After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

The back gate of Qingxi City was blocked by the white mist. In order to prevent anyone approaching and being swallowed by the white mist, the government in the city built a wooden wall around the gate.

The people in the city have been in a lot of inconvenience recently, seeing the master and the apprentice flying across the sky with their swords, they all stopped their work and came out to watch the excitement.

The mist covered the sky, and the city wall was tens of meters away, almost cutting off the sight of the outside. While enveloping the city wall, tentacles protruded into the city from the gap in the city gate, like a thief with sinister intentions, secretly watching everyone in town.

The jade plaque said that this mist was similar to Long Yinzong's, and Qi Wuyou could feel the difference as soon as he got close to it.

With the assistance of "Fang Wai's Eye", it is easy to see through the essence of the white mist, but he has the intention to train disciples, so he turned to Hua Tuanxue and Yan Rulu, "Can you see what is coming?"

Hua Shuxue said: "I'm not good at learning, I just feel that this mist is different from the mist of Long Yinzong, but I can't tell why."

Qi Wuyou said gently: "It's okay, if you don't practice this way intensively, it will be great if you can see the difference."

Hua Tuanxue followed the path of Qiu Sanxian and Luo Yunzhang, and her skill points were all focused on the way of swordsmanship, and she has achieved a little success in swordsmanship.

When it comes to magic formations, Yan Rulu is better at it.

Firstly, Yan Rulu has a kind disposition, he doesn't like killing, and prefers to study things other than swordsmanship.

Secondly, he admires Qi Wuyou very much.Qi Wuyou became famous for his illusionary formation technique, so he felt that as a disciple, he couldn't be too bad, so he practiced hard for three years, and occasionally asked Qi Wuyou for advice, and his illusionary formation technique was well established among his peers. fault first.

Yan Rulu looked at the mist covering the outskirts of Qingxi from a distance, and using his finger as a sword, he drew a streak of spiritual energy.

The sword energy rushed straight into the white mist, and at the beginning, it was like a broken bamboo, blowing away the white mist, and suddenly bumped into something, and was gradually dispelled.

As a result, the white mist that had just been blown away diffused back, and even moved a little in the direction of the wooden wall in the city because of the absorption of the spiritual energy.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Rulu said: "From my disciple's point of view, this cloud of white mist is just a blindfold."

Huazhuxue looked sideways: "Cheating?"

Yan Rulu glanced at Qi Wuyou, seeing that he didn't deny it, she gained some confidence and said, "There is something in the white mist, and my aura was absorbed by that thing."

"What is it?"

Yan Rulu searched for suitable words to describe what he saw, "That thing is very thin, like... tentacles," he clapped his hands, and said, "Yes, it's a tentacles growing on the 'Blood Centipede'!

"That 'blood centipede' should have crawled from the mine on the outskirts of the city. The surrounding white mist is equivalent to its hair, which is used to cover its body. The tentacles hide in the body to prey, and everything absorbed can be turned into nourishment , let it expand farther outward!"

Yan Rulu spoke more and more smoothly, when he turned his head and saw Hua Zhuxue staring at him, he was at a loss, and asked Qi Wuyou for help: "Master, I, am I right?"

In Qi Wuyou's field of vision, a "pipe" like a red carp banner floated in the white mist, and the "pipe" was connected by countless joints.

Each section has a meeting point, and countless slender "beards" grow from that meeting point, moving up and down in the white mist to plunder food.

Yan Rulu's description of "blood centipede" couldn't be more appropriate.

Qi Wuyou nodded appreciatively, and said: "Since you have seen through the tricks of this white mist, let's try to break the formation."

This is the case with the phantom array, no matter how unfathomable it looks, once its essence is discovered, it will become very easy to break.

Yan Rulu and Hua Tuan Xue started together.

Huatuxue was in charge of cutting off the countless "tentacles" wandering in the white mist, and Yan Rulu took advantage of this moment to hit the lightning strike talisman on the junction of the section of "torso" that was touching the city gate.

That section of the "torso" was blown to pieces immediately, and the white mist immediately receded for more than ten meters. A few corpses of birds and beasts were sporadically exposed on the ground, like fish stranded on the beach after low tide.

