Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

"Shards, break them with strength? Can the array repairer speak plainly?"

The information they finally obtained was so vague that they couldn't guess the meaning of Leng Wenshu's words for a moment.

But time waits for no one.

In the blink of an eye, the black vortex in the sky stopped spinning.

The monks are ready to fight, the nightmare reappeared last night, and the evil currents are pouring into the world.

With Pei Jing's order, everyone released their aura, and a golden light screen was erected in front of the tower, and the aura flowed, illuminating the bloody night.

The west city gate where they were located was the farthest from the vortex, and the evil flow here was mostly a small branch, and the main defense of the spirit screen was still the diffuse evil mist.

The aura barrier consumes a lot, and it may not be able to sustain it for a long time.But fortunately, they had already prepared for it. They blew up a few portable instruments and replaced them with spiritual energy for storage.

Although doing so is a reckless waste, at special moments, you can only endure the pain to save your life.

With more adequate preparations, the long night was finally able to pass safely.

The young monks were exhausted and walked down the wall with each other's shoulders on their shoulders.

Such attrition is not a long-term solution.

On a day when the magic weapon is exhausted, overdrawing the spiritual energy every day is also a self-destructive foundation for the monk.

The longer you stay in this illusion, the more crisis you will have.

Bright colors floated in the east, and the wind in the winter morning was bitingly cool.

Shen Zhexue turned her head and saw that the outside of Langfeng City was still covered with fog, and the whiteness was filled with chill.

The mist was in the maze, and the people who set up the formation made the city into a cage.

Walking under the city faded away, like night dew evaporating in the rising sun.

During the day, Langfeng City became lively, and the people in the morning market looked curiously at them, monks in the same color clothes.

Among the people passing by, there are many high-level monks, but they live like ordinary people, and they smiled and introduced to the children beside them that the one in green is Taiqingzong, and the one in red is Hanshan.

Shen Zhexue was suspicious.

Are these people the projections of the 33rd year of Pingqing, or the real souls detained here?

Qin Guzhen was also thinking about this question.

After the Little Heavenly Tribulation in the past, the Langfeng Land was almost razed to the ground, causing countless deaths and injuries.

To this day, cultivators still don't know what kind of experience that person will have after being overwhelmed by evil currents.

Because people who have experienced it have not survived.

One hit kills, the soul flies away, and there is no chance to seize the house.

But if they were projected in front of them, they would have been stagnant in the past, and they should not have communicated with the outsiders who entered the battle.

Such a nimble figure can only be shaped and reshaped by spiritual energy.

Reversing time and pinching are two kinds of techniques that run counter to each other. Since it can restore the past, why bother to abandon the original image and waste aura in vain.

She clenched the hem of her robe tightly, feeling more and more uneasy.

The emperor Jiangxi dare not say that he is proficient in formations, but he is the most sensitive to the changes in the Xuandao when he understands cause and effect and calculates the secrets of heaven.

The evolution of the magic mechanism in the world is all based on the emperor Jiangxi, but now this formation is full of weirdness.

Everyone didn't dare to rest, and after adjusting their breath for a while, they immediately went to the city to inquire about the news.

This time, the disciples of Hanshan gained a lot.

Following the mountain ghost's clues, they found out a Fengyue case.

"The mountain ghost once had a mutual longing for a cultivator!"

It is said that the cultivator is the young master of the Langfeng family, who became attached to the mountain ghost when he was young, and was not afraid of his ugly appearance, and became playmates with the mountain ghost.

Later, they fell in love with each other for a long time, and they communicated with each other. The heaven and the earth became a Taoist couple as a witness, leaving a good story.

From ancient times to the present, these romantic stories are actually similar, but this story, to those who joined the battle, it is really a proof of nothing.

Everyone has been depressed for the past two days, and almost lost their lives. They have long wanted to find something to talk about.

"You said he had a good relationship with the young master of the Langfeng family? Good guy, there were only a few people left in the Langfeng family after the catastrophe. His friendship must be gone!"

"Maybe this evil cultivator created an illusion, wanting to relive old dreams with his old lover!"

"...Don't you have a grudge, relive the old dream of destroying the world every day?"

"In case someone wants to save Taoist companions, maybe it's a pity that the infatuated daughter ruined us so much."

"Then I want to ask Shan Gui, the old man, does this girl think she can overturn the fairy court with one hand, or cross the tribulation with one foot? Do you want to be so ruthless?"

"Cough, cough, pay attention, this mountain ghost is a male monk, not an infatuated daughter but an infatuated man."

"Who cares about men and women, is he proud if he cuts off his sleeves? Why does he torture us because of his pride? There is no way for single monks to survive, right?!"

Under the fierce attack, the single cultivators present seemed to accept the possibility that the mountain ghost was the culprit.

