I ran away after slag Xianzun

Chapter 6 The Secret Realm

Wu Wang had never eaten the fruit of spiritual grass, so he didn't know that it was actually bitter, not sweet at all.

Jiang Meiqing chewed one piece in one gulp, her expression relaxed, without revealing the slightest bit.

Bitterness is better than nauseating medicine.

After drinking the medicine, the sun rose to the sky.

"This sun is really much more anxious than us."

Jiang Meiqing looked up at the sky and said thoughtfully.

Wu Wang said: "This secret realm should have a time limit, we need to find the realm eye as soon as possible."

Jiang Meiqing nodded in agreement.

Once the time for the secret realm is up, in an instant, mountains will collapse and everything inside will be wiped out.

Including the two of them.

So they had to leave before the secret realm collapsed.

He thought for a while and said, "When the dragon elephant left last night, its direction was north. I guess it should live near the secret place. That is, near the cave where we were attacked before."

Mimetic spiritual pets such as dragon elephants are usually put in by people who have reached the end of the realm.

They are very spiritual, and they usually stay near the Jingyan and wait for their master to call them back.

Therefore, the cave they entered by mistake at that time was very likely to have a border eye nearby.

Wu Wang nodded and put away the long sword.

"Go and see."

He took two steps, but Jiang Meiqing remained motionless.

He glanced back at him, asking with his eyes.

Jiang Meiqing curled the corner of her mouth and stretched out her hand, "I can't walk, the Immortal Venerable will carry me on my back."

Wu Wu paused for a moment.

The fingers clasped by his side moved slightly.

The person in front of him smiled like he was heartless, his face was exquisite and beautiful, but he was very pale, with almost no trace of blood.Even the usually bright red lips looked like they were covered with white powder.

He shouldn't be pretending.

Crushing the panacea is not something ordinary people can bear.

But why is he still smiling so innocently?

Wu Wu was silent for a moment, then strode over, put one hand on his knee, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and hugged him horizontally.

Jiang Meiqing was not ready yet, when she was picked up suddenly, her abdomen throbbed suddenly, causing him to inhale secretly.

"It hurts?"

Wu Wang stared at the drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Jiang Meiqing closed her eyes slightly, and opened them after a while, the redness in her eyes did not have time to recede.

As soon as he recovered, his mind moved, and he began to yawn again.

He looked at Wuwang ambiguously, and said in a low voice: "Xianzun, you hold a person like this, and ask him if it hurts, do you know what it means?"

Wu Wang frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

That's boring, this icicle really doesn't understand anything, even the jokes.

"I won't tell you, so as not to tarnish the ears of the immortal."

Wu Wang:? ?

No matter how he doesn't understand, he also knows how to read people's expressions.

Thinking back on Jiang Meiqing's tone and expression just now, one could vaguely guess what it was about.

He couldn't help but his face darkened slightly.

But he still didn't know why he asked if it hurt.

Jiang Meiqing seemed to have forgotten this topic, reached out to hook the hanging hair of the immortal, and said with a smile: "Is the immortal planning to carry me away like this?"

"if not?"

Wu Wang said indifferently: "I won't let you fall."

Jiang Meiqing imagined that the two of them were flying with swords in mid-air, surrounded by turbulent wind and clouds, bumping up and down, one could imagine how uncomfortable it was.

So he said unceremoniously: "But I still want to lie on the broad back of the immortal."

Wu Wang: ...

He scoffed in his heart, hypocritical.

But he didn't say a word, just gently put him back on the ground with his hands, then squatted down in front of him, with his back facing him.

The injury on his back had healed, and now he was covered with a black robe, and the cut clothes could not be seen.

Jiang Meiqing put her arm around his neck, and a warm feeling came from her hand. It was very strange. He had never been so close to anyone before.

The scalding heat seemed to flow down the arm and want to burn into the body.

According to Wu Wang's cultivation base, flying with a sword on his back is effortless.

It was Jiang Meiqing, who was lying on his back, dizzy from the wind, hot inside and cold outside, feeling very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this only lasted for a while, and Yujian soon arrived near the cave.

Wu Wang raised his breath to hang in mid-air, retracted his long sword, and then lightly fell to the ground.

There was a scorching hot breath blowing at him from the back of his neck, he didn't feel it in mid-air just now, but as soon as he landed, his whole body's attention suddenly focused on one place, it was itchy, and it was extremely painful.

Jiang Meiqing was a little dizzy, and pressed her face against his back, pointing her fingers forward.

"Over there, it should be a heaven and earth gossip formation, Xianzun be careful."

Wuwang raised his eyelids and looked in the direction of his finger, only to see that on the wasteland under the sun, there was no grass growing, and the ground was covered with black soil, which looked no different from the place he stepped on.

But when he probed with his divine sense, he noticed it.

The seemingly ordinary wasteland is actually a swamp, in which there are eight life gates of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kan, Gen, and Dui. Qiankun gossip array.

If you accidentally stray into it, you will most likely be swallowed up by the swamp.

