After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

Spectator seat.

"Zhaoyueting and Fenqing Palace are not the only sect masters and immortal elders who were not present," Qiu Sanxian looked down at the eight arenas, "even the sect's disciples were not present."

Fan Yizhen asked: "Where do Zhaoyueting and Fenqing Palace live?"

Nan Gongli said: "It's on the island in the middle of the lake to the north of Long Yinzong."

"Go over and have a look." Qiu Sanxian pulled out his speech, and his imperial sword hung in the air.

Fan Yizhen said, "I'm with you."

Qiu Sanxian said: "I am enough alone, you and Yunzhang—"

Luo Yunzhang said: "The younger generation has a sense of propriety, Uncle Chou Shi don't have to worry about me."

Qiu Sanxian: "..."

The biggest concern is you.

As the host, Nan Gongli couldn't leave casually, otherwise it would be most suitable for him to go with Qiu Sanxian.

He stepped forward and said, "If Sect Master Qiu trusts me, let me come and see little friend Gu Luo. The two Sect Masters Du and Li are not idle people, let Fan Xianchang go with Sect Master Qiu."

Nan Gongli first looked towards the direction where Qi Wuyou was at Wolong Terrace, and then nodded to Luo Yunzhang—he knew that person was Qi Wuyou.

Luo Yunzhang received his hint, and cooperated: "Sect Master Nangong is a close friend of the master. With Sect Master Nangong by his side, I will not do anything out of line. The two uncles can rest assured."

Even when Luo Yunzhang was the craziest, he never made a move against Nan Gongli. Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen looked at each other and said, "Well, we will come back as soon as possible. If there is any trouble, we will take the pyrotechnic tube as our letter."

The two left the cliff with their swords.

Seeing Qiu and Fan leaving, the surrounding monks all showed surprise. Just now they heard about Fenqing Palace and Zhaoyueting, they asked Nangong Li curiously.

Nan Gongli had no choice but to appease the monks of Xianmen, Luo Yunzhang walked to the edge of the cliff alone, overlooking Wolong Terrace, his eyes followed Qi Wuyou's movement.

At a certain moment, his eyes blurred.

It was as if a transparent membrane had passed through him.

"Luo Yunzhang."

Master's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Luo Yunzhang was slightly startled, turned his head, and a monk who was exactly like Qi Wuyou entered his field of vision.

This person is no different from Qi Wuyou in terms of body shape, appearance or tone of voice when speaking.

But the moment Luo Yunzhang spoke, he was sure that he was a fake.

Because a real master would not talk to him in such an ambiguous tone, let alone deliberately create a charming atmosphere.

Pressing the slender hand on the Xiaoyao Sword at his waist, Yu Guang moved towards the Crouching Dragon Platform, and his indifferent eyebrows suddenly opened——

With the time of turning around, the moon white robes on the Wolong platform were connected into pieces.

All the monks held flower-bone fans and erected sapphire crowns, and they all touched the face of the master, and even the people in the spectator seats in the distance changed their appearances!

Luo Yunzhang thought of the momentary dizziness just now, and he knew it: it was the magic trick.

Was he the only one who joined the battle, or did the master also join the battle?

Formers...

Luo Yunzhang's eyebrows froze.

The phantom that haunted him like a ghost for the past few years came to mind.

— hug one!

"Qi Wuyou" saw that he didn't speak, tilted his head with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you come over when I tell you, don't you want to see me?"

"..."

"Qi Wuyou" smiled very beautifully, quite like the pear blossoms with raindrops hanging on the first sunny day after the rain, reflected clearly by the sun, dazzling people's eyes.

Luo Yunzhang had never seen his master smile like this before, he was a little hesitant, and asked without emotion in his voice: "Who are you?"

"Qi Wuyou" pulled out the flower bone fan from his waist, and when Yubai fingers fanned it, the cool fragrance of flowers seemed to waft away, he said with a smile: "Why? You can't even recognize the person who is in your heart and soul. Are you out yet?"

"Qi Wuyou" ignored the warning in Luo Yunzhang's sight, and walked forward swaggeringly.

The cold fragrance on his body caused Luo Yunzhang to be in a trance for a moment, but after a few breaths, "Qi Wuyou" stuck to Luo Yunzhang's body, and deliberately raised his sleeves.

The soft and slippery cloth slid across the back of Luo Yunzhang's hands, and the aroma permeated his lungs, arousing a few strands of burning passion.

Luo Yunzhang bowed his head in the familiar and fascinating light fragrance, and saw "Qi Wuyou" swept his lips suggestively with an expression that his master would never show to him, stretching out his plain white lips. His fingers seemed to want to grab his neck.

Luo Yunzhang's eyes gradually became foggy, and his breathing became rapid. He lowered his eyes and stared at the affectionate eyes of "Qi Wuyou", lowered his head tentatively, and suddenly loosened his hand on the Xiaoyao Sword, and turned to touch "Qi Wuyou". Qi Wuyou" on the side of his neck.

"Qi Wuyou" showed an encouraging smile, and wanted to raise his head and send his lips up.

