This seat is a villain

When Shan Ren woke up again, he found that he was being dragged and dragged on the ice by four small figures made of paper talismans.

The injuries on his body had obviously been healed, and most of them had healed in a short period of time.

Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao walked in front side by side. Before Shan Ren could speak, Xue Yao had already sensed Shan Ren's movement.He turned around and greeted: "The conditions are a bit rough, I hope the master will take care of you."

Obviously, Lin Jinhuan was more ruthless. With a big wave of his hand, the four small people made of talisman papers dropped Shanren without hesitation, and awkwardly returned to Xue Yao's sleeve.

"When you wake up, get up and walk by yourself." Lin Jinhuan said.

Shan Ren stared blankly at the two light-footed people in front of him, and suddenly felt a little shivering.

The Nine Heavens Gate will stand on the side of Shanzhen, which is unexpected by Shanren.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what kind of terrifying help Shanzhen had found. No wonder he, a helpless junior, was able to return to Little Chang'an Temple safely under the siege of hundreds of schools.

Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao's footsteps were extremely fast, and while Shanren was in a coma, they had already led him to the halfway up the mountain with ease.Seeing that the two devils had no intention of slowing down, Shan Ren had no choice but to follow up with all his strength.

The three walked towards the top of the mountain for a while, and Lin Jinhuan reminded him: "Master Shanren, don't forget why you still have this life."

Shan Ren smiled wryly, the matter had come to this point, he had nothing to hide, so he could only tell the two of them everything he knew.

It turned out that just as Xue Yao and Lin Jinhuan expected, they were caught in a huge formation at the moment.This formation is called Fanjing Formation, and it is the largest killing formation in Kyushu.This formation is supported by the cultivation of the people who enter the formation. The higher the spiritual power of the person entering the formation, the stronger the formation.

The formation and the people who enter the formation live together, which can be called incomprehensible.

It's just that in the holy land of Buddhism, why did such a brutal massacre appear?Moreover, the timing of the triggering of this formation is really too coincidental.

Xue Yao asked: "Is such an evil formation also created by the monks of your Little Chang'an Temple?"

Shan Ren said: "The Fanjing Formation was created by an uncle who rebelled against the monastery, this uncle, Master Lin, should know him."

Xue Yao immediately thought of someone, when he heard Lin Jinhuan say, "Wen Qiaohe?"

"Exactly." Shanren said: "Wen Qiaohe established this killing array back then, which was not tolerated by the Little Chang'an Temple, so the whereabouts of the Lishan Rebel Temple was unknown until 15 years ago."

Fifteen years ago, it was Xue Yao who released the news that Wen Qiaohe was on Jialou Mountain, which attracted Master Jingming to come out of the mountain in person.

"But Wen Qiaohe fell 15 years ago." Xue Yao expressed his doubts: "So this formation was laid by Wen Qiaohe in front of the mountain?"

Shan Ren was silent for a moment, then said: "Not sure yet, but Master used to go to the Buddhist scripture tower during his lifetime, if there is something different in the tower, he can't be unaware."

The meaning behind the words of Shanren is self-evident.

There was no result in the discussion anyway, Lin Jinhuan thought of another thing.He asked Shanren: "You and Ji Ning have secretly communicated with each other for a long time, why don't you continue to be in the same camp as him this time."

"I think the two of you have already guessed the easiest way to get out of the battle. The one who survives to the end of the battle can take the "Unreasonable Language Collection" and go out safely." There was nothing to deny, Shanren generously admitted: "I believe you all can understand what Ji Ning is thinking. It is true that I conspired with him to be the abbot, but I am not crazy enough to have thousands of people buried with me .”

Besides, it is thanks to Ji Ning that Shan Ren has fallen to this point.Not long after entering the battle, the two of them tore their faces apart, and Shan Ren led a small group of people away from Ji Ning to find a way out by himself.

Lin Jinhuan smiled and said, "Master Shanren really thinks highly of me. How can you be sure that Ji Ning and I are not in the same mind?"

Shan Ren said: "People who my junior brother trusts will not make mistakes."

Lin Jinhuan sneered when he heard the words, noncommittal.Naturally, Lin Jinhuan would not take Shanren's words seriously. Ji Ning has many fans, so with the power of Shanren, he will not be his opponent.The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend. Shanren just wants Ji Ning to fight with himself and lose both sides, so that he can reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Besides, this "Unreasonable Language Collection" is the treasure of the small Chang'an Temple. No matter what Shanren promised before, at this time, Shanren would rather let it be kept forever in the Buddhist scriptures tower without seeing the light of day, rather than just watch It easily fell into the hands of Ji Ning.

"Since this is a formation, there must be a formation eye." Xue Yao asked, "Where is the formation eye located?"

Shan Ren was about to answer, when Lin Jinhuan turned his head sharply.He turned around following Lin Jinhuan's gaze, only to see the little old man standing behind them from nowhere.

Seeing that the three people in front had found him, the little old man walked forward calmly with his tiny feet.

Everyone present knew what the appearance of this little old man meant.Xue Yao took a step forward, the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

The little old man pushed away Xue Yao's sword tip, and stood still in front of Lin Jinhuan.He squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Jinhuan carefully before taking out the bamboo stick in his hand.

