.
She should be thankful that she didn't want to bully others, so she used the magic circle to compete, instead of attacking the magic circle, she went directly towards her.
Otherwise, there would be another hundred Meng Qis, and they would all be wiped out.
Ji Wujiong stretched out his sleeves and stood up.
His eyes fell on the ground aside, on the small bronze cauldron used by Meng Qi to refine medicine.
The small cauldron looks very rough, it is the most common one on the market, the lowest grade medicine refining cauldron that ordinary medical practitioners would use.
Nothing surprising.
Compared with Meng Qi's powerful and profound magic circle cultivation, the things she used were too simple.
"Three thousand worlds are now so indistinguishable from likes and dislikes, good from bad and bad from bad, are they upside down?" Ji Wujiong glanced at Meng Qi's still pale face, looked at the plain and simple green robe on her body, and murmured murmured.
He didn't have a spirit stone, and he couldn't even make medicine, so he simply sat down beside Meng Qi with his legs crossed.
Just now, Ji Wujiong spent a lot of money just to fight her.
He closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and the aura was circulating rapidly in his body.
It's just that every time he turns around for a week and returns to the spiritual sea, he will subconsciously frown.
But for a moment, there were fine beads of sweat on Ji Wujiong's forehead, and the back of the black robe was gradually soaked in sweat.
Other cultivators practice, and every time the aura circulates for a week, they return to the spiritual sea.
It always feels good and good.
But Ji Wujiong seemed to be enduring incomparably great pain, and the sweat dripped down even more at the end.
In the enchantment, the breeze blows, and the vegetation is bleak.
The blue sky is always bright, there is no difference between day and night.
Meng Qi didn't know how long she had been in a coma.
When she opened her eyes, the surroundings were still very bright, and her small bronze medicine cauldron was not far from her eyes, within reach.
"Well—" She moved her body, Linghai was still aching, but the bone-chilling coldness that seemed to be taken away had disappeared.
It seemed to be the same last time.
Meng Qi supported the ground with one hand and slowly sat up.
It was the same last time outside the Huajiang mansion, her spirit energy was overdrawn, and her spirit sea was shaken. She also fell into a coma for a long time before finally recovering.
She looked down at her hands, subconsciously looking left and right.
Master...
She tried, calling softly in her heart.
Sure enough, the man's voice no longer appeared. If it wasn't for Linghai's still aching, in the small bronze cauldron beside her, the elixir and spirit flower that she threw in before she fainted were still there.
Meng Qi almost thought that all the previous events were just a dream.
"Hello!" A pair of black boots stopped in front of her.
Meng Qi raised her head and met Ji Wujiong's eyes.
She looked away in disappointment, and stood up a little shaky.
Ji Wujiong snorted coldly, but it was rare that he didn't say anything sarcastic.
Meng Qi took a deep breath, drew a magic circle around the small bronze tripod, and threw in a few spirit stones.
The magic circle burst out with flames, instantly surrounding the entire bronze tripod.
After a while, the fragrance of the medicine came out from the small cauldron.
Bitter and astringent, with the unique breath of the grassland, surrounded the two.
Ji Wujiong: "..."
Did he read it right? !
This guy practiced an antidote and also used the Lihuo formation? !
Ji Wujiong looked at the magic circle on the ground that Meng Qi used to refine medicine with a complicated expression.
Look at her again.
He can also do the Lihuo Formation, this is not the original formation, it's just a change.
But for refining medicine...
Well, it seems that it is not impossible!
very good!
This arrogance finally made him a little appreciative, and he no longer felt angry just looking at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi concentrated on refining the medicine, although she knew that Master had helped her again, and dealt with Ji Wujiong well.
But the other party left immediately, and she didn't have time to say anything.
The next time it appears, I don't know when I will have to wait.
She looked at the bright flames on the Lihuo formation in front of her, and her eyes became a little dazed.
The ecstatic mood before the coma slowly faded away as the other party disappeared again.
Obviously he also said that if he wanted to find a blood moon for himself, he would also slowly teach him Ji Wujiong's magic circle.
Meng Qi thought of this completely subconsciously, picked up a dead branch, and casually drew the magic circle that Ji Wujiong drew last beside it.
The formation is quite complicated, the lines overlap and reciprocate, it is actually quite difficult to complete it in one go, and finally connect it into a formation.
Meng Qi didn't inject spiritual energy, she just drew the shape of the magic circle according to the gourd.
In this way, even if the spirit stone is embedded later, it cannot be activated.
Ji Wujiong was originally standing aside, but at first he just glanced at Meng Qi from the corner of his eye.
Later, when she saw her drawing a magic circle with dead branches on the ground, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, so she simply watched her draw it openly.
Then he saw that she was holding a dead branch, and the last stroke fell, which just closed into a circle and connected into a complete magic circle.
Ji Wujiong: "..."
