I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Liang Ce tore off the fabric on the right trouser leg, and saw that the ankle was bruised and blackened where the clay figurine touched it.

Although numb and unconscious, he could barely move, so he knew that the reason why Huo Ziming survived in this abyss must be because he knew the secrets of it.

It turns out that as long as they are separated by clothes, even if they are touched by these clay figurines, they will not assimilate immediately.

And the speed of these clay figurines is slow, as long as they dodge in time, he can last until dawn.

At that time, these clay figurines can't move, and it will be much easier for him to find people.

Knowing the rules, Liang Chu put away the Powang Dao, and used the Yin-Yang and Bagua steps to avoid the clay figurine's attack.

In an instant, the clay figurines who were attacking him were all gone, and when they regained their senses, Liang Book had already appeared ten steps away from them.

The young Yin Hong's figure, like swallows flying up and down on the branches in spring, shuttled among the shadows and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Senior, do you know that when a person is in the dark, how to distinguish the change of time and guess whether it is night or day?"

Liang Chu sent a sound transmission to Yu Huaiyin, he was not a bloodthirsty person, and he smashed several statues before, all for self-protection.

What's more, he could feel that these clay figures were all the souls trapped here.

If it is destroyed at will, I am afraid it is no different from killing.

"black and white……"

Yu Huaiyin, who had already fallen into a semi-comatose, heard Liang Ce's voice, and he tried hard to keep himself awake.

But in an uncontrolled state, people often don't realize what they have said, "Why are you so stupid, there is the sun during the day, and stars at night, how can you not tell the difference?"

This short sentence forced Yu Huaiyin to divide it into four parts before finishing it slowly.

And he said what was in his heart without any scruples, and even laughed out loud after laughing at Liang Chu.

"The sun, the moon and the stars." Fortunately, Liang Ce was entangled by those clay figurines at the moment, so he didn't really care about Yu Huaiyin's nonsense.

On the contrary, in Yu Huaiyin's nonsense, he realized a little mystery.

He saw the silence and darkness around him, and the only visible light was the opened eyes of these clay figurines.

Their entire body is pitch-black and blends into the entire abyss, like a boundless night, with only a pair of eyes shining with fluorescent lights, like the bright stars under the sky.

Isn't that what Yu Huaiyin said, there are stars in the night?

The instant enlightenment made Liang Chu happy. He jumped onto the top of a clay figurine, stood on a high place, and looked down at the night made up of pairs of eyes.

"Senior, there is indeed a starry sky in this darkness!"

Liang Ce told Yu Huaiyin everything he saw, hoping that he would make further suggestions.

"Does the starry sky you see have a shape?"

Yu Huaiyin accidentally reminded Liang Chi, and vaguely, some memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.

A young man with a bad complexion stood in the attic full of ancient books, spread out the dusty bamboo slips one by one, and studied them carefully.

From sunrise to sunset, the lanterns were cut several times, and more and more bamboo slips were piled up beside the young man, but those books seemed endless.

Until the years changed, the young man's youthful face gradually grew, and he had a somewhat chic and handsome outline.

Only then did Yu Huaiyin realize that this young man was himself.

No, to be precise, it was the dead little head of Siming Dao Palace.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yu Huaiyin was surprised how the memory belonging to the original owner suddenly appeared at this time.

He got closer to the "Yu Huaiyin" who was reading at night while burning the lamp, and unexpectedly discovered that he, who had become a clay figurine, could actually act in his own consciousness.

But when he approached, the "Yu Huaiyin" who had been studying all the time suddenly turned around and waved to him.

He was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look behind him, but there was no one behind him.

Seeing his terrified expression, that "Yu Huaiyin" smiled very gently, then moved his lips without making a sound.

But he understood the mouth shape, "Yu Huaiyin" said to him: "Come here."

He froze for a moment, his whole body seemed to be haunted, walked to the side of "Yu Huaiyin", and sat down.

Then, he saw a picture on the desk, on which was a starry sky, although it was a painting embellished with pen and ink, it was exactly the same as the starry sky he saw in reality.

He even felt that those stars were shining with dazzling brilliance.

"The subtlety of the Golden Chamber Dao Palace formation is to borrow from the heaven and the earth, and our Ming Dao Palace is superior in that it understands the will of heaven and acts against the sky."

"Yu Huaiyin" saw that he was watching seriously, and reminded him again.

He nodded understandingly, but looked at those thin lips and parted again, "People in Siming Dao Palace, even with flesh and blood, can compete with the world, so this little trick can't trap you."

Although "Yu Huaiyin" was pale, his spirit was high when he spoke, and he, a fake, was stunned.

He was a little afraid to look at "Yu Huaiyin", and turned his head away, he had many questions in his mind, and wanted to ask the original owner for advice.

For example, why did he come to this world, was reborn on his body, and why did he see him in his own consciousness.

But it was too late for these words to come out, "Yu Huaiyin" seemed to have finished what he had to say, then abandoned him and those ancient books, and walked away towards the light in the distance.

