break the way [comprehension]

Sweat dripped from Du Ziteng's forehead. After a slight noise, his sea of ​​consciousness set off a huge storm, declaring that this No. 11 attempt failed again.

Du Ziteng frowned, and said to the little wooden stick in the sea of ​​knowledge: "What is under this ink pond? Why can I go in last time, but now I can't go in no matter what?"

The voice of the little wooden stick was also very puzzled: "I don't make it either, last time you went in... that breath is very familiar, really familiar."

Du Ziteng sighed, and his brows frowned even tighter. The illusion he saw in the ink pool last time made him very restless. When he first entered Zhanwuyuan, the picture showed the battle between the two clans of the ancients and the monsters for nearly ten thousand years. In the end, it was clear that the lofty phoenix spread its wings and took all the scarred monsters away from this place...

However, in the illusion shown by the ink pool, the phoenix is ​​certainly powerful, but in the end they all surrendered under a young grass, and Huanyan also appeared in it as a holy object. Is this fucking implying What?

Du Ziteng couldn't find the answer after repeated thinking, but somehow felt that those pictures were extremely close to the answer he was looking for. After studying many materials of Zhan Wuyuan and fully grasping the formation of Mobu, he kept trying to enter the ink pond again, but he couldn't. Like today, all ended in failure.

And...even the little wooden stick said that the breath behind the ink pool is very familiar...

Du Ziteng had a headache. At this moment, there was a slight disturbance from the Mobu formation under his control. It was not the kind of shock trying to break the formation, nor was it a malicious offense. It was like a bird buzzing in his ear. Buzzing mosquitoes may not cause much loss, but they just make you feel impatient and wish you could slap them to death!

This TMD is already the 130th sixth time today! ! ! !

Du Ziteng's face was expressionless, but the pulsating vein on his forehead fully exposed his master's heart. This Zhan Wuyuan is really deceiving!

Do you really regard him as an ordinary Golden Core cultivator? !

I'm afraid they don't know that as the person who successfully broke into the black pool and was handed over by Master Guo to inherit the large formation of the Mo tribe, he only spent three days holding the formation in his hands, not to mention being able to display the power of the Mo tribe's radicals back then. That kind of earth-shattering power can't be said to be as powerful as Master Guo's, but it's not a problem to observe the wind and grass within the range of the large formation, okay? !

So, Zhan Wuyuan, you have spied on Young Master Yu so many times, what the hell are you trying to do? !

"Fellow Daoist Yun, this is the little cultivator that I, Zhan Wuyuan, inherited from the Mo tribe."

"Ah, he seems to have mastered the big formation of Mobu? He really is extremely talented!"

"Zhanwuyuan is worthy of being the place where the Dao of Talisman Arrays started. Suddenly, within a few years, the former Mo tribe chief has a successor. It's really gratifying!"

"Where, where, his current cultivation is still low, so naturally he can't be compared with the previous generation of chiefs. I'm not boasting. This kid is indeed extremely talented. He can open the ink pool with the cultivation of Jindan, and he has finally lived up to the previous generation of chiefs... "

Du Ziteng couldn't bear it anymore, "anti-tapping" and replied these few words, and then fell silent.

The little wooden stick was already rolling with laughter in his sea of ​​consciousness: "They all came to see you, hahahaha!"

Du Ziteng: ...

Before he knew it, Du Ziteng had become Zhan Wuyuan's open-to-visit... just like the treasure that was open to others to watch and admire at the Flying Heaven Realm Fighting Treasure Fair.

Taking the risk to find out the source of the harassment won't make Du Ziteng feel any better.

He originally thought that if he couldn't enter the ink pond again, he would take the risk of holding the small wooden stick to do it again, but in this situation, he was almost exposed to the public's eyes. It turns out that Zhan Wuyuan is an existence as long as the history of the Yaozu, and like the Yaozu, he is not clear about his good and evil, he does not dare to take such a risk.

With a helpless sigh, Du Ziteng finally gave up the ink pool for the time being, and turned to flipping through the jade slips sent by Kong Susu. It's been a long time, Du Ziteng was concentrating on the ink pool before, and he hasn't finished reading the ones sent later. At this moment, under the impatience, he can't think of a good way, so he might as well look through these things to get his head around.

The origin of the oath to cut Wuyuan, and the well-known deeds of the former Mo tribe leader Du Ziteng are already very familiar with him, but, in the piece of talisman jade that he just picked up casually, some clues hinted at the ink The origin of Chi still made Du Ziteng feel a little excited.

Among them... there is actually a hidden formation!

If it wasn't for Du Ziteng's exhaustive research on everything related to the Mochi, I'm afraid he wouldn't have read this hint from the seemingly boring Yujian. This formation seems to be related to the Mobu Great Formation!

Du Ziteng did not expect such an unexpected joy. When he tried repeatedly and carefully unwrapped the formation, he encountered a sudden blow in the sea of ​​knowledge, which made his eyes go black, and the word "speed away" was glaring blood red. With an incomparable warning, it slammed into his sea of ​​consciousness, making his consciousness turbulent, and he couldn't help remembering this short but clear message.

After the communication of the jade slip in his hand was completed, the large formation in it completely melted away, and in the eyes of the onlookers, the Golden Core cultivator was just sitting there motionless as before.

It took a while for Du Ziteng to come back to his senses, his face was still pale. Then, his gaze swept across the pile of jade slips under his feet like needles, and after taking precautions, he inspected them one by one without hesitation. As expected, he found ten more slips. Several jade slips embedded with hidden formations.