He was a little speechless. Didn't he say that the three thousand world magic circle was in decline, and it barely re-emerged hundreds of years ago, so far it has been unable to compete with sword and law cultivators, and it has only been reduced to a tool for weapon cultivators to refine magic weapons
How could such a minor foundation-building cultivator have so many magic circles that he was caught off guard!
"Hey!" Ji Wujiong condescended, squatted down opposite the small bronze tripod, and looked straight into Meng Qi's eyes, "Have you also learned this magic circle?"
"What?" Meng Qi came back to her senses, she glanced at the circle she had drawn, "No."
She said as a matter of course: "Didn't you draw this earlier, and then claimed that you had no spirit stones, and you didn't activate the magic circle? I don't know."
Ji Wujiong: "..."
He was not very angry when he was satirized a little.
It is even rarer that there is no retort.
He looked into Meng Qi's eyes. The green-robed girl had been in a coma for seven or eight hours. After waking up, she began to refine medicine.
Then she said that she had never learned this magic circle.
But she picked up a dead branch, and drew such a complicated magic circle just like this? !
A strange color suddenly flashed in Ji Wujiong's eyes.
He looked at Meng Qi with burning eyes, with complete disbelief in his eyes: "You just..."
He frowned, still feeling a little unbelievable: "It's so far away, seeing me draw it once, can I draw it into a magic circle?"
He started to see clearly just now that Meng Qi did it in one go, if it was injected with spiritual energy, he would use spiritual energy to draw this magic circle...
Oh I'm afraid not!
She just built the foundation, and if she really wanted to use that bit of aura to draw this magic circle, if she couldn't draw one-tenth of it, the aura should be exhausted.
Ji Wujiong stared at Meng Qi for a moment, then stood up abruptly.
He seemed to have something difficult to decide, so he walked back and forth anxiously in front of Meng Qi.
"Meng Qi." Ji Wujiong stopped and looked down at Meng Qi, "Have you ever studied magic circle?"
Meng Qi shook her head.
He just knew it!
Whether it was Meng Qi drawing the array with a dead branch, or the way she drew the array of thousands of cranes before.
He only needs to glance at it to know that this guy has definitely never studied magic circles systematically and completely!
But the more so, the more exciting it is.
"Ahem..." Ji Wujiong took two steps back and forth, coughed a few times, and finally managed to make Meng Qi look up at him.
"Anyway, idleness is idleness. Let me tell you about the history of the French formation." Ji Wujiong's tone was suddenly no longer as barbaric as before.
Meng Qi's eyes were strange, and she reminded him: "We have to pass the test of the Dabi barrier as soon as possible and get out of here. Did you forget?"
"Cough cough cough..." Ji Wujiong coughed a few more times, "Isn't this waiting for refining medicine?"
He didn't give Meng Qi a chance to refute himself this time, so he continued: "Tens of thousands of years ago, in the three thousand worlds, the demon world, and the demon world, there were all powerful people who were good at learning magic circles. At that time, sword cultivation and magic cultivation were still the same as they are now. He is able to run across the Three Realms horizontally and vertically. However, a cultivator who specializes in magic circles, who has practiced to the peak, can often compete against several sword and magic cultivators of the same realm with his own strength, which is very powerful!"
Meng Qi: "...What about the doctor?"
"Doctor Xiu is very..." Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi's clear eyes, and changed the subject, "... has always been quite indifferent to the world, and being kind to others is indispensable!"
Meng Qi: "..."
It sounds a bit fake!
Ji Wujiong actually used three words of praise to praise the doctor, which is completely different from the previous painting style.
Judging by his attitude towards the Medical Cultivation Alliance, Fengmeng and other medical practitioners, one can see his disdain for medical practitioners in his bones.
"But medical practitioners never like to participate in battles." Ji Wujiong continued: "So at that time, there were sword cultivators, Dharma cultivators, and Dharma practitioners."
He paused, and said slowly: "At that time, practitioners who specialized in magic formations were called formation practitioners."
"Yeah." Meng Qi nodded.
"Sword cultivators, law cultivators, and array cultivators are divided into three parts of the world, and no one can really suppress the other. In addition, the world was in chaos at that time, and the three realms had not yet been completely separated. Demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and human cultivators often fought in chaos. There are countless disputes, bloody battlefields are everywhere. Dongzhen and Mahayana cultivators, who are rare now, often fight for seven days and seven nights.
Meng Qi was gradually attracted to the attention and listened intently.
Ji Wujiong is extremely knowledgeable, and Meng Qi could already sense it from his barbed words.
Unexpectedly, when the other party is not sarcastic and sarcastic, the story is also very pleasant to listen to.
"And then?" Meng Qi asked again.
Ji Wujiong turned his head to look at her, the corners of his lips curled up quickly.
With scars on his face, he looked cold, arrogant and gloomy at first, acting secretively and extreme, even if he was forced to cooperate with Meng Qi, every sentence was ironic, and his face was full of disgust.