"Wait a minute, who are you? Isn't Yu Huaiyin dead?"

He shouted towards the young man who stepped into the ball of light, and he heard the sound of the ginkgo glaze on the waist of "Yu Huaiyin", as if urging him to wake up from his consciousness quickly.

The boy in snow-white ginkgo clothes paused, turned slightly sideways, and opened his mouth again.

This time he clearly heard "Yu Huaiyin" say: "I have been waiting since I was born, I am you..."

The sound of colored glaze buzzed, and a world in the consciousness shattered and collapsed.

Yu Huaiyin suddenly opened his eyes, and the pistol that fell on the ground automatically appeared in the palm of his master the moment he regained consciousness.

The virtual image of the Canglong appeared, roaring angrily, shattering the mud clinging to Yu Huaiyin's skin.

I am you.

Yu Huaiyin recited lightly, what the boy said to him.

It is true that he knew why he came here, so he would not easily believe what he had just seen in his spiritual consciousness.

It's just that he hasn't fully figured out the meaning of this before.

According to Yu Huaiyin's previous instructions, the Liang Book has connected the stars he saw end to end and arranged them into a shape.

"Senior, these stars are connected together, like a dragon without a head."

The good book kept jumping on top of the crowd of clay figurines.

At first, when he associated the positions of the eyes of the nearby clay figurines together, the patterns he got were disorganized and could not form any conceivable image at all.

But gradually, when he memorized the positions of thousands of clay figurines' eyes, he eliminated them according to the distance of where the clay figurines stood, and discarded those that were farther away.

He found that in the area under his feet, there are more than [-] stars in total, and the pattern formed is exactly a headless black dragon.

When Yu Huaiyin heard the dragon, the painting he had just seen automatically appeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, the real memories belonging to "Yu Huaiyin", together with the countless ancient books and heart sutra exercises in Siming Dao Palace, all flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Use nine, the group of dragons has no leader, it is for autumn.

"The shape of the astrology you see coincides with the current season outside."

Yu Huaiyin remembered that he and Hei Niang traveled all the way west from Tanlang Kingdom, and when they arrived in Kaiyang, they were just in time for the farmer's harvest. .seven

According to ancient books, the seven constellations in the east are shaped like a dragon and embedded in the night. There are more than [-] stars in total, which are divided into Jiao, Kang, Di, Fang, Xin, Wei, and Kei.

In autumn, the first few constellations of the Canglong group of stars, such as the Jiao and Kang double stars, will sneak into the ground from the west and north.

Hidden but not revealed, so the crowd of dragons has no leader.

"Senior means that the placement of these clay figurines is not a coincidence, but arranged according to the celestial phenomena, and those who set up the formation intend to take advantage of the heaven and the earth."

Although Liang Chu is not like Yu Huaiyin who has studied Feng Shui since childhood, it is superior in that he has excellent comprehension and can draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

With him alone, he was able to arrange the correct oriental seven constellations just by memorizing the positions of the clay figurine's eyes. His potential for attainment of martial arts in Siming Dao Palace is by no means inferior to Yu Huaiyin.

The protagonists are indeed monsters.

Yu Huaiyin recalled the original owner's experience of studying with lamps and nights for more than ten years, and couldn't help but sigh, a creature like Xueba is indeed born.

"Senior, have you found a way to get out?"

After listening to Yu Huaiyin's few words, Liang Ce revealed the secret door of the Yin-Yang Pagoda, and he could find a way to get out.

But there was a moment of silence over there, and he said: "It's not that simple. I still remember that Dr. An mentioned before that this place was originally a killing formation. At first it was used to absorb the souls of the dead. Later, a monk from the upper immortal world died here. , risked their lives, and built this tower, intending to compete with the killing array."

Yu Huai hid in his mind, piecing together all the information he had obtained earlier.

"In this way, you and I crossed the illusion of the Yin-Yang Pagoda, and came to the killing array originally hidden in the ground. And all the things we have encountered in the past few days are enough to show that the Yin-Yang Pagoda Zeng is extremely mysterious. This senior, the cultivation base must be above you and me."

Yu Huaiyin deduced a more reasonable guess. Hearing this, Liang Ce couldn't help but feel discouraged, "So the formation that even that senior monk couldn't decipher, Daoist Priest and I will be buried here."

Hearing Liang Chu's tone, like an eggplant beaten by frost, Yu Huai secretly said: "I just said this to myself, you are always the protagonist, who are you afraid of?"

That's the reason, but now that Liang Ce wants to rely on him, it's a great opportunity to embrace him.

Without the heroine, Zi Mang, he might really become Yu Huaiyin, a good book of Yin Yang Tower and his party.

After all, the title of "Xuanmen Immortal Head in the World", Fengshui Kanyu No. 1 is not for nothing.

After thinking about it, Yu Huaiyin said seriously: "Although I can't get out, I want to see if this abyss has an end!"