After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

After this stone gate appeared, all the previous things were explained.It's no wonder those people want to attack Feng Wuzhou, and it's no wonder that they have traveled all the way here without any hindrance.

The further down the road, the more frightened Feng Lingxuan became.Although his way of breaking the formation is really not very good, but his vision is there after all.There are many magic circles that he has never seen or heard before. He only occasionally sees them in ancient books, but here they are all there.

Most of the ancient formation diagrams have been lost, and it is impossible to pass through the existing methods of breaking the formation, and it must be supplemented by cultivation to break through.It seems that the coercion of many formations will take the Mahayana period to pass, and even the sub-sage, it is simply whimsical for the four of them to want to pass.

But because of Feng Wuzhou's black mist, they all let them go.If it is said that there is nothing tricky in it, Feng Lingxuan doesn't believe it at all.

He originally thought that Ji Xingmian and the two had found a rare treasure like the secret control center when they acted alone, but he didn't expect it to be such a nonsense thing like blood inheritance.

This underground palace has been around for nearly ten thousand years at least, unlike the royal family where how many people in each generation are clearly written on the genealogy, how did those people confirm Feng Wuzhou's identity?

Are you not afraid of admitting the wrong person?

Xie Lan is also the same as him. To be honest, she is probably the most at a loss among these people.Feng Lingxuan knew a little more than she did, and could restrain her expression, she literally wrote it all on her face.

Keep it simple, keep it simple in the way you speak.

Taking advantage of their blank slack, Ji Xingmian checked on the stone gate and confirmed that it was basically the same as the pattern on the stone gate outside Tianlan, and there were no other possible hidden dangers, so he stepped back half a step to let Feng Wuzhou bleed.

"Ready?" Feng Wuzhou's words were not so much an inquiry, but more like a notification, "Then I'll start."

No, I haven't...

Xie Lan swallowed half a sentence in her throat, and watched Feng Wuzhou cut his finger and pour blood into the deep groove on the stone door.Shimen, which had sucked enough blood, released a strange light and swallowed them all in.

Thanks to the gloomy scene in the underground palace, everyone thought that the scene behind the stone gate would be similar to the front, but they didn't expect it to be a completely different scene.

The blue sky and white clouds, green trees and flowers, are peaceful, and occasionally sporadic small animals step on them.

If he really stepped on it, Feng Lingxuan opened his eyes and saw a magnified dog face sticking out its tongue in his direction, and he almost didn't get out of the psychological shadow.

"Is this an illusion?" Xie Lan stretched out her hand to touch the fish in the stream, watching it pass through her hand again and again, enjoying herself, "It's the first time I've seen this illusion, it's too fake gone."

"It's an illusion, but it's not exactly it."

Ji Xingmian looked at the snow-white flowers blooming on the left side of the road, and went to pick them, but Feng Wuzhou who was beside him reached out to stop him, "Brother."

"It's fine." Ji Xingmian said, "I know how to measure."

Only then did Feng Wuzhou get out of the way, Ji Xingmian picked the flower into his hand, turned it around and looked around, "This is backtracking."

The flower has five petals, the petals are white, but the core is bright red, at first glance, it looks like dark red blood.

Xie Lan was surprised that he could touch the entity, and ran over to touch it, "Hey, I can really touch it."

"Be careful." Ji Xingmian reminded her: "The book says that if you inhale its pollen, you will dream about the thing you are most attached to, and it will be difficult to wake up."

Xie Lan was startled, quickly retracted her hands, and then looked at the flowers, but her eyes hesitated.

Ji Xingmian stopped talking after reminding her once, and looked towards the other side of the road.

The lush mountains are stretched into pieces, surrounded by clouds and mists, like a fairyland.If you add some snow color to the green, and cover it with a few wisps of cold wind, it will be exactly as he remembered it.

Same as Feixue Peak.

In the vicissitudes of life, time turns, and one day, everything in your memory will change to another color.

Ji Xingmian felt something, and looked down at the flower in his hand.

Although this flower is called back, it does not have the ability to go back in time like when people gave it the name.It can only make people repeat the scene they are most attached to in their dreams over and over again until they are completely addicted to it and never want to wake up again.

Because it is too harmful, it has been boycotted by monks of all ethnic groups as early as thousands of years ago, and all of them have been eradicated.

Ji Xingmian had only seen a few strokes in ancient books in the past, but even in the books, it never said that anyone had planted so many traces like this, which almost covered the entire land boundary as far as the eye could see.

Such a large number of backtracking, I am afraid that even a saint-level powerhouse will be difficult to resist.

For no reason, Ji Xingmian suddenly remembered that Feng Tu didn't intend to let Feng Wuzhou be born in the first place.

This also means that if Wen Qiong hadn't accidentally given Feng Wuzhou the chance to be born, this mausoleum would have been completely sealed, and no one would be able to open the stone gate in front of this level except Feng Tu himself.

No one will be able to see the retrograde flowers all over the sky behind the stone gate, and no one will know how he repeated the past dream over and over again, unwilling to wake up, and finally drowned himself in it.

