Daoist, he doesn't understand love

Ling Weiyun continued to walk up the mountainside, and the black marks under his feet also stretched upwards, as if he was walking in the middle of the fire at that time.

Ling Weiyun's face became paler and paler, and when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, he stepped on something under his feet, which almost tripped him.

He lowered his head to look, and there seemed to be something buried under the thin sand and stones, with a little trace of the stone wall exposed on the top.

Ling Weiyun's eyes widened slightly, he squatted down, and planed away the thin layer of sand and stones. Underneath was a stone wall that had been burned and cracked. The remaining block was carved with patterns, which had been worn away by the wind and sand. It is about to lose its traces, but if you look carefully, you can still see that it is engraved with lotus cloud patterns, which are the most common patterns in the sect of cultivating immortals.

In Dao Yizong's large and small palaces, almost all the walls are painted with such patterns.

Ling Weiyun stared at the blurred lotus imprint, only felt the blood rushing up rapidly, the heart beating rapidly, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"...Brother Lin, Brother Lin? Brother Lin!"

King Wei's eager cry went from weak to strong, and finally reached his ears. Ling Weiyun half knelt on the ground, covered his chest with one hand, and panted heavily.

His face was flushed red, but his lips were black and blue, and he had a painful expression of difficulty breathing.

King Wei looked at him anxiously, and asked repeatedly: "What's the matter with you, are you alright?"

Ling Weiyun remained motionless, gasping for breath for a while, before recovering a little.

He shook his head weakly, his voice so hoarse that he could barely hear: "...it's okay."

King Wei still looked anxious and worried: "Are you really okay? I think you almost fainted just now. You must not die here."

It was as if he was worried that no one would teach him fairy arts after he died, and once the little emperor tracked down and found out that something happened to the other party, wouldn't he be in trouble again.

Ling Weiyun's face was not as red as it was just now, but his face became paler, with hints of blue.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his body was still shaking, King Wei quickly reached out to support him.

Ling Weiyun: "...It's just an illness, it's fine."

He stretched out his hand, trembling slightly, took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket, shook out a pill, and swallowed it.

After all, it was indeed a magic medicine, after taking one pill, Ling Weiyun's complexion became much better, and his heart beat less violently.

King Wei looked at his face, then at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and quickly looked away.

He supported Ling Weiyun, and after a while, he asked, "Is it better?"

Ling Weiyun nodded, stood up straight, and walked out of King Wei's arms.

King Wei shrugged and said, "The little emperor is not here, are you still afraid that he will know?"

Ling Weiyun ignored him.

King Wei was not willing to be lonely, and said again: "Brother Lin, you are too. Since you have unique skills, why should you be insulted by that little emperor? Why don't we work together to make the little emperor—"

Ling Weiyun interrupted him: "How many words did you just say?"

King Wei's eyes widened, and he immediately realized what he meant, and quickly closed his mouth tightly, making a gesture of shutting up.

The two continued to move forward, the closer they got to the peak, the larger the scorched area, and the more serious Ling Weiyun's face became.

When we reached the top of the peak, the sun was in the middle of the day, and the shining sun cast down, making it hard for both of us to keep our eyes open.

King Wei set up a pergola, looking down from the peak, there are bare mountains all around, nothing to see, let alone why Ling Weiyun insists on coming here.

Ling Weiyun, however, stood at the location of the main hall of the Dao Yi Sect back then, looking around blankly. In the past, the clouds and mists were shrouded in clouds and mist, the sky was filled with colorful clouds, the sky was full of flying phoenixes, and many pavilions were looming in the clouds, as if in a fairyland. Now it is completely invisible.

There was dead silence all around, only the sound of the wind passing through the mountains under your feet, like the chirping of cranes, which made people's heart tremble even more.

His heart surged again, and his heart rate suddenly accelerated. Ling Weiyun quickly closed his eyes, calmed down, and managed to calm down his breathing.

He opened his eyes again, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he said, "Don't you want to know what skills your ancestors had and what they did?"

King Wei who was beside him didn't see his eyes, and nodded repeatedly after hearing the words.

Ling Weiyun looked coldly at the empty mountains under his feet, and his voice became colder and colder: "Take out the jade token you secretly brought, and I will tell you."

King Wei was taken aback: "How do you know I'm wearing a jade badge!?"

Ling Weiyun said: "Is this difficult? Don't you still want to learn fairy arts from me?"

King Wei thought it was true, so he accepted his explanation and was very happy, saying: "Brother Lin, you really have a unique skill."

But in fact, Ling Weiyun just felt the fluctuation of spiritual power from the jade tablet, and after entering the mountain, the higher the peak of the mountain, the stronger the fluctuation of spiritual power. The spiritual acupoints of the two come from the same vein, and they respond to each other.

King Wei took out a piece of flannelette from his bosom, and it was indeed a jade tablet wrapped inside, and what made King Wei stare wide-eyed was that the jade tablet was emitting brilliance.

King Wei stammered, "What's going on here? Has it appeared?"

