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

Shen Zhexue suddenly opened his eyes due to the sharp pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and what he saw were gray and incomplete stone slabs and fragmented stones.

He was supporting the ground with his hands, and the sharp-edged gravel cut his palms with scars, but he didn't realize it, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

There were chaotic lights and shadows in front of Shen Zhexue's eyes, and his clothes were soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The images in the sea of ​​consciousness are rapidly disappearing, like a beach after low tide, like ice and snow that melts as soon as the sun shines on it.

He desperately wanted to keep him, but he couldn't catch anything.

The bubble burst, like a dream that disappeared without a trace after waking up.

"Master!" Shi Yuan's anxious voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "Master, how are you doing?!"

Shen Zhexue's two arms were numb and sore, probably due to holding on for too long, the dizziness had not yet subsided, and looking around, Yan Yuanhan was holding the stone wall with his eyes closed, his brows were furrowed, and the veins on the back of his hands were throbbing violently.

The situation on Tuesday was not much better than that of Shen Zhexue, her face was frighteningly pale.

"It's smoke." Shen Zhexue struggled to stand up, and an ice knife chopped off the flame on the stone candlestick.

Light blue smoke curled up and scattered in the air.

Shen Zhexue opened the spirit screen, and stepped forward while holding her breath.

Looking at the stone platform now, it looks like a roughly carved stone lamp, with a small hole in the center, from which the flame shot out just now.

The flame was extinguished, and a circle of brown-black marks burned around the small hole.

"Shi Yuan, how long are we in a coma?"

Shen Zhexue concentrated his mind, and Shi Yuan in the red bracelet could perceive what was in his heart, and said: "After the flames rise, Master wakes up, but breathe out three times."

Just now, the three of Shen Zhexue suddenly lost their minds and fell to their knees one after another. Shi Yuan in the red bracelet was about to come out, but Shen Zhexue had already woken up.

At this time Yan Yuanhan had also turned around, walked to the front of the stage, stretched out his hand to touch the scorched scar, put his nose to the tip of his nose to smell it, and said in a deep voice: "It's alone awake."

Tuesday's physique is the weakest, and he still can't stand up right now. He simply sat cross-legged on the rocks, resting his wooden sword on his knees. After hearing Yan Yuanhan's description, his expression darkened, and he said in a low voice: "No wonder."

Shen Zhexue is no stranger to the name Duxing. He bought a lot when he was in the Southern Realm. He tried to use it to wake up Peak Master Shen's memory, but after failing, he discovered that this medicine has excellent heat-clearing and detoxifying effects. As a result, on weekdays, Duxing is used to make tea, and it is also improved into sachets and given to many people in Taiqingzong.

This medicine can be taken by ordinary people, and it has a good effect on the treatment of loss of soul and heart palpitations, but only one person in thousands of people may suffer from loss of soul, and most of them are children who encounter ghosts, or suffer from head injuries. Can only be caused by a heavy hit.

This is almost an impossible mistake for a cultivator. If Yan Yuanhan hadn't been well-informed, he might not be able to recognize this medicine immediately.

This medicine is so strange that all cultivators can use it, and even evil things can be swallowed. It is like honey to the ghosts. It is no wonder that the ghost group fluttered towards the flames, tasted it and then went back to the edge of the tree in the sword.

Putting his knuckles against his forehead on Tuesday, he complained: "It's really a wayward medicine. It turns out that burning with fire will have this effect."

Shen Zhexue was secretly startled. He also tried to burn Duxing and other spices to make incense pills. However, the smell of this medicine was pungent after burning, and its effectiveness was greatly reduced, so he gave up this method.

But now the burning Duxing not only doesn't have that strange smell, but also can put down Yan Yuanhan, it's really scary.

Shen Zhexue carefully discerned the smell of the solitary awakening residue, and found no mixture of some other herbal medicine, but a hint of sweetness, and it may be due to the temperature and attributes of the flame.

Why is there such an unimaginable thing under the big formation of Emperor Zijiangxi?And obviously the style of the stone platform is integrated with the wall, it may have been placed here when the big formation was set up.

After confirming that he was awake alone, Yan Yuanhan's gaze fell on Shen Zhexue like lightning, and said, "How are you?"

Shen Zhexue answered truthfully: "It was just in a daze for a while."

Maybe Yan Yuanhan was really worried that waking up alone would wake up Peak Master Shen's memory, he looked at Shen Zhexue carefully for a moment, only to see that Shen Zhexue's scalp was numb, and then he looked away to investigate elsewhere.

Shen Zhexue felt helpless, he wished to think of Peak Lord Shen's past, but this solitary awakening was very useful to others, and it was still the same to him, even if he really had memories emerging in those three breaths, but As soon as he opened his eyes, all the floating light and feathers disappeared.

It was only at this time on Tuesday that he could barely stand up. He didn't know what to think, and staggered a few steps to the front of the stage. He stared blankly at the ashes for a while, and suddenly said, "This is a microbiological medicine."

With the voice of the name "Weisheng" falling to the ground, the tense atmosphere of confrontation not long ago filled this space again.

For some reason, Shen Zhexue's heart sank, and she subconsciously pressed her hand on her heart, while Yan Yuanhan's face remained silent, but there was a little hesitation in his tone, as if the name was a cryptic topic.

"His medicine?" Yan Yuanhan asked back, "Why did he put this medicine under the big formation?"

Tuesday's thoughts were chaotic, but his mind seemed to be covered with a black veil, and he couldn't think clearly, "I don't know, but I have seen him use it before, and only he can use this medicine to this extent."

Shi Yuan in the red bracelet was also silent for a while, but he quickly pulled away from the strange familiarity with the name, and said to Shen Zhexue: "Master, there seems to be something in this stone platform."

