Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Chen Fa was miraculously restored, and with the lingering patterns, the scarlet eyes of the huge monster gradually calmed down.

The black and red faded, and those huge eyes turned blue like the sea again.

It saw Chu Muyun, and Chu Muyun also looked at it.

Chu Muyun looked at it, and looked into the huge eyes of different shades that seemed to flow like sea water. For a split second, he actually thought that this guy was about to cry...

But also... just for a moment.Soon the dark blue was swallowed up by scarlet again, and it was about to become pitch black—Chu Muyun no longer hesitated, cut his wrist to make the blood flow faster, the pattern became stronger, and under the increasingly exaggerated red light, Under the pressure, the huge monster was finally completely suppressed.

The cave suddenly returned to calm.

The invisible magic circle completely showed its shape, dense red entwined with broken ice blue, one by one, one ring after another, cleverly using the angle and position of the gems to land to form a perfect suppressing array again.

Chu Muyun was so proficient in formations, he only took one look, and his heart became clear.

But thinking about it carefully, this ability is really powerful to the point of being illogical.It is true that the arrogant Qianluan Peak has countless exquisite books on formations, and he has also imprinted the entire library in his mind, but no matter what, he should not see through this formation.This kind of unique formation, which is obviously man-made, took a lot of effort, and took a lot of time, should not be seen through by a second person.

But Chu Muyun understood.

Why?Unless this formation is made by himself.

When anger was born, he drew this formation with his own hands and forced anger to sleep here, just to suppress the behemoth underneath.

But that's not possible.

Chu Muyun was inexplicably convinced that it was impossible for him to go back to that time.

Impossible!

There are too many mysteries in it, but there is no time to sort it out right now. Although this formation can be temporarily suppressed, it will always be unstable without the source of the formation.

It is impossible to calculate how long this formation will be effective, but Chu Muyun knows that the behemoth cannot be allowed to come out.

It only showed its head, and Chu Muyun could clearly feel that if it showed its whole face, most of the world would be destroyed.

And to make the formation continue, there is another way besides imprisoning Ling Xuan.

That is - 'on behalf of'.

Gather the aspirations of all peoples, use one person as a sacrifice, capture a weak soul, and send it to the corresponding body. After a hundred years of nourishment, it will eventually become a "surrogate".

If it hadn't been back to 900 years later, Chu Muyun probably wouldn't have thought of this move.

But it was because when he was with Gluttony, he inquired about Ling Yunzong, knew about Ling Mu's existence, and then met Ling Suyun, so...he went back to 900 years ago, and suddenly understood what to do.

The future is set, and he is just following the trend now.

It is very strict to implement the technique of "subrogation". First of all, the sacrifice is a tomb for the life of the sacrificer and does not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

And the "corresponding body" can be encountered but not sought, even if it is found, it needs to be cultivated with dedication, and even so, the success rate is terribly low.

But as long as it is done, it will be done once and for all!

The corresponding body cannot completely replace the main body, but as long as there is the guardian of the tomb and the prestige of the people, he can take the role of acting, consolidate the heart of the formation, and become a new source of formation.

At that time, the main body will be able to escape its shell and regain its freedom.

Chu Muyun closed his eyes and thought about it, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched: In order to give this little wolfhound freedom, the price he paid was really not small.

But if there is no freedom, what is the strategy?

Chu Muyun opened his eyes again, and there was silence in them.

——It’s already a foregone conclusion, no matter how much you think about it, it’s useless.

The situation in the cave was kissed, Chu Muyun didn't stop, he held Ling Xuan, cast a spell, and fell directly to the ground.

Ling Xuan was looking at him without blinking.

Chu Muyun restrained his emotions, turned to look at him: "Want to learn?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, pointed his slender index finger horizontally, an astonishing force gushed out, and there was a loud bang that shook the sky, and there was already a huge deep pit on the wasteland.

Dust was flying, sand and gravel were flying, and Chu Muyun stood in the center, but he was not polluted by the haze at all.

He was wearing a black robe, his hair was like satin, his facial features were handsome, his posture was free and easy, but his expression was calm and breezy.

This moment, this scene, is like hot oil falling into a frozen lake, like thunder blasting into the deep sea, like a dazzling sunrise tearing apart the haze and dark clouds...

All of Ling Xuan's senses were captured, all he could see, think, and feel was only this person, the coldness and indifference in the corner of his eyes.

"Think." Ling Xuan opened his mouth and responded to him, and then an astonishing longing spread from his heart, violently sweeping through all the nerves in his body, merging into the blood vessels, penetrating into the bone marrow, and occupying the entire soul.

What do you want to learn?What do you want?What do you want to have?What do you want...

Chu Muyun raised his lips, smiled at him, and said the words that almost imprisoned Ling Xuan for the rest of his life: "I'll wait for the day you defeat me."

He awakened him from thousands of years of slumber, he pulled him out of the deepest darkness, he turned him from a blank sheet of paper into a painting.

——A wonderful picture scroll drawn by himself.

Fate.

The two words that countless people can't see through, because it is erratic, false, and full of helplessness.

But sometimes...it is so beautiful, so stunning, and so heartfelt.

Willingly be captured by it.

Chu Muyun has always done things in a thunderous manner, and he can indeed teach Ling Xuan, the inborn god of war.

Ling Xuan is a rare full line, able to use all spells, able to practice all systems, all exercises in the world, as long as he wants to learn, he will definitely learn the top.

After 4000 years, the Sutra Pavilion of Qianluan Peak once again played a role, and Chu Muyun's photographic memory almost reproduced it. He gave Ling Xuan everything, but there were only three things that he did not hand over.

One is Mo Jiushao's Moon Chasing Sword Technique, the other is the formation technique, and the other is the alchemy technique.

He never even showed it in front of Ling Xuan.

At this time, Chu Muyun also understood why, 900 years later, when Ling Xuan avoided Ye Jianhan to fight with him, he obviously used all the moves guided by gluttony, but Ling Xuan did not have the slightest suspicion.

Of course, there will be no doubts, because Ling Xuan's moves are still taught by him.

Staggering the time of 900 years, going around in circles has become a circle.

Ling Mu——is a somewhat suggestive name Chu Muyun gave to the body of the person in the tomb.

Just like Ling Yunzong and Ling Suyun, this is a code he gave himself, a code to remind him of the technique of 'acting on behalf'.

There is no time to practice, Chu Muyun guarded Lingxuan for nearly a hundred years, until he taught everything he could teach, and it was time to leave.