Ling Weiyun didn't answer, but instead asked him: "How did you think of bringing it here?"

Wei Wangdao: "Aren't you worried about Brother Lin, you have boundless mana, what will you do to my jade token? For peace of mind, it's better to carry it with you."

Ling Weiyun looked at him silently.

King Wei scratched his head, and said again: "Well, actually, it's because you saw this jade tablet and you are going to come to this mountain. I doubt there is any connection between the two, so I brought it to have a look, maybe there is something What's the reaction?"

The results really changed.

Ling Weiyun raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling again that he had really underestimated the King of Wei before.

He nodded and was about to say something when King Wei smiled again and said, "Brother Lin, you want this jade tablet so much, then I will carry it with you at all times, and you have to stay by my side."

Ling Weiyun: "..."

Ling Weiyun didn't pick up on him anymore, and reached out to get the jade talisman, but Wei Wang's figure flashed, but he avoided it.

King Wei laughed and said: "This is not possible. Brother Jiao Lin took it, and I don't necessarily have to return it."

Ling Weiyun took a deep breath, resisted the urge to punch that playful face, and said coldly, "Okay, then hold it yourself."

Ling Weiyun asked Wei Wang to follow him closely, and the two walked around the peak, back and forth, and observed the changes of the jade plaque at any time.

The brilliance on the jade plate was stronger and weaker at times, which aroused Wei Wang's amazement, and asked, "Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"

Ling Weiyun didn't pay any attention, until he stopped at a certain place, and the jade plaque shone brightly, Ling Weiyun stopped in his tracks, his expression concentrated.

Eighth success is here.

He looked at his feet, and there was a very obvious dent on the scorched ground, as if it had been smashed out by some heavy object.

Ling Weiyun paused in his heart. Judging from the location, this should be the main hall of Dao Yizong back then, and under his feet was where the huge alchemy cauldron was. The dent was when the alchemy cauldron was smashed down. The traces left.

And the spiritual acupoint is just below here.

Ling Weiyun squatted down and scraped away the black soil at his feet. Apart from the scorched soil and dents, there were also messy marks around it, as if carved by a hard and sharp tool.

In order to see it more clearly, Ling Weiyun dug away all the black soil on the surface with his hands. The complicated and messy scratches looked like a mess of wool, and he couldn't find a clue.

Filling the spiritual acupoint with formations, there must be traces of formation eyes left on it, it is impossible to scratch randomly.

Ling Weiyun stared at the group of scratches, frowned and pondered, and marked the various magic circles he remembered, and finally found a familiar trajectory trend among the densely packed scratches——

It's the Spirit Swallowing Formation! ?

Ling Weiyun was shocked all over, and a monstrous anger surged in his heart.

The spirit-swallowing array, as the name suggests, is a formation that gathers all the spiritual energy for one's own use, and then uses the stolen spiritual energy to devour the things one wants to devour.

Yi Xiu, how dare he, how dare he-steal the aura of the entire Taoist sect to devour that monster? !

And the power of this formation does not stop there. Once the spirit-swallowing formation is opened, no matter whether it is the aura that is snatched or something swallowed, as long as it exists in the formation, after refining, it can finally return to the formation owner. all.

So the tomb spirit acupoint and demon suppression are just Yi Xiu's self-flattering words to deceive the world, and this spirit-swallowing formation is purely for himself!

Ling Weiyun was furious, his breathing became short of breath, and there was a sharp pain and convulsion in his chest, but he couldn't feel it at all at the moment.

King Wei at the side saw him lying on the ground and watching for a while, then his whole body trembled, feeling that something was wrong, he stood there hesitantly, and was about to ask.

I saw the person lying on the ground standing up unsteadily.

Ling Weiyun looked up at him: "Do you know what your ancestors did?"

Seeing the murderous look on his face, King Wei was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

Ling Weiyun's eyes seemed to be quenched, staring at King Wei, and said: "He is easy to cultivate, he made the whole Daoism into a magic circle, and then used this magic circle to swallow something that I don't know what it is. "

"This is what he said on the jade tablet, the spiritual acupoint of the first Taoist sect can suppress the unworldly demons." Ling Weiyun said, "Now the aura of the entire Taoist sect and that thing are suppressed in this place together. Under the seal."

King Wei opened his mouth wide, his face turned pale: "What are you talking about, I don't understand..."

Ling Weiyun sneered coldly: "Don't you understand? Your ancestors wiped out the entire Taoist sect and spread it under your feet to protect your family's prosperity and wealth for generations to come. Now you say you don't understand? Your ancestors established this formation , with the blood shed on your body."

Wei Wang saw that his expression was cold, but he was full of murderous aura. He was even more terrifying than Shura. His legs felt weak and he stepped back: "You, what do you want to do..."

Ling Weiyun's heart was in severe pain, and his heart was beating fast and heavy. He could hardly hear other voices, and his eyes were blurred. Looking at the figure that kept shaking in front of him, he said: "This array needs the help of the caster. Only blood can solve it, I don’t know if you can use your blood to solve this formation?”