However, before his lips touched Luo Yunzhang, the hand gently placed on the side of his neck suddenly withdrew, tightly gripping his neck.

"Qi Wuyou" quietly moved the flower bone fan behind Luo Yunzhang to the ground, his face flushed rapidly, he opened his mouth to breathe in vain, blood streaks quickly crawled to the whites of his eyes.

Luo Yunzhang's eyes are still hazy, those black eyes are like a bottomless cold pool, extremely sober.

He loosened his hands a little, and said coldly: "Where are the people who set up the formation?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"How to break the formation?"

The person caught in his hands couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes showed panic, his facial features were distorted, and he had no demeanor at all.

Luo Yunzhang's brows became colder and colder—this kind of bastard dared to stand in the face of his master.

He squeezed hard between his fingers, and with a click, the neck bone broke, and the person in his hand stopped struggling immediately, and fell limply.

Killing a counterfeit, the phantom array will not change.

Luo Yunzhang threw him aside, turned around and jumped down the peak, the Xiaoyao sword unsheathed itself and placed it under his feet, leading him to Wolongtai.

Everyone who entered had the face of a master.

At first Luo Yunzhang thought that these people were creations of the phantom array, until he met one of them.

This man's eyes were red with blood, the flower bone fan in his hand was covered with blood, his eyes caught Luo Yunzhang, and he rushed towards him while yelling and cursing.

The moment the magic weapon was handed over, Luo Yunzhang realized that he was a real monk just like the counterfeit on the cliff.

It was his senses that were the problem.

Once he knew that the people fighting with him were all living people, Luo Yunzhang didn't dare to kill him easily, so as not to hurt the real master.

But these people looked exactly like his master in his memory, and he could only judge their identities from their speech and behavior.

"Qi Wuyou" was so red-eyed that he couldn't do a single blow, so he turned around and attacked again, the flower bone fan was filled with a strong smell of blood.

——Master will not do such tyrannical things.

Luo Yunzhang dodged sideways, concentrating on urging the concentric knot, but he didn't want the concentric knot to have no response, and seeing the weird chaos in front of him, he had to speed up his search.

Every time he met a person, he would stop and call "Master" to test.

However, the people he met were either attacked by the imperial fan, or they were intimate and soft to him, and none of them was the deity.

A shadow hung over Luo Yunzhang's heart, and it grew bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.

Luo Yunzhang stopped and looked around, his eyes were all white.

Blood mist sprayed thinly on the Wolong platform, and the sound of killing and screaming was endless.

I don't know when there was a noise in his ears, at first it was like a gnat, and gradually it was like a wave. At last, he had to hold the forehead of Drum Tiao with his hand, trying to drive away the restlessness that was tangled like a mess.

Master.

He wants to find Master as soon as possible.

It is obvious who would set up a phantom array here.

There are tens of thousands of ways to hold one, why use the magic array technique alone to set up the game?

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that Lord Lan Fang is good at illusion formations, if the master goes to break the formations at this time...

A fire burned from the mind, and at the same time, the chill was pulled from the soles of the feet. When the ice and fire met, the spiritual energy beeped and rioted in the spiritual veins.

It was as if tens of thousands of gnawing insects were gnawing at Luo Yunzhang's reason and aura, and bloody murderous intent flooded his eyes.

Dare to...

The chill around Luo Yunzhang almost froze the air.

A few monks with the appearance of Qi Wuyou wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, but they were crushed by the sudden exploding spiritual pressure and fell down violently, hitting the Crouching Dragon Platform with a bang.

"Luo Yunzhang!!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted.

This voice came from the ring in the south, very similar to the tone of the master's voice when calling him, except that the voice was short of breath, as if the master had been injured.

In the beginning, Shizun watched the battle with Nie Yun at the southern arena!

My heart beats faster.

Luo Yunzhang turned around abruptly, and quickly caught the source of the sound. Yu Jian passed through the mixed crowd, and saw Qi Wuyou surrounded by a dozen monks.

Two fists are no match for four hands, Qi Wuyou's body has already been scratched with several bloodstains by the staggered flower bone fan, even so, he still respectfully protects the people behind him.

Sensing Luo Yunzhang approaching, he looked up at Luo Yunzhang accurately, and shouted: "Yunzhang, hurry up! Repel them quickly, Yuzi and Luxiu are separated from us, I have to find them and come back!"

With the help of "Fang Wai's Eye", Qi Wuyou struggled to carve a way out of the chaotic crowd, took Nie Yun, Lu Xiu, and Yu Zi out of the chaotic crowd, and placed them in a place far away from Wolong. In the cave of the platform.

On the way, Yuzi and Luxiu refused to leave with him because they regarded him as the demon cultivator who smashed Yongchengzong, so they were directly knocked unconscious by him, and now they were put by the mountain wall.

The lower the cultivation base, the easier it is for a person to be suggested and manipulated by the phantom array, and to rationalize everything in front of him.

Just like Nie Yun, he never thought about why his mother