The spire of the towering black tower is submerged in the heavy dark clouds, and there are countless distorted spaces around the Qingming Tower. Layers of thick dark clouds in the sky block the light, and the world appears dim and obscure. And in the darkness, coiled around the black tower, the light of stars like flowing clouds is ethereal like a dream, and the light of the stars flows into the distorted space, overlapping and twisting, seeming to be close to each other, seeming to be true or false.
It's depressing, but also breathtakingly beautiful.
Whether it's the ninety-nine-story giant tower or the circulating nebula, they all exude an ancient and vast atmosphere.
In this darkness, the half of the wooden sign that fell from mid-air looked extremely small, like an insignificant grain of sand. It flew obliquely and fell, and there were still several distorted space cracks on the trajectory.
However, someone has already jumped up lightly.
The man has a wide robe and wide sleeves, his clothes are as white as snow in the drowsy world, and the sleeves of his robe spread out in the air like cranes flying in the clouds. He skimmed through several distorted space cracks, and skimmed through the rays of stars floating like clouds. The light of the stars illuminated the man's eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be covered with ice and snow in an instant.
When the dark wooden sign was about to fall into the space crack, a hand with a weak wrist stretched out to catch it.
When the young man was falling, a ray of light like a star floating on the water surface seemed to be blown by the wind and floated towards the young man's back.
"Behind!" Jun Wanbai took a sharp step forward, clenching the sword in his hand.
The scene of Zhou Wen'an's weapon dissolving silently in the starlight just now is still in everyone's mind. Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief, sweating for Bailishu.
However, as if he already knew it, the young man's body slid a little distance to the other side as if there was no weight, and the flowing nebula drifted past the young man's side with a slight difference. Immediately, the thin young man passed through the two distorted space cracks again, and finally fell to the ground like autumn leaves.
Seeing that the young man in white robe landed safely, holding the dark spiritual tablet in his hand, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.
"sharp… "
Liao Gan closed his mouth with an exaggerated "crack bang", he let go of Zhou Wen'an's hand, looked at the young man who was slightly looking down at the name on the spirit card, and poked some of the people around him with his elbow. Zhou Wen'an was in a daze.
"It's good to have a reliable senior brother."
Liao Gan said enviously, those senior brothers like him are all very proficient in practicing "Thirty-Six Strategies" and "Zouzi Jue".
Zhou Wen'an held the weapon with the chain broken, but did not speak.
After Bailishu read the words on the spirit tablet, he turned his head to look at Zhou Wen'an, raised his hand, and the dark spirit tablet flew past the crowd and flew to Zhou Wen'an.
Zhou Wen'an stretched out his hands trembling slightly, catching the Spirit Tablet that fluttered towards him.
Just as he was about to say something, the thin white-clothed youth turned around and continued walking towards the black tower.
"Let's go."
Li Xin, who was always gloomy and not like a living person, turned her head and said something briefly to him. After speaking, Li Xin followed Baili Shu's pace.
"If you don't have that ability, don't act recklessly." Jun Wanbai said forcefully, "Can you recover the spirit card if it falls in? Go back and copy the gate rules twenty times."
After speaking, Jun Wanbai quickly turned her head and walked forward. Only then did she slightly loosen the grip on the sword hilt, and the cold light on the sword gradually faded away.
Qin Jiu, who had been hovering in the air for a long time with a flagon jug, finally raised his head, downed the wine he hadn't drank for a long time, turned around and walked forward gracefully. Chu Zhiyuan, who was holding the sword, slightly relaxed his frowning brows, and nodded slightly towards Zhou Wen'an. Shen Changge reopened the yin and yang fan.
The other Jiuxuanmen disciples who had stopped before that did not speak again, and signaled Zhou Wen'an to follow quickly.
Zhou Wen'an lowered his head and stroked the words on the dark black spirit tablet. He looked at the broken part of the dark wooden sign, and the circles of his eyes gradually turned red. Liao Gan sighed, and the two brothers put their arms on Zhou Wen'an's shoulders, and pulled the guy forward.
"Okay, okay, your senior brother is the most reliable in the world, don't provoke me, the unlucky ghost who has been tricked by senior brothers all day long, okay?" Liao Gan grumbled, "Just now, just to bring you back, I used up a high-grade Qingyun Lock Talisman and 300 middle-grade spirit stones, don't forget to go back and give them to me, kid."
Zhou Wen'an quickly raised his head again, he twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to say something but didn't.
"Hey, you kid, don't you want to renege on your debts? Let me tell you, you don't want to take even a single copper coin from the disciples of the Jiuzhou Bank! Besides, we are absolutely the best in debt collection in the world."
Liao Gan looked at Zhou Wen'an vigilantly. After all, this kid guards the tower all day long. Just by looking at his clothes, he knew that it was issued by the Jiuxuanmen. Where did he come from
Zhou Wen'an carefully put away the spirit tablet. Hearing Liao Qian's muttering, he reached out to touch it, and finally found a low-grade spirit stone and handed it to Liao Qian.
"what?"
Liao Gan took the low-grade spirit stone in a daze.
Zhou Wen'an patted his arm off his shoulder, looked ahead, and said with an unchanged expression, "All my belongings."
All the belongings
Liao Gan stared down at the pitiful piece of low-grade spirit stone in his hand, then at Zhou Wen'an, horrified to find that this kid might not be fooling anyone.
"Fuck..."