Shen Zhexue looked in through the fire hole, and there was a faint light in the dark hole, and a faint spiritual wave came, and it would be impossible to detect it unless he paid close attention.

He pulled out along the Lingbo, Yan Yuanhan and Tuesday also stood up.

The ray of spiritual wave in the stone platform was too thin, it would turn into dust and light with a little force, and Shen Zhexue couldn't help but hold his breath when it was pulled to the end.

Finally, the things in the stone platform saw the light of day.

That is a circle.

A piece the size of a fingernail had a dim aura, like a dying butterfly nestling in Shen Zhexue's hand.

Shen Zhexue held the ring carefully, the ring was so fragile that it would be shattered in an instant, he didn't dare to enlarge the ring rashly, so he could only squint his eyes to see it.

The shape of a plum blossom is outlined in the circle of scattered red light.

"Teleportation array." Shen Zhexue froze the circle with ice, barely guaranteeing that it would not disintegrate in a short time, but the circle has lost its effectiveness, and even the technique of traveling back cannot be traced back to where it leads. where.

After Shen Zhexue took out the circle, Yan Yuanhan went to see that there was still He Xuanxu in the stone platform, but even if the stone platform was cut open, there was only a cracked Fire Essence Stone inside.

Fire essence is a material used as an ever-burning lamp in addition to the mermaid paste. The essence of the flame inside it can burn for thousands of years.

The sudden burning just now was probably caused by the cracking of the fire soul due to the fluctuation of external spiritual power, and the last remaining core flame in the stone heart.

"I can't remember." Tuesday stared blankly at the Fire Essence Stone, and said in a hoarse voice: "What happened under the formation that day, I can't remember... It's just that when I woke up, I was full of spiritual energy, surrounded by the rest of the formation. dead bodies."

Shen Zhexue was somewhat surprised when he said such words suddenly.

So this big brother Zhou Zhou who followed them all the way is really Zhou Ling, the head disciple of the former Taiqing sect, and Zhou Minggui, and he was also the guardian of the ancient formation back then, and he is the only one who is as lucky as Jun Rujing down people.

Zhou Ling paused, then looked down at his hand holding the sword, "It's very noisy around here, the black mist is surging, and the sound of my sword is very sharp..."

"Qingfeng I" is a sword equal to Pei Jing's. Shen Zhexue is a sword cultivator herself. If the sword's sound is sharp, it means that the crisis has landed, and the crisis has reached the point where even the sword spirits tremble.

What kind of horror should I fear when the world famous sword Qingfeng fears me?

Seeing Yan Yuanhan's expressionless face, Shen Zhexue was also guessing in her heart that Zhou Ling's useless body was obviously the price of forcing his cultivation, which was almost equated with being insane. People may be killed by him.

But everything is dead without proof, and Jun Rujing, another guardian, is even more unpredictable now, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Shen Zhexue looked at the small formation circle in her hand, and thought to herself, could this solitary awakening still have the function of sealing memory?But this is too absurd, no matter what, this medicine comes from the land of the four directions, no matter how refined it is, it is difficult to achieve the opposite effect, not to mention that they have not experienced memory loss after smelling it just now.

Shi Yuan murmured in his sea of ​​consciousness: "This seems to be..."

Shen Zhexue continued: "It seems to be waking someone up—not good!"

He turned his head suddenly, only to feel that something was approaching on the road they had walked.

Yan Yuanhan and Zhou Ling also heard the sound.

The three of them reacted quickly, the spirit screens of Yan Yuanhan and Shen Zhexue were superimposed and hidden behind a falling rock.

The sound came suddenly, as if it came out of nowhere. Because it was the bottom of the lake, it was amplified by the echo of the stone wall, and it sounded a little distorted.

But they can't judge wrongly, those sounds are footsteps, or very strange footsteps.

The person who came was definitely not alone, and many spiritual breaths swept over, but in the ears of the cultivator, the footsteps were clearly the movement of one person.

It’s as if the visitors have undergone nearly nitpicking training, and they need to step on the same foot together, and then land with the same force, and even the rhythm of breathing is exactly the same when they land, so that they can move forward step by step and integrate each other .

Normal people definitely can't do this, so there is only one possibility.

--puppet.

Sure enough, a pair of mighty puppets came along the dark stone road.

They are all wearing white clothes, the clothes are extremely simple, like thin short robes pieced together from several pieces of white cloth, purely to prevent them from being naked, not to mention any pendants, everyone is wearing long robes. Hair, like a group of ghosts floating around.

Only the three puppets near the middle are different in style. Although they are also dressed in white, they have silver dark embroidery on their clothes, tulle masks, and intricate spiritual seals on their eyebrows. They are more sophisticated puppets than the others.

Puppets in white clothes surrounded the three in the middle and walked numbly towards the gate.

And when she saw clearly what the three puppets were lifting, Shen Zhexue almost subconsciously condensed an ice sword, Zhou Ling also clenched the handle of the Yuanmu sword, and Yan Yuanhan frowned.

They carried a mirror.

The height of the round mirror is more than ten feet high, and the pattern on the frame is exquisitely carved. It is a hollowed-out carving method of Tangdi flowers and feathers. .

But the mirror was not perfect, a crack ran through the entire mirror surface, and the crack caused the mirror surface to lose a few small pieces, and its length seemed to split the mirror from it.

Shen Zhexue sensed a familiar breath.

So he belatedly realized that the Divine Mirror Moon Soul Mirror in the hands of Lord Xiang outside Langfeng City was actually incomplete.

This is a pair of mirrors.

But now, the magic mirror that should have been sealed or destroyed long ago, and which almost used the formation of Langfeng City to accumulate evil aura to attack the formation, reappeared in Dizi Jiangxi.

The immemorial Fengxie Gate stained with blood was clearly reflected in the mirror.