These jade slips were sent one after another, Du Ziteng slowly recalled, then, people have been sending such jade slips since dozens of days ago. At that time... the news that he successfully broke into the ink pool was probably only on Zhou Tian The worlds have just spread.

Who is it?With such great supernatural powers and such means, can such a warning be sent when the whole Zhan Wuyuan is paying close attention to him?What did the other party know?Why did you let him leave so quickly?

When Du Ziteng frowned, the hidden formation in the dozen or so jade slips he had picked out had also disappeared without a sound, without any trace showing.

After Du Ziteng found out, his complexion became darker and invisible. He sensed that he had received the message and immediately destroyed himself.

Moreover, this hidden formation is not only difficult to detect, even if it is detected, it will need to use the inheritance skills in the Mobu Great Formation to unravel - obviously, the messenger is to ensure that only he can receive the message in this formation.

Moreover, the cautiousness of the other party caused Du Ziteng to have an extremely bad premonition in his heart. Array masters who can use such means are so careful...

This sudden discovery caused Du Ziteng's mood immersed in the research of the Mochi to become a little chaotic for a while, and the non-stop disturbance from the Mobu formation made Du Ziteng even more disturbed.

Exhibiting himself to the entire Zhoutian realm with such fanfare, what exactly is Zhan Wuyuan going to do?Why would someone warn him like this?

No matter what, he might have to prepare for the worst, and Du Ziteng's face was a little gloomy.

Immediately, he restrained his expression, and only communicated with the little stick in the sea of ​​consciousness: "If those high-level monks can spy on my sea of ​​consciousness, is there a way to guarantee some secrets?"

I don't know what kind of new skill points the little wooden stick got, but said lazily: "It's absolutely impossible."

It's clearly my natal magic weapon, why is it so uneasy to hear such a firm promise ==

Du Ziteng raised his hand to send a message to Kong Susu to thank the other party, saying that some of the jade slips were helpful, and so on.

After reading the reply, Du Ziteng rubbed his brows, confirming the indistinct guess in his heart: it was not Kong Susu who was warning.

He even has no way to know whether the person warning is from Zhanwuyuan, but at least... must be someone who has a very sensitive information channel in Zhanwuyuan.

It's useless to think about this matter. What he needs to do is to strengthen his preparations to deal with everything that may happen. Du Ziteng sat cross-legged, with his five fingers folded together, determined to let the Mobu formation be like the Fatian formation with the help of small wooden sticks. take away.

After all, this place is Zhan Wuyuan, one of the most unfathomable forces in the Zhoutian realms. He is now under the close attention of this force, and every bit of power will help him. The power left behind by Zhan Wuyuan's "disappeared" ink radical.

Thinking of the possibility that he might really want to escape from this unfathomable place... Du Ziteng's usual flying brows sank, and the overwhelming and unstoppable powerful aura enveloped the scene again.

He has faced many difficult challenges, and this may be just one of them.

Du Ziteng welcomed a visitor half a month later, and it turned out to be the well-known Daoist Yuxiao, who is also one of the best in Zhanwuyuan!

Du Ziteng's sea of ​​consciousness surged, but he revealed a look of surprise and said: "I have troubled you to escort me all the way on the journey, if there is anything you need to send a message, how dare you come personally!"

Master Yuxiao was completely different from the high-ranking, dust-free great monk at the beginning, with a kind smile on the corner of his mouth: "I heard Su Su said that you are still studying this ink pool?"

Du Ziteng nodded quickly: "That's right," and then said with distressed expression: "After entering once, it will be difficult to enter later anyway. I really don't know what the problem is."

Master Yuxiao said warmly: "Only the radicals of the previous years have entered the entrance of the Mochi Battle Realm, and the number of times is not frequent, so you will inherit it. You need to know how to practice. Step by step is the right way, and you must not act too hastily."

Du Ziteng responded with a face of shame, but said: "I just met Senior Brother Ming and Senior Sister Kong earlier, both of whom are the proud sons of heaven. I heard that there is such a method of cultivation in the battle environment. The last time I entered the ink pool was too short. , did not gain anything, so..."

Yu Xiao said with a smile: "You are young, and you already have a inheritance. In the past, the ink radicals have been learned extensively and profoundly. Why should you be too eager to gain something in the ink pool?"

Du Ziteng took the opportunity to raise some confusions in his practice, but Yu Xiao answered them patiently, as if he cared about his juniors.

Before leaving, he handed a storage bag to Du Ziteng: "Fellow Daoist Miao is in a hurry, Tete told me to hand it to you."

Du Ziteng quickly took it, even though he knew that he was on the stage now, seeing so many shiny treasures and many spiritual objects that could be used in the talisman formation, he couldn't help "showing his true feelings" - he smiled broadly.

Then he said to Yu Xiao with an embarrassed look: "Ah, this is the disciple who asked Shou Yixuan and several Taoist friends to help sell some talismans. I didn't expect Master Miao to send the reward so soon. Shou Yixuan Xuan is really trustworthy."

Daoist Yu Xiao smiled and waved his sleeves and said, "This is the time for you little things. If Lord Yuan bestows ink flags, I'm afraid you won't have much time to toss..."

Du Ziteng raised his head in surprise, his eyes widened, showing unbelievable ecstasy, but Yu Xiao had long since disappeared in place.

But in Du Ziteng's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a deep silence, under the terrifying pressure of the coming mountain rain, even the always naughty little stick remained silent.