Lin Jinhuan's name was impressively engraved on the cracked bamboo stick.

It was Lin Jinhuan's turn.

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Curls of green smoke rose, and the bamboo sticks began to burn.

Several streams of devilish energy exploded under the little old man's feet, pierced through the old man's celestial cap and rushed straight up to the sky, turning the sky purple and black.Immediately afterwards, several jet-black short knives flew out of Lin Jinhuan's sleeves, and went straight through the little old man's body, but only cut a row of huge holes in the ice wall behind him.

The old man was unscathed, and he was not even aware of what was going on around him.The old man just stood quietly in the ice and snow, clasped his palms together, and dedicatedly burned the bamboo stick.

Seeing that the bamboo sticks were burning more and more, Xue Yao persevered in front of him, swiping his sword and sweeping at the little old man.The sharp sword edge finally caught the little old man's attention.The old man scratched his head uncomfortably, messing up his unwashed white hair.

He waved his hand in distress, and immediately a gust of wind was blown up on the flat ground.

The dark clouds gradually rolled up, and there were thunder and lightning rolling in the clouds.This sudden blizzard threw everything around a hundred meters away.Xue Yao pierced the ice with a sword, and only then stopped the momentum of falling down the mountain.

At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw that Shan Ren had been blown to the edge of the cliff by the strong wind.Xue Yao threw himself quickly, grasping Shanren's monk robe with quick eyes and hands, barely saving Shanren's life.

Xue Yao threw Shan Ren behind a huge block of ice, and then struggled to get up.Lin Jinhuan in the distance was wrestling with the old man.The old man seemed to be able to manipulate everything on the ice field as he wished, watching the icicles of tens of feet rising from the ground, isolating Xue Yao and Shan Ren.

Xue Yao took a step forward against the wind, looked at the faint fire in the icicle, and asked, "How can I kill that old man?"

Xue Yao's words were astonishing, and Shan Ren was so shocked that he leaned against the ice tightly, and the wind made him almost unable to open his eyes.

After a long while, Shan Ren spoke with difficulty: "This is the spirit of the formation, so it seems that it is transformed by a touch of the soul of the formation builder. He has no form or body, and ordinary people cannot touch its entity, and there are few flaws." Shan Ren Tilting his head to avoid the oncoming ice balls, he continued: "The formation spirit is in charge of everything in the formation, and the life stick represents the person who entered the formation. When the bamboo stick is burned, the corresponding person will die."

"Then I promise you will die before Lin Jinhuan." Xue Yao glanced down casually, approaching Shanren and said, "If you have anything to say, you'd better hurry up and say it."

Knowing that Xue Yao could do what he said, Shan Ren knew that Xue Yao could do what he said, so his heart turned and he said, "Attack his altar and the two acupoints of Lingxu at the same time, and extinguish his spiritual fire, then he can turn invisible into tangible, and still win a chance of life." Shan Ren looked at the old man in front of him, and continued: "In my opinion, the formation spirit should be the eye of the formation. When the formation spirit is destroyed, the Fanjing formation is broken."

"Thank you."

Before Shan Ren finished speaking, Xue Yao had already swung his sword towards the place surrounded by icicles.

"Did you hear what the scarred monk said?" Xue Yao saw Lin Jinhuan's face the moment the ice broke, and he joked, "Isn't it a bit unfair for us to beat an old man together?"

Under such circumstances, Lin Jinhuan could still laugh. He smiled and said to Xue Yao, "It's okay, the ethos of our demonic people is just so disgusting."

As soon as Lin Jinhuan finished speaking, I didn't know that I had already rushed to the little old man's altar and the two acupoints of Lingxu.Xue Yao followed closely behind, and Shaoxiu's sword energy attacked the spirit like a storm.

The little old man who was concentrating on burning the fire was staggered by the menacing attack, fell back and squatted, and the bamboo stick in his hand fell to the ground.

Xue Yao felt relieved when he saw the flame on the bamboo stick extinguished.

The little old man turned his head and glanced at the half bamboo stick on the ground, blowing his beard and staring with anger.He stood up cursingly, first caught Lin Jinhuan's Ignorance with his bare hands, pinched the knife with two fingers, and smashed the knife easily.Immediately afterwards, he swung his palm back at Xue Yao, and before Shaoxiu's sword energy approached the old man's body, he turned around and caught Xue Yao off guard.

In the end, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the huge ice not far away.

"Senior Zhenling." With a flash of Lin Jinhuan's figure, he firmly supported Xue Yao, who was injured by his own sword energy, and cupped his hands at Zhenling from a distance, and said, "We have no intention of joining the battle, and we have no intention of chattering. Please forgive me." .”

Zhen Ling was in a fit of anger, how could he listen to Lin Jinhuan's words.Angrily, he tore off the Buddhist beads around his neck, and threw them at Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao angrily.I don't know what turned the tattered bead into countless icicles in the air.

The ice thorns are invisible to the touch, but the roots penetrate the bones, making it unstoppable.What's even worse is that the originally compacted ice surface began to crumble, and beneath the cracks was an endless abyss.

