You turned out to be such a senior [Transmigration Book]

"Senior, can this thousand thoughts formation be stopped?" Chu Yan tried to find a chance to save it.

"In the Qiannian formation, there are a thousand different formations, which can be roughly divided into phantom formations, killing formations, and empty formations. The phantom formations test consciousness and can be dispelled. If you enter the killing formation...unless you destroy the killing formation The eye of the formation, or destroy the main eye of the Qiannian formation, otherwise, the people in the formation will not be able to get out."

Speaking of this, Heqiu Yang saw Chu Yan was extremely worried, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Don't worry too much, there are only two or three kills, and the chances are not high."

After comforting Chu Yan, He Qiuyang continued, "I'll release the people in the phantom array first, and see if there is your Taoist companion."

"Ah?" Chu Yan's expression froze when he heard the last two words, "Taoist? What kind of Taoist am I?"

"Huh?" Seeing this, Heqiu Yang slightly raised his brows, "He is the one who used a pair of Jiuxuxuanyin rings with you."

Chu Yan choked for a moment: "..."

With an extremely complicated expression on his face, he quickly opened his mouth to explain, "That man is my senior brother, not my Taoist companion..."

And it's still a relationship of "has had feuds, hated, and seen blood", it's hard to say whether Xie Yunming has completely let go of the hatred in his heart.

After hearing Chu Yan's explanation, He Qiuyang looked unpredictable: "..."

Today's juniors have even prepared tokens of love, but they are still brothers?

It seems that I have been sleeping in the fairy artifact for too long?Tens of thousands of years later, the atmosphere in the Cloud Realm has become more subtle?

But after Chu Yan said that, He Qiuyang wouldn't ask any more questions, so he immediately changed his words. "Then you will see from the miniature later, if there is your senior brother."

Following He Qiuyang's words, a projection appeared in front of Chu Yan's eyes. This projection was similar to Jianzong's message, and they were all virtual images.

In the Qiannian formation, hundreds of people were removed from the phantom formation and sent out of the mansion——

After Qingxuzi stepped into the entrance of the tomb with a personal test, he walked directly into a phantom formation.

With his cultivation base during the tribulation period, it is okay to know that he is in the illusion formation, but this is an ancient illusion formation, and it will not be so easy to get out in a while.

According to legend, Heqiu Yang, the master of ancient weapon refining, also knows how to use formations, and often incorporates formations into the spirit weapons he forges.Then it is not surprising to set up a formation in the tomb.

It's just that I don't know what happened to his disciples.

Qing Xuzi is not very worried about his first disciple, Huan Yunming's heart is firm enough to face the phantom formation, but if this formation is triggered by a single person, then his little apprentice may be in danger...

While thinking, Qing Xuzi quickly looked for the breakthrough point of the phantom formation.

When he was about to find the eyes of Huanzhen, the scene of Huanzhen suddenly faded away like a tide, and he actually returned to the place where he entered the tomb.

Many figures appeared around one after another, but there was still no figure of the little apprentice Chu Yan.

There was no sign of his eldest disciple Xie Yunming either.

Could it be that the eldest disciple Xie Yunming will also be trapped by the phantom array?

After chasing after Xie Yunming, who was looking for someone, he entered the strange formation with a flicker of his figure.

The scene in front of me is dry and cracked everywhere.The inexhaustible monstrous fire burned most of the sky red, and amidst the black smoke, the decayed and foul smell of the burned bones rose to the sky.

It's like a phantom array, but it's so real that people won't be able to find any flaws for a while.

A tongue of fire rushed towards Xie Yunming, and a burning sensation swept through the surrounding air in an instant, raising the temperature to the extreme.

The Prisoner Dragon Sword had already been unsheathed, and the blade was covered with frost. Xie Yunming raised his hand and extinguished the tongue of flame with a sword.The cold wind brought the stench hidden in the flames, mixed with a vaguely demonic aura.

This evil spirit is not like that of a monster, but it is more than a hundred times heavier than the breath of a monster.

Xie Yunming raised his eyes to look at the place where the flames were engulfing. In the billowing black smoke, there seemed to be some figure still walking.Without even thinking about it, he directly condensed his spiritual power, and a sword fell——

The frost swept away the extremely hot flame in an instant, and the mist turned into water droplets between the melting of ice and fire, and dripped on the dry bones not far in front of Xie Yunming.

The black smoke also slowly dissipated a little along with the flames, and the dry bones stained with water droplets were actually pinched by a red hand. The fingernails were as long as half a palm, and they looked extremely sharp.

Xie Yunming heard the sound of chewing.

It was as if the sharp teeth were gnawing on the bones, making a crackling sound, and the sound didn't come from one place——

It came from thousands of places!

The black smoke faded, and tens of millions of hunched, naked skin showed an unnatural red color, and the surroundings exuded a strong demonic aura. The monsters, which looked more like humans than demons, all showed their fangs and hugged the ground. Dry bones are gnawing.

Those gnawed dry bones are the bones of monks, because they died not long ago, and there is still a breath of spiritual power on the bones.

As the cold wind passed through, in addition to the scorched smell of the corpse, the wind also brought a trace of the sweetness of the living.