It's no surprise that the person behind him doesn't have any spiritual power, how can he tell?

Since there is a formation here, then the Jingyan should have to go through this formation to find it.

Jiang Meiqing was rare to lie on her stomach quietly, without making a fuss, and as Wu Wang walked forward, he would occasionally make a precise suggestion or two.

"Yangyi produces four images, walk in the direction of the straight line, four steps."

Wuwang jumped up, Xuxu skipped four steps, and came to a stop.

There is solid ground beneath your feet, not swamps.

At this time, the surrounding environment changed. In the barren wasteland, clumps of low shrubs suddenly appeared, and raised their heads from the swamp mud, but the mud came out without being stained or dirty, which was amazing.

Wu Wang paused twice, feeling something was wrong.

Jiang Meiqing said: "The swamp mud should be the same as that dragon elephant. They are all imitative, so they won't be stained with soil. If you don't believe me, look under your feet, there should be no mud."

Wuwang lifted his feet and looked, and it was as white as new.

"Why do you know this?"

Most monks who practice Taoism will not specifically learn this kind of formation, because it has little effect on improving their cultivation.

Formation is a kind of miscellaneous learning in the cultivation of truth, and has always been denounced by Mu Yunzong as not doing business properly and heresy.

Wuwang only read a little in the ancient books of Zangshuge, and had some impressions.

Jiang Meiqing smiled, "Because I don't do my job properly in cultivation."

Wu Wang: ...

I had been so absorbed in the battle just now that I didn't notice it, only then did I realize that his voice was slightly hoarse and a little weak.

Wu Wang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Meiqing put her finger on her forehead, and then touched Wu Wang's forehead. Compared with the two, the answer was ready to come out.

"I have a fever."

It should be the impact of the wound after the broken pill.

He paused without thinking.

No wonder his breath was so hot.

They are still in the formation now, of course they can't stop for a long time, so they can only pass quickly.

"You hold on for a while."

Jiang Meiqing shook her head, twitched the corners of her mouth, and said disapprovingly, "It's just that you have a fever and you can't die."

He lazily touched Wuwang's face.

Now his body is very hot, but Wu Wang's body is very cool, which can dissipate heat for him.

He fumbled up and down his Adam's apple with hot fingers, reminding: "These shrubs are regular, four images produce gossip, or follow the middle line, eight steps."

Wu Wang was distracted by him, but he had no choice but to listen to his instructions and jumped up.

But this time, the moment he landed, he felt that the ground under his feet was moving.

"do not move."

Jiang Meiqing said: "It can only move back and forth, left and right, and won't sink. All the ground here, as long as it doesn't sink, nothing will happen."

Wu Wang remained silent.

But the fingers in the throat are moving.

He endured it for a while, and finally whispered: "Take your hand away."

Jiang Meiqing was very aggrieved, and put her forehead on the back of his neck, "I just want to cool off, and the immortal can bear to watch me burn out my brain?"

Wu Wang: ...

What do your fingers have to do with your brain?

Jiang Meiqing seemed to see through his thoughts, and explained in a weak voice: "Fever cooling does not only drop in one place, there are many blood vessels on the fingers, and it will travel with the blood to the whole body."

Wu Wang: ...

sophistry.

The ground under his feet finally stopped, and all the bushes shrank back. From a distance, it was still the wasteland.

After a while, countless bushes suddenly popped up unevenly. Compared with just now, the difference is that these bushes are moving all the time, and some will even retract and pop up from another place.

The two froze for a moment.

Jiang Meiqing felt that her eyes were blurred.

It wasn't because these things were wandering around, but because he was a little dizzy from the heat of his body.

He needs to squint his eyes and focus his gaze in order to see clearly.

After a while.

He said, "Take a step to the left and try it out."

Wu Wu looked at a small bush on the left, slightly suspicious.

Jiang Meiqing said with a smile: "Anyway, if it's a quagmire, let's fall into it together."

He thought for a while, and then said: "I am such a waste, and I am buried with the Immortal Venerable, it is quite worth it."

Wu Wang: ...

"No one is born a waste, don't belittle yourself."

Jiang Meiqing was stunned.

As he said that, Wu Wang took a step to the left and directly stepped on the bushes.

The shrub shrank back.

The ground under his feet is still solid.

Suddenly, his eyes went black.

A pair of soft hands covered his eyes, with a faint woody smell, covering his eyes.

Jiang Meiqing's faint voice sounded in his ear, "Now, don't look at the road, and don't listen to other voices, just walk in the direction where my finger slides."

He stretched out an index finger and pressed it on his forehead, making distinctions between up, down, left, and right.

"why?"

"Because the eyes will see things that are not real, and the ears will hear strange sounds, which will disturb your steps."

This is Jiang Meiqing's favorite formation in the past, what he sees is false, and what he hears is false.

It looks very complicated, but in fact, as long as you get rid of the influence of the two organs and follow the logic inferred in your heart, you will not go wrong.

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