Seeing the white mist receding, the people in the city bravely climbed onto the wooden frame to look out, pointed at a dog corpse outside the city, and turned around and shouted: "I saw the rhubarb in the south of the city! It really was eaten by the white mist! "

When the people around heard it, they also wanted to climb up, but were stopped by the officers and soldiers who came.

The crowd was noisy, and no one noticed when a ghost-faced young man in a black and red robe appeared behind the crowd.

He looked up at Qi Wuyou who was standing on the flower bone fan, Qi Wuyou turned his head knowingly, and when he saw him, the gentle expression on his face disappeared.

The ghost-faced youth sneered, stepped back and turned into a dark alley.

Huatuxue and Yan Rulu are still entangled with "Blood Centipede".

This formation is very troublesome, and it is composed of countless small phantom formations.

In order to completely repel the white mist, one must destroy the array eyes on each section of the torso until the source hidden in the mine of Qingxi City is found.

Thinking about the ghost-faced young man he saw just now, and looking at the "Blood Centipede" in front of him, Qi Wuyou suddenly realized that in the original book, the original owner and Moxiu sent the Xianzong disciples into the mine in full view.

Even without them showing up, Hua Zhuxue and Yan Rulu will soon deliver themselves to Moxiu.

"..."

One of the two disciples cleared the obstacles, the other broke the formation, and they cooperated tacitly. In less than half an hour, they drove the thick fog out of the mine.

Qi Wuyou Yushan followed behind them, and only when they couldn't cope, he helped to cut off the tentacles that were about to stick to their bodies, and the number of times he shot them was very few.

It was Yan Rulu's first actual battle since she had learned the magic array technique. Looking back, she felt overwhelmed with satisfaction and geared up: "Master, this 'centipede' seems to have crawled out of a mine. Go into the mine to see?"

Huazhuxue was also waiting for Qi Wuyou to speak.

Seeing their eagerness to try, Qi Wuyou didn't know what to say for a moment.

Eighty-nine times out of ten, the plot of Qingxi City will be officially triggered as soon as they enter the mine.

"..."

Three years, it should be time.

Qi Wuyou secretly ran over the wound on his palm, and said: "Go in alone as a teacher, you two stay outside, don't act rashly."

Yan Rulu said "Huh?", and the excitement on his face collapsed.

Although he had regrets, he also knew that his cultivation base was not enough, and it would be a hindrance to force him to follow in, so he could only say helplessly: "Yes, Master."

Hua Tuanxue said: "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of my senior brother outside."

Qi Wuyou turned around and entered the cave.

Just as his figure disappeared at the entrance of the cave, a hundred miles around seemed to be covered with a transparent film.

The edges of grass blades, the outskirts of rocks, and even the bouquet of snow and Yan Rulu have momentary heavy lines, as if someone was drawing lines along the outline of the characters on the transparent paper with a pen, but accidentally rubbed the paper crooked Same.

The time for the re-line is too short, even if there is a third person here, it is difficult to detect.

The space was quietly distorted, and Yan Rulu and Hua Tuanxue were two steps away, talking unconsciously.

"Junior Sister, do you feel that Master is not the same as before?" Yan Rulu glanced into the dark mine, and said in a low voice when he couldn't see Qi Wuyou's figure.

Hua Zhuxue: "..." Yan Rulu looked like she had just discovered the obvious thing, but she was still very distressed.

She held the sword and looked at Yan Rulu one more time, and said somewhat helplessly, "What do you mean, senior brother?"

"I can't say it well, it looks the same as before, but I always feel... Master has not been in a good mood recently."

Yan Rulu scratched his head, "One time when Master was pointing me, he suddenly lost his mind, and then looked at me like a stranger. I thought I had done something wrong, but the next moment, Master's eyes changed again. Come back, like nothing happened."

Flowers Xue said: "It's normal."

Yan Rulu didn't understand: "Huh? Is this normal?"

Hua Tuanxue was quiet, and said: "Since Brother Luo disappeared, Master has been like this."

Yan Rulu was puzzled at first, but after a while, he was surprised: "Master hasn't—"

Before she finished speaking, Huazhuxue suddenly raised her fingers and made a "shh" gesture, pulled Yan Rulu past her, Yunfei got out of her sheath, and said in a low voice, "Someone is here."