Tens of thousands of monsters sniffed their noses at the same time, and finally stopped gnawing on the dry bones, and fixedly looked at Xie Yunming's direction with a pair of cloudy eyes.

They want to eat their own flesh and blood.

Sensing such malice, Xie Yunming raised the corners of his lips, but all the emotions in his eyes faded away. He slightly squeezed the hilt of the Prisoner Dragon Sword with his fingers, and the spiritual power covered the blade in an instant, killing The sword intent of the Way of Cutting is completely natural.

Back then when he worshiped under the Sword Sect, what he wanted was the way of killing to stop killing.

Xie Yunming is an extremely gifted ice spirit root, and the monks of ice spirit roots have always been indifferent, so it is more suitable to practice the way of ruthlessness.There are too many bloody disasters in the way of killing and cutting, and it is easy to be confused by the killing spirit. If innocent people are killed to prove the way, the thunder and disaster of heaven will also increase.

Qing Xuzi once advised him like this.

But Qing Xuzi didn't know that Xie Yunming was not only indifferent, but also full of hostility.He was destined to be accompanied by a disaster of blood.

Tens of thousands of monsters rushed towards Xie Yunming's direction.It seemed that the red tide was about to engulf the entire earth, and the figure of the white-clothed sword cultivator was as insignificant as sand.

The prisoner's sword light bullies Shuangbai, and the sword freezes thousands of miles.

Even the raging fire that was still burning behind was frozen into ice cubes by this horrific freezing, maintaining a burning state in the ice, and being eroded and swallowed in the last bit.

The dark red blood and the cold frost permeated the air, and countless monsters were killed. The pace of those red-skinned monsters rushing behind stopped for a moment. The murderous aura contained in the frost made them so few The intelligent monster also has the emotion of perceiving danger and terror.

at this time.

A strange and ear-piercing cry came from a distance, causing the monster that had stopped to show its fangs to the white-clothed sword cultivator again.

The sound was very strange——

It seems to be crying softly, and it seems to be laughing wildly.

Xie Yunming's fingers pinching the hilt of the sword turned white, and his eyes full of hostility were already red.

He knew that he was in the formation, and it was even very possible that he was a phantom formation within the phantom formation.

A pair of cold hands pinched his neck, and the strange screams almost came in close to his ears, and the surging blood flowed into his breath.

This is an illusion.

--go to hell.

——The evil obstacle that caused the disaster of blood.

——When I find you, I should strangle you to death. What's the use of a natural fairy bone? Everyone will die except you!

This is an illusion.

There were heavy shackles shackling his body, the cold blade cut through the flesh and blood, and the blood flowed from the wound into the porcelain bowl.

This is also an illusion.

--Forget it.

—You will be trapped here for the rest of your life.

——Wait for the Gu worm to attack, and continue to live for others.

Everything is an illusion, he should be in an illusion at this moment.

Xie Yunming's eyes were red, he was very clear-headed, but he was also filled with resentment, hatred and murderous intent aroused by the past.

The smell of blood continued to intensify, and the white clothes were stained with blood at some point.He was originally a man full of hostility, and he should have taken this path full of blood and anger.

There's nothing wrong with that, he should have...

There are faint magic lines appearing from the corners of Xie Yunming's eyes, which is a sign that he is about to go crazy.

"..."

It seemed that there was another voice coming from this phantom array, Xie Yunming couldn't hear it clearly, and didn't want to hear it again.

The Prisoner Dragon Sword was already covered in intense blood, anyone who tried to kill him would be killed by him in the end.

"..."

The sound continued.

Another deceptive auditory hallucination?

Xie Yunming's consciousness crashed into that soft cloud, and Xie Yunming vaguely remembered that the day he left the Chu family's underground palace, there was also such a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere around him.

It's like the bright sunlight that can't shine in the dark and decaying land.

"...Brother?"

This is the voice of the little sick young man calling him.

That weak voice always has a slightly raised tone, as if innocent and out of tune with the world, and as if defenseless and ignorant.

This is probably true, the aura emitted by this person can be as warm and harmless as sunlight.

The traces of the magic pattern faded from the corners of the eyes, and the redness in the eyes also disappeared.

Xie Yunming finally escaped from the phantom array, and his eyes can see the image of reality.

The boy in red was looking up at him with worried eyes.

The little sick man always looks so stupid.

Worrying about him is better than worrying about himself. After all, he is as weak as Chu Changsheng, and just now any red-skinned monster in the phantom array can gnaw him...

Xie Yunming didn't want to think about the last word in his thoughts.

He tried his best to control his urge to hold people tight, and he squeezed the hilt of the Prisoner Dragon Sword with his closed palms, with an understatement on his face, and after using a spiritual technique to remove the blood stains on the blade——

"Crack-!"

There was a muffled blunt sound when the Prisoner Dragon Sword was put back into its sheath, but it was so decisive and clear when it was not out of the sheath.

It was as if the ferocious beast retreated into the sealed cage.

The sword cultivator in white returned to his former appearance in front of the boy in red. He lowered his eyes and said——

"You're so stupid, don't run around by yourself next time."

The voice was hoarse, but there was no sarcasm in the flat tone.