The little old man stood on a high place and looked at Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao who were dodging around. He danced with joy, and shot out the Buddhist beads in his hand continuously.Countless ice cones wove into an airtight web, and the falling speed became faster and faster.

A puff of green smoke rose not far away, and half a bamboo stick on the ground burned again.

Shan Ren hid in the distance, watching the battle with cold eyes.The battle situation in front of him was as one-sided as he expected.Attacking the second acupoint of Lingxu on the altar is easy to say, but the spirits are invisible. Lin Jinhuan's offensive can't do harm to the spirits, but the spirits' moves can easily disintegrate their defenses.

There is not much time left, and it seems that the overall situation has been settled.

At this moment, Shan Ren saw a black figure rushing out of the impenetrable icicle rain.It turned out that Lin Jinhuan let the ice pick penetrate his body, stepped on the broken ice to meet the ice pick, and came to the little old man in the blink of an eye.

Without the slightest pause, a purple light burst out between the two, and Lin Jinhuan built a barrier with pure devilish energy.

However, this barrier didn't last long, the little old man tapped lightly with his finger, and the barrier in front of him shattered.Immediately afterwards, an icicle rose from the ground, freezing Lin Jinhuan in mid-air in an instant.

It's over, Shan Ren thought, if he wants to break the formation, he has to find another way.

Just when Shanren was about to leave, something happened on the field.The little old man suddenly stopped, unable to move half of his body.

Zhen Ling looked back stiffly, only to see that Xue Yao had walked around his back at some point and was slapping his Shentang acupoint with a palm.

It turned out that Lin Jinhuan's attack just now was to buy time for Xue Yao.

"I'm sorry, senior."

Xue Yao met the old man's cloudy pupils, with a smile on his lips, and with the other hand, he swung his sword unambiguously and stabbed at the Lingxu acupoint of Zhenling.

Both the altar and the Lingxu were damaged at the same time, and the spirit fire was about to be extinguished. How could the spirit array easily allow Xue Yao to fulfill his wish.The little old man turned his head quickly, and pointed at Xue Yao's Shaoxiu sword with his backhand.

I don't know that I can easily be turned into powder in the hands of Zhenling, and it is even easier to deal with Shaoxiu.

By the time Zhen Ling saw the sly light in Xue Yao's eyes, it was too late.The sword turned into a puff of black smoke out of thin air and disappeared in front of him.Before the little old man could fully react, the tip of the sword pierced into his Lingxu from the front again.

The little old man looked back in astonishment, only to see Lin Jinhuan, who had been frozen in the icicle, broke through the ice at some point, standing in front of him holding a sword that did not belong to him.

A gust of wind blew up under the feet of the three of them, blowing their robes in all directions.When the surroundings calmed down again, blue smoke kept coming out of Zhenling's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the little old man's originally cloudy pupils completely dimmed, like an oil lamp with its wick pulled out.

The sense of reality gradually came from Xue Yao's palm, and the haggard little old man instantly shattered and turned into scattered ice flowers.

There was only one stick left on the spot, and the half-burned bamboo stick lay not far away.Other than that, nothing happened, everything was the same as before the old man appeared.

The two waited quietly in place for a while, Xue Yao looked at the calm mountain top, and asked, "Is this the end?"

"The formation is destroyed, but the formation is not broken. It can be seen that the little old man is not the eye of the formation." Lin Jinhuan raised his hand and threw the sword in his hand to Xue Yao, and then said: "Thank you."

Shan Ren also stood up awkwardly, and walked out from behind the ice.Seeing Shanren, Xue Yao asked, "How is it, does it look good to fight?"

Shan Ren clasped his hands together, saluted pretendingly, and said: "The poor monk has a low level of cultivation and is seriously injured. This time, it is thanks to the two supernatural powers."

Lin Jinhuan on the side had already bent over to pick up the bamboo tube and the half bamboo stick on the ground, Xue Yao stopped talking about Shanren and turned to look at the stick in Lin Jinhuan's hand.

This stick is not light in weight, and it makes a rustling sound when shaken.It must be because the formation spirit has been destroyed, and the lottery can no longer be taken out from it.

Except for Lin Jinhuan, everyone in the formation had their lottery cards in this tube.

Shanren obviously thought of this too, he seemed to be in front of Lin Jinhuan unintentionally.Xue Yao squinted at Shanren, and asked knowingly, "Why, master, do you want this lottery?"

Shan Ren looked away unnaturally, and said with a smile: "How come, when the spirit is destroyed, the stick is a mortal thing. But this stick is an object of the spirit after all, so it's better for the sect master not to carry it with you, lest the spirit be destroyed by the spirit. Injury."

"That's it, thank you, master, for your concern." Lin Jinhuan thanked him affectionately, but put the stick back into his sleeve under the burning gaze of compassion.

After a short rest, the three decided to continue up the mountain.Before setting off, Lin Jinhuan turned around and glanced at the wreckage of Unknown Wu scattered on the ground.

This scene was noticed by Xue Yao, and Xue Yao turned around and said to Lin Jinhuan: "Let's go, I will find you a better set later."