Yan Rulu was startled, hurriedly took out the talisman from the storage bag, and looked around.

Suddenly, he heard the trees shaking in front of him, and a monk in a purple robe stepped out of the forest.

This person is tall and slender, but he is dressed in a mediocre way, with a phantom mask covering his face.

Huazhuxue was about to make a move when she saw the man shake off the blood on the back of his hand, and said slightly annoyed: "When you arrest someone, you arrest him. What are you doing with this dirty phantom formation? Tsk."

As he spoke, Da La La swept across the two people in front of him and asked, "Has your master entered the mine?"

Although the disciples of Xianzong didn't hear the tone of this voice very much, they were very familiar with it.

Yan Rulu blinked quickly, and said in surprise, "Chou, Sect Master Qiu?"

At the same time, outside the mine, dozens of demon cultivators surrounded the bouquet Xue and Yan Rulu that had been carved out of the dream.

Qi Wuyou had already gone deep into the mine, walked forward tens of meters, and stopped before a fork in the road.

There was an unsteady wave of demon energy in front of him, Qi Wuyou said: "People brought it here, what are you going to do?"

"Once born and second time acquainted, Mr. Lan Fang is very handy in selling his disciples now." The ghost-faced youth stepped out from the shadow of the mountain wall.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

The ghost-faced youth said: "Don't worry, I didn't ask you to kill them, and it's not now. They have to die after Fan Yizhen and Qiu Sanxian."

Qi Wuyou made a forced and annoyed look: "What are you guys going to do?"

"What are you doing?" The ghost-faced boy sneered and said, "Of course I got tired of torturing Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen, so I sent them on their way."

"..."

Hold a liking to kill the heart.

Qiu Sanxian is arrogant by nature, and the two things that he can't bear most in his life are one is that he becomes a useless person, and the other is the decline of Xianzong.

In the past three years, what Qi Wuyou has done the most is to destroy the good seedlings in the Immortal Sect in the dream, and then destroy Qiu Sanxian's cultivation bit by bit, so that while he becomes a cripple, he can watch The sun sets in Xianzong and Xishan.

A year ago, Qiu Sanxian went to Guiyuanzong after leaving the customs, just wanting to shamelessly seek asylum for the disciples of the Xianzong, but because a dozen or so talented disciples of the Xianzong were ambushed and killed by the demon, he was so angry that he vomited blood in public, so he It was written by Qi Wuyou.

Torturing Qiu Sanxian is tantamount to torturing Fan Yizhen.

Fan Yizhen's concept of right and wrong is very vague, he actually has no feelings for Xiaoyao Xianzong, and usually takes care of Xianzong's affairs, just to revenge the three immortals.

In the past three years, he was busy with the chores of the Immortal Sect and had no time to practice. He had not made any progress in his cultivation. Once Qiu Sanxian died, he probably wouldn't be able to last long.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xiaoyao Xianzong is already on the verge of collapse, so it is indeed the end of the torture.

Little did they know that under the cover of "Huangliang Yimeng", Qiu Sanxian was still fine, and the fallen Xianzong disciple was hidden under the canyon where Wen Qingyun threw his body.

In the end, only Qi Wuyou himself, who was often unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, was tortured.

The ghost-faced youth said: "I heard that Xiaoyao Xianzong has always cared for the disciples of the sect. Mr. Yi Lanfang, if you use your three masters and apprentices as bait to invite Fan Yizhen, will he be fooled?"

Qi Wuyou opened his eyes wide: "You guys want to...!"

The ghost-faced youth laughed twice, and his voice echoed in the mine.

"Didn't Mr. Lan Fang ask his adoptive father to let you be the master of the Xianzong? As long as you kill Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen, wouldn't the entire Xiaoyao Xianzong be yours?"

It turned out that this was the reason why the original body was under the curse.

Qi Wuyou retorted coldly: "I never thought of being the master of the Immortal Sect."

"Then it's up to you." The ghost-faced young man sneered, "The news that your three masters and apprentices were trapped in the Qingxi City mine has been sent to Xiaoyao Xianzong. Lan Fangjun is waiting to fight Fan Yizhen."

He suddenly thought of something, pulled out his sword, and said with a smile: "In order to deceive Fan Yizhen, I have to work hard for Mr. Lan Fang to suffer some injuries."