No matter how turbulent and strong it was in life, it will turn into a handful of floating soil after life.

Feng Lingxuan on the side finally broke away from the shadow of staring at the dog's face, and concluded: "So now the left and right are the boundaries, the left is true, and the right is false?"

Ji Xingmian pulled out of his thoughts and said "hmm", "It should be like this."

"Er... forgive me for a moment." Xie Lan interjected weakly, kept looking at Feng Wuzhou who had recovered his silence again, and said cautiously: "So that... um... is he... still there?"

Although what she said was vague, no one present here knew who the "he" she was talking about was.

Feng Wuzhou glanced at her, and replied instead of Ji Xingmian: "Not here."

Feng Lingxuan and Xie Lan were inexplicably relieved by this answer, it was already not interesting to accidentally break into the mausoleum, if they met the rightful owner again, it would be so embarrassing and embarrassing.

The two outsiders were entangled here, but the most embarrassing person over there didn't shy away from it at all, and pulled Ji Xingmian to the right side of the illusion.

Seeing this, the other two quickly followed.

As they went deeper into the illusion, the road behind them was gradually swallowed up, and they couldn't see the way they came from.

Ji Xingmian glanced back, thoughtfully, "So this is also a checkpoint."

When everyone turned their heads, they all suddenly realized.If you choose the left side, you will go back and detect your dream.If you choose the right side, you will be the owner of the tomb.

Feng Wuzhou knew this a long time ago, and he didn't choose randomly.His idea is very simple, instead of letting others watch them struggle in their dreams, it is better to look at others instead.

Besides, none of the few people present were obsessed, even Xie Lan, who had the simplest mind, was all focused on revenge.

Among them, Feng Wuzhou is most worried about Ji Xingmian. Although this incident is clearly aimed at him from the beginning to the end, Feng Wuzhou always feels a little uneasy in his heart, as if something important has been ignored by him. up.

"Let's go." Ji Xingmian said, "Go over there first."

The process of reaching the destination was much faster than they imagined. It seemed that after the back road disappeared, the distance ahead suddenly shortened. It was just far from the end of the road, and it was in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The Feixue Peak in Ji Xingmian's memory is covered with snow all the year round, hence the name.But this is not the case in Fengtu Backtracking. Everyone saw its original name at the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain.

It is called Changchun Peak.

In addition to the three large characters engraved in the middle, there are also two rows of crooked small characters carved on the corner of the bottom of the stone tablet. Not very old.

The more you go up, the more traces of people's life around you, sometimes it is a tree trunk full of scratches to compare heights, sometimes it is a pile of book pages with different handwritings, or it is too late to recover under the peach blossom tree husk.

Most of the outermost dreams are chaotic, and things from different periods sometimes appear in pairs, and sometimes crowd together irregularly, which is enough to prove from the side how many repeated dreams he had.

Girls are the most sensitive, even the nervous Xie Lan couldn't help but cut back on her words when passing by, with a sob look on her face, Feng Lingxuan couldn't help but look twice.

Affected by this, Feng Wuzhou became the calmest one, walking in the front without looking sideways, occasionally getting in the way and not going around, just walking straight to the wall, intending to go through it directly.

"Wuzhou..." Ji Xingmian called him in a low voice.

Feng Wuzhou stopped and looked back at him, "Brother, this is just an illusion."

"I know, but..." Ji Xingmian hesitated to speak, and finally raised his finger to the other side, "Shall we go the other way?"

Although he doesn't agree with many of Feng Tu's actions, in Ji Xingmian's perception, the other party is still a senior, and he should be respected not less, but not more.

But to put it bluntly, it was just his own insistence, Feng Wuzhou didn't need to abide by his habits.It was really unreasonable for him to ask the other party like this. Ji Xingmian felt that he should not have done it when he asked, and was about to change his words, but the other party had already agreed to him.

"Okay." Feng Wuzhou looked at him and said, "I will listen to my brother."

Ji Xingmian pursed her lips, looked back at the other two, Feng Lingxuan carried Xie Lan away with interest, and raised her hand to signal them to continue.

"Wu Zhou." Ji Xingmian called his name, "Is there something on your mind?"

"I..." Just as Feng Wuzhou opened his mouth, Ji Xingmian said, "Don't lie."

"I don't have to know what you're thinking." Ji Xingmian said, "I just want to know if you're happy now, and I don't want you to hide it from me if you're unhappy. If you don't tell me if you're unhappy, then I'll tell you ..."

Ji Xingmian stayed on for a long time without any follow-up, Feng Wuzhou followed his words and asked, "What will happen to brother?"

"...Then I will be infected by you, and we will become two unhappy people." Ji Xingmian said fiercely.

"Pfft." Feng Wuzhou couldn't help laughing out loud, "Where did brother learn that?"

"I learned it from you." Ji Xingmian didn't care about it, and simply copied Feng Wuzhou's tone of teasing him in the past, imitating it: "So if you don't want me to be unhappy, you have to tell me. "

"Okay." Feng Wuzhou came to hug him, rubbed against his forehead, and said leisurely: "I dare not make my brother unhappy, what should I do if I ignore me."