They severely condemned the behavior of turning their own love into everyone's suffering, saying that it would be better to practice the ruthless way to be happy.

"Uh, why do you want to practice the ruthless way? Are my sword and I unhappy for the rest of our lives?"

... The conjecture ended with a question from a swordsman.

After everyone scolded the mountain ghost for a while, several people showed the symptoms of spiritual exhaustion, so they had to choose to go back to the room to recuperate, and those who still had strength continued to explore in the city.

The three of Shi Yuan were imprisoned in the house by Pei Jing because of their names as mortals, and asked them to look through local historical records to find clues.

Shen Zhexue sat on a chair and supported her head, recalling the classics of formations she had read.

He didn't understand how overwhelmed the formation repair was, and how unbearably lethal this fancy formation was.

Shi Yuan, on the other hand, was really flipping through the local histories and legends collected by the waiter at the shop. He flipped through the books extremely fast, and the sound of scraping the paper was endless.

"Master, look at this paragraph."

Shi Yuan stopped, and handed a booklet to Shen Zhexue. "The mountain ghost written in this book seems to be different from what the people say."

Shen Zhexue was suspicious, and took the book.

The booklet was thin, and the editor didn't mention the evil cultivator at all, only stating that the mountain ghost was a casual cultivator who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

"The original appearance is extremely ugly. After the Nascent Soul, she reshaped her appearance, because she was lonely and didn't like to see people since she was a child. After changing her appearance, she still mostly hides in the mountains and forests." Shen Zhexue muttered silently.

In this booklet, the half-breed monk does not seem to do any evil, and even guides the lost woodcutter and finds the lost child.

He often sat on the top of a tree and played the flute and sang. People heard his songs and saw birds and beasts coming from the mountains following the sound, so they gave this Sanxiu the name of Mountain Ghost.

Shen Zhexue finished reading the booklet, and said, "I still have to go out and investigate."

While speaking, Shen Zhexue pinched off a few spirit breath stones.

His spiritual energy recovers slowly, but consumes a lot. After all, it is not spiritual energy from the spiritual root. Such endless consumption makes him feel like he is burning money every day.

On Tuesday, I was still leaning against the wall habitually, wondering what I was thinking.

Shen Zhexue noticed that the fellow Taoist who saw Dizi Jiangxi performed the operation on Tuesday, has been a little absent-minded.

But the two didn't look like they knew each other before.

It was Shi Yuan who added one more sentence: "Brother Zhou, but what's wrong with that fellow Taoist?"

Denied on Tuesday, "No, just looking at her spells and thinking of an old friend."

His tone was quite flat, but there was a bit of tiredness between his eyebrows.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, fetched a handkerchief from the shelf, soaked it in water and wiped his face.

Shi Yuan turned to Shen Zhexue and said, "Leng Wenshu only left two ambiguous words, what do you think, Master?"

Shen Zhexue pondered: "Obviously he wants us to forcibly break the illusion formation, which means that we can no longer find an ordinary way to break the illusion. Either we use spiritual power to hedge and break the illusion, or go directly to the virtual image of the caster to destroy the soul." Break the array."

"Virtual image" is the lifeblood of all phantom formations, but since it is a fatal blow, it will not be easily found.

Among the tens of thousands of documented formation phantoms, there are only nineteen cases where the phantom was successfully found.

Most of them use huge spiritual power to directly break through, or use high-level formations to fight against each other, tearing apart the illusion.

"Leng Wenshu is not a reckless person. What did he discover to make such a judgment, and why do he think that later people can find that formation?"

"What does that fragment mean?" Tuesday twisted the handkerchief in the basin, "Does it mean that we are going to find a fragment of something?"

In fact, this idea is also the goal of Hanshan Taiqingzong's investigation again.

No matter what the fragments are, the predecessors have more ideas than them, and it is better than looking for them in a daze.

Shen Zhexue couldn't figure out Leng Wenshu's deep meaning, he put down the spirit breath stone in his hand, and habitually tried Shi Yuan's forehead temperature with his hands.

Shi Yuan flicked the book for a moment.

...No matter what, I can't hide it from the master.

He simply said frankly: "The star puppet is also a magic weapon after all, and it is also weakened at night."

At first, it was just that the body felt cold, and then the limbs became stiff, and the flexibility was far worse than in the daytime, and it was difficult to breathe.

Lie Xing used to be the divine weapon closest to the laws of heaven, so it would not turn Shi Yuan into a dead thing like weapons, but it reminded him all the time that this was a puppet built by external force.

When Shen Zhexue was carrying him on his back, Shi Yuan could clearly feel the distance between them.

Even if they are so close, it still seems to be a long way apart.

This path is called life and death.

