Cultivate with an African God

He took a step forward, turned around and smiled suddenly, the boy's figure was so thin under the cold moonlight, and the ends of his hair were ruffled by the night wind, making him appear slender in the moonlight, but he smiled so calmly, his eyes seemed to be filled with Starlight, as if there is no place in the world that you can't go to, and there is nothing you can't explore.

He took a step, and the vision came into being.

I only heard a Qingyue dragon chant, and suddenly the sound of guqin sounded from all around. The sound was deep and melancholy, reflecting the cold and cold moon, making people feel sad for no reason.

Dangerous courtyards everywhere, companions who died tragically, and an uncertain future made it difficult for them to walk.

——Why do they come here with one thought of greed?

In order to practice further.

——Cultivation is full of hardships and dangers, why do they want to practice to gain strength to these hands, to control their own destiny, and even...to live forever!

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, like an involuntary mourning.

——Why do you want to live forever?Born to suffer, why should we struggle and be tortured in the world of mortals?It is better to return to death, where is the peaceful eternal life!

With a sound of "Zheng", someone has already pulled out his sword.

Like the clarion call to death.

However, at the same time, a thunder rang in their ears.

It was a thunderstorm in early spring, which seemed to be accompanied by the pattering spring rain.After the spring rain, everything starts to bloom, the peach blossoms bloom, the oriole makes its first cry, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the water is flowing, and the spring is full of vitality.Everything is growing. During the growth, there may be pains of branching and jointing, but there is still the joy of vigorous growth that is better than the day. You can see the spring breeze and green the south bank of the river, you can see the red lotus in the sun, and you can see the frost leaves. Red in February flowers.

Everyone's thoughts gradually came to their senses in a trance amidst the thunder, and when their vision returned to clarity, they saw the young man sitting on the rockery with one leg in his arms, the talisman seals had not burned out on the ground, and his slender fingertips were still burning. There is a trace of blue thunder.

The boy smiled and said leisurely: "Get up."

Li Ruowei realized something was wrong before Mu Xinghe used Qinglei Blossom, but the way she resisted the formation was to stab herself with a dagger, and she was applying some medicine to cover the wound.She is at the terminal stage, and such a wound will not affect her actions. After wrapping up and about to carry the unconscious Xie Wucun on her back, a voice suddenly rang out: "Let me do it."

That turned out to be Shen Xiu.

Li Ruowei seemed to be less talkative than Shen Xiu, she nodded and stopped moving. Shen Xiu carried Xiewu Village on her back and followed Mu Xinghe to the small building.

Mu Xinghe said as he walked: "My spell can only wake you up for a while, please be sure to reach the small building before the effect of the spell ends. I'm afraid the small building is not a good place, but compared to watching you commit suicide, It's better to go in."

Everyone felt uneasy, but they still obeyed him after all, and walked into the small building quickly.

The door of the small building was wide open, and everyone was still wary of any mechanism on the threshold, but they did not expect them to enter the small building calmly.

They looked at the small building they had walked into through hardships.

This is a wooden structure building with elegant furnishings, and there are often calligraphy, painting and flower arrangements in it-wait a minute, isn’t this bottle used for flower arrangement, the exquisite Tianxiang Bailu bottle used in Wu Songzi’s blacksmith’s magic weapon back then?Isn't that the famous snow-blowing fan that was put on the table at random?Even a string of beads casually hung on the screen is a precious material for refining the pear blossom jade!

God, what kind of prodigal bitch is this!

Everyone's eyes turned green when they thought of this, and their hands were already on their magic weapons, ready to be the first to strike if something happened.

But I heard Ling Yuanzhan cough: "Don't forget, we still have two formations that have not been untied. The formation of fire, we must rely on the portrait of the patriarch over there to forcibly untie it."

He pointed at the portrait hanging on the wall from a distance. The portrait depicted a woman, surrounded by magnolia flowers, with elegant and graceful eyebrows. Perhaps she was Mei Tingxue's ancestor.

Ling Yuanzhan paused, then asked Shen Xiu and Mu Xinghe: "What can you do about the remaining earth formation?"

Mu Xinghe rubbed his temples, as if he had a headache, asked by Ling Yuanzhan, put down his hands and looked around lazily for a while: "I think there is a place that is a bit strange..."

Before he finished speaking, the door behind them suddenly closed slowly by itself. Ling Yuanzhan gave a look, and someone went to open the door, but the door was like a stone, and it couldn't be opened no matter how hard it was pulled.

The man tried it and didn't open it again. The entrance that was closed after entering has always been a common setting in these remaining mansions.

"Yes, this is it," Mu Xinghe said, "I don't know what the Earth Formation will be, but there is nothing related to it here, but the Fire Formation is indestructible, so we can only use the portrait of the ancestor to break it forcibly. "

In fact, the people here realized what he said shortly after stepping into the small building. They expected Mu Xinghe to say something more as their think tank, but unexpectedly he still only said such useless things, and couldn't help but feel very upset. disappointment.

Fortunately, there are still other people who are more reliable. A man said: "Soil is not necessarily just soil. The land we step on is all land."

"Be careful," Ling Yuan said, "try to get the portrait of the patriarch first, and then make plans."

Ling Yuanzhan spoke like this, but everyone had their own thoughts.

——Everyone wants to get the portrait of the patriarch first. This is the only item that can break the formation. If there is such a thing when robbing treasures later, there will always be an advantage in negotiating terms; but the soil formation has not yet appeared, so we will tear ourselves apart It seems uneconomical, but no one is reconciled to returning the portrait to Ling Yuanzhan.

So they were all moving slowly, but the sword cultivator went straight up without hesitation.

They were not surprised when they saw this situation. Jianxiu often had a sharp and indomitable temperament, and to put it bluntly, he was reckless and not afraid of death.But the sword cultivator is Li Ruowei, but the National People's Congress is jealous: Li Ruowei is the person with the highest cultivation level among them, if she gets the portrait, wouldn't she let her take all the treasures in this building in the future!

The impatient person was in a hurry, and hurried over: "Sister Wei, don't be rash! I don't know if there are any traps ahead!"

Hearing the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, Li Ruowei put her sword horizontally between herself and the crowd, her eyebrows and eyes were silent: "Don't lean closer."

Although Ling Yuanzhan still maintained a calm expression, his tone seemed to be a little impatient: "Ruowei, don't be impulsive."

However, just as he spoke, the accident happened again.I saw that the floor in front of Li Ruowei suddenly cracked. Under the cracked floor was neither loess nor bricks, but a dark color like the night sky.

Li Ruowei glanced at them, took off her straw hat behind her back, and threw it casually into the endless darkness.

There seemed to be some black giant beast devouring everything in the dark blue, and the straw hat disappeared as soon as it fell, without leaving a sound.

Seeing this situation, everyone was pale and unable to speak.

The cracked darkness was like a galaxy, separating them from the portrait of the patriarch.

And the door behind them is closed, they can't move forward and can't retreat.

But this was not the worst. In the faint darkness, there was an unknown force permeating out. They didn't feel this force at first, but after a while they discovered that their true energy was slowly passing away.

What's more, they discovered... There was a young man in the crowd who lost his true energy the most, as if the defenses on his body were shattered inch by inch, but after the defense was shattered, they could clearly see that the young man's cultivation was no more than training. Temperament!

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