Zhou Wen'an walked forward, Liao Gan said two words from his mouth. Holding the low-grade spirit stone in his hand, he thought about the talisman worth three hundred middle-grade spirit stones that he had used up, and felt so distressed that the fat on his face trembled.
"Damn it, poor bastard..."
Cursing angrily, Liao Gan followed the crowd.
All right, all right, poor ghosts are poor ghosts, no matter what, it's better than a lunatic who doesn't even want to live.
but…
Liao Gan raised his head to look at the majestic tower, and shivered solidly... He had a bitter face, he is not a group of ruthless people from Jiuxuanmen who can rush into mountains of swords and seas of fire without changing their expressions... He, he Afraid of death!
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The Qingming Pagoda is ninety-nine stories high.
This is a formation tower used to connect the sky, the earth and the water potential, determine the direction of the stars, and guide the way for the flying boat. It is not a tower for people to climb up and play in the secular world. Before anything happened to the Qingming Pagoda, the center of the pagoda was filled with the power of space and stars that operated according to the formation.
The only place where the skylight can be introduced is on the top floor, where the spirit tablets of the disciples of Jiuxuanmen who died defending the tower are placed.
At this moment, the heavy front door of Qingming Tower was closed tightly, and Bailishu and his party walked through the open space full of distorted space cracks and stars and streams to the front door of Qingming Tower.
The heavy gate is made of deep black stone mined from the veins of "soil" like a tower body, and it is one piece, about ten feet high and eight feet wide, making a person stand in front of it very small.
There are left and right symmetrical runes on the black stone gate, which together form a complete array of runes. In order to open the main door, the array must be operated in a specific way, but the array on the door is also slowly wearing away and fading, and some of the smaller nicks have disappeared, obviously activating such an incomplete array It is very dangerous.
Hearing Zhou Wen'an's words, Jun Wanbai raised his head, looked at the formation diagram on the stone gate, and couldn't help but think of the Thunder Dragon formation that he casually wore under the Lingxing Temple.
Thinking of the "Thunder Dragon Formation" that almost buried herself and Li Xin, Jun Wanbai nodded involuntarily, expressing her full approval of Zhou Wen'an's words.
"This formation looks familiar..."
Ye Qiusheng murmured to himself, he took a few steps back, looked up at the formation map engraved on the stone gate from a little distance away.
He felt that this formation looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.
Bailishu turned his head slightly, glanced at Ye Qiusheng, and said nothing.
Zhou Wen'an has been guarding here for seven years, and the pattern on the stone gate is engraved in his heart. Everyone waited for a while for him to fill in the missing lines on the stone gate. During this process, Li Xin glanced at Jun Wanbai with a serious face from the corner of his eye.
Compared to Li Xin, who hadn't read a word of "The Way of the Formation", and Jun Wanbai, who was able to make the Thunder Dragon Formation into an earth-shattering formation, Zhou Wen'an was undoubtedly more reliable. After everyone waited for a third of the incense stick, Zhou Wen'an temporarily repaired the formation on the stone gate.
The reason why it is said to be temporary is because these newly engraved array lines are also being slowly worn away by unknown forces, and they can't last long.
After repairing the formation map, Zhou Wen'an took out the formation beads and placed them on the formation eyes one by one.
Seeing him put the array beads on, Ye Qiusheng finally remembered why this array map looked familiar. It turned out that this familiarity did not come from the array map itself, but because of the array map and the underground black iron gate of Lingxing Temple. The same as the blocking array map, it is also activated by the array beads like night pearls.
When the last bead was placed, the pattern on the black stone lit up.
It was like starlight suddenly appearing in the dark sky, accompanied by the dull sound of boulders rubbing against each other, the tightly closed stone gate blocking the way of everyone finally turned slowly inward.
Before the stone gate opened, a very familiar picture appeared in Zhou Wen'an's mind - the patterns engraved on the wall inside the black tower were shining brightly, and the spirit stones embedded in the nodes of the patterns shone like diamonds. In the middle of the ancient and mysterious Qingming Pagoda, there is a beam of light poured from the top. The light of the bound stars circulates like clouds in the middle of the tower, changing with the changes of the stars in the sky... Magnificent like a dream.
but.
There are no bright formations, no twinkling spirit stones, no flowing stars and clouds. Not to mention the brothers and sisters who are leaning on the stone pillars and waiting for their shifts.
Behind the stone gate was pitch black and dead silent.
Zhou Wen'an's faint hope disappeared. He looked at the Qingming Pagoda, which seemed completely unfamiliar, in a daze, and felt that it was just a dream for a moment.
"Let's go." Seeing that Zhou Wen'an's face was not very good-looking, Liao Gan patted him on the shoulder, "Well... I won't ask you for the rest of the money."
Zhou Wen'an reluctantly smiled at Liao Gan, and clenched his hands.
Bailishu was also staring at the darkness behind the door, he sighed softly and imperceptibly, and then ordered everyone to be careful not to touch anything in the tower at random, and entered the Qingming Tower first.
After the last Jiuxuanmen disciple stepped into Qingming, the clear sound of a stone mill resounding in everyone's ears. The sound was not loud, but the tower was dead silent, so it was extraordinarily clear. Hearing this familiar voice, Zhou Wen'an's expression suddenly changed.
"not good!"
Zhou Wen'an's voice suddenly rose, with anxiety and panic that couldn't be concealed.
"It's a defensive formation!"