Thinking of last night, Shi Yuan's cheeks were slightly red, he was suffering from loss of temperature and numbness, and he smelled the breath of Master Shen.

Like the light fragrance of grass and trees in the fog, or the wind reverberating in the empty valley after the snow-covered mountain road, carrying the coolness of wild plums and frost and snow.

Shi Yuan didn't know why he had these associations, but he did think of these things.

They are all free things with weak vitality.

He didn't know what kind of spiritual root Master Shen was, in fact, even Shen Zhexue himself didn't know very well.

Maybe it's a dual spirit root like Mizuki, but it's not too bad, nor too good.

Whether it is water or wood, the arrival of Master Shen brought Shi Yuan a different feeling.

That might be called the hope of life.

At certain moments, Shi Yuan really wanted to live very much.

However, with the failure of the stars, the inscription imprinted in the soul became hot.

The scarlet inscription seal reminded him all the time that hope was as fragile as snowflakes falling in the spring water, which was out of season and shouldn't have appeared.

Shen Zhexue's palm exudes aura, and he is not sure if his aura is useful to Shi Yuan, but since it can purify evil currents, it may be stronger than the one in the spirit breath stone.

Shi Yuan let the master send spiritual energy, and smiled after a while: "It's all right now, let's go find the clues of the fragments, and go back as soon as possible, the master still has a lot of books to finish."

At this moment on Tuesday, he was also aware of Shi Yuan's physical condition. This child can spend less time in this phantom array than others.

Feeling suffocated, he wiped his face casually, and suddenly felt a pain in his cheek, "Hiss—"

He grabbed a golden stone-shaped particle from the handkerchief.

The grain was wrapped in the handkerchief, with sharp edges and corners, and a deep gash was drawn under Tuesday's eyes.

"Get some medicine, blood is still rare in the illusion." Shi Yuan took the medicine bottle from the storage bracelet.

Blood contains spirit and can be used as a medium, so be cautious when seeing blood in unknown areas.

The injury was under the eyes, and on Tuesday, I pinched the granule with my fingers.

It stands to reason that although his meridians are blocked, his physique has not changed. It is not normal for him to see blood from a random stone in the inn.

However, this stone seems to be an ordinary hard stone.

I went to look for a mirror on Tuesday, and I went back and forth in the room several times, but I couldn't see it.

"Strange, the inn doesn't deserve a mirror. Is this Tianhao?"

Shi Yuan was shocked all over, his eyes collided with Shen Zhexue's in mid-air.

"……Mirror?"

Shen Zhexue walked quickly to the table, took out a pen and ink, "Before we said that Langfeng City is flipping according to day and night, but the actual operation mode may not be like this."

Shi Yuan took a pen and drew on the paper, "We only thought about the two sides of this illusion, but what if it's not?"

If someone keeps copying Langfeng City, and the day and night of each city are connected, at the same time, there are many Langfeng cities experiencing day and night.

The dead are still alive, and the living cannot meet.

It's like breaking a mirror, each fragment reflects a corridor wind.

"This also explains that Leng Wenshu and us are not in the same illusion, but his formation still exists."

No matter how many fragments there are, they all come from a complete mirror.

"Leng Wenshu is reminding us that the illusion cannot be broken at all, because the entire illusion is bigger than we thought."

Shi Yuan stopped writing, "This is a chain made of fragments."

Shen Zhexue pointed to the long chain drawn by Shi Yuan, and grabbed Shi Yuan's hand to make up a stroke, "Leng Wenshu is telling us that there are already too many fragments, and this phantom array is big enough..."

——Enough to threaten the spiritual balance of the cultivation world.

"Three friends." Leng Wenyan's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Please discuss downstairs!"

Shen Zhexue opened the door, "What did you find?"

Leng Wenyan seemed to be running back, her cheeks were flushed, and she said anxiously: "It's copper pieces and glazed pieces, people's stomachs have these pieces!"

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The author has something to say:

Regardless of the theory, just imagine the protagonists are a group of hamsters trapped in a hamster ball, and must run and run to generate electricity, and the ball spins faster and faster, and then...they fly. )

A small theater after the plot.

Interview the monks who were pitted by Heavenly Dao in those years.

Shen Zhexue: Don't ask, the question is that the Taiqing sect talked about thousands of years, and heard the sound of frogs: lonely - widowed -!

Shi Yuan: Don't ask, if you ask, you will go back to Xinshou Village with a full-level number, and you will have nothing but money, and you will cry silently holding the sky-high price of dowry you saved back then.

Tuesday: Don't ask, just say that the daughter-in-law ran away and there is a little more healthy color on her head Haha, Versailles upstairs.

Xiangyinli: Don't be obsessed with grandpa, grandpa is just a legend.

Yan Yuanhan: (Taiqingzong Widow No. [-] refuses to speak)