After the battle just now, Meng Qi fought him to the end as a foundation builder.
Ji Wujiong is not lying, if he still has Lingshi, he is confident that he will not lose.
After all, the other party was just a foundation builder, he lacked spiritual stones, and Meng Qi should have insufficient spiritual energy.
In fact, regardless of whether it is the Three Thousand Worlds, the Demon Realm or the Demon Realm, the strong are always more worthy of respect and admiration.
After this battle, Ji Wujiong didn't dislike Meng Qi so much.
Later, he discovered the extremely rare super talent in the opponent's formation, and he instantly became more pleasing to Meng Qi's eyes.
Ji Wujiong coughed twice again: "After all, there are few people cultivating the formation, and it is not easy to inherit it."
"Why?" Meng Qi asked: "As long as the scrolls of the magic circle are recorded on the bamboo slips, future generations can learn them even if they draw gourds in the same way. On the contrary, it is the formulas and sword formulas. It is impossible to just record them. Without the guidance of the master, it is very difficult Difficult to learn."
She asked: "Why is it not easy to inherit?"
Ji Wujiong: "..."
Well, he was sure, Meng Qi did have extraordinary talent in the magic circle.
Otherwise, how could you say such a thing!
"The man taught you the magic circle. It should have been said that when drawing the magic circle, the aura must not be cut off, and it must be completed in one go, otherwise the formation cannot be formed." Not only did Ji Wujiong not get angry, but became more patient.
"Yeah." Meng Qi nodded.
"This is the difficulty of the inheritance of the magic circle. Sometimes, if there is a deviation for a moment, the magic circle laid down may fail. The more complicated the big circle, the more so." Ji Wujiong said again.
"This is like a sword technique. The one you were practicing before..." Ji Wujiong didn't know the sword technique that was too bad for him, "Although you remember it, you can use the whole set of sword tactics ?"
Meng Qi: "..."
She really can't use it.
Even if you can barely move and slowly make correct gestures, you will lose the power of the sword formula itself.
When Ji Wujiong said that, she understood.
"Of course!" Ji Wujiong took a quick look at her, and said, "I can't blame you, every cultivator has different talents, and you just don't have the talent to become a sword cultivator."
His tone was a little stiff, but he still said with difficulty: "There is no need to be sad about this."
Meng Qi: "???"
She heard it right, Ji Wujiong didn't say that before.
He had ridiculed himself before, that it was the most correct decision for him to choose a doctor, because the sword and law sects would not be able to bear her, and kicked her out of the sect the next day.
Ji Wujiong ignored Meng Qi's shocked expression, and continued: "There are many ways to cultivate, and the most important thing is to choose the right way for yourself."
Meng Qi: "..."
She was stunned, staring at Ji Wujiong without blinking.
"Ahem... You're good at learning magic circles. I didn't realize that your cultivation talent is so good..."
Ji Wujiong paused, and said, "There is quite a bit of aura in the magic circle."
"Oh." Meng Qi responded.
"Now that the magic circle of the three thousand worlds is declining, those stupid weapon cultivators can easily get some inheritance. They are short-sighted, so they can only do violent things and hide in the sect to practice magic weapons..."
As Ji Wujiong spoke, he glanced at the Lihuo formation that Meng Qi was using to refine medicine.
This is incomparable!
Meng Qi can change the Lihuo formation.
He can also lightly use such a mighty Lihuo formation for his own use, retaining a third of its true flavor.
This talent is really amazing!
He ignored the continuous fire from Lihuo, and continued: "A formation cultivator should be like a sword cultivator and a law cultivator, a powerful existence capable of crossing the sky and the earth. The formation cultivation avenue is also vast and vast, and the avenue leads straight to the blue sky .Do not lose to any one.”
"The man who taught you the magic circle." Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi: "It should also be seen that you have a talent for formation cultivation, but unfortunately he is probably short-sighted and prejudiced, so he couldn't see you..."
"He's not!" Meng Qi suddenly stood up, her eyes opened wide, and there seemed to be a Lihuo formation burning in her eyes.
She glared at Ji Wujiong angrily: "He looks up from a high mountain, and he is even more open-minded. He doesn't care about the high and low prejudices of the sect! No matter the study of magic circles or other aspects, he is extremely powerful! I am not good enough, so I am not qualified to worship him." into his door."
Meng Qi took a deep breath, she was rarely so angry.
"Okay, okay!" Ji Wujiong conceded, "He is very strong, perfect, and powerful!"
Meng Qi glanced at him coldly, then suddenly said: "You lost, just bet."
"Yes." Ji Wujiong admitted bluntly, "Originally, the bet was to listen to the winner's orders within twelve hours, but you were unconscious for eight hours. But I don't bully the little girl, let's count from now on."
"Okay." Meng Qi said: "From now on, every time you speak, you must add a sentence..."
She paused: "I am far inferior to the person who taught Meng Qi's magic circle, he is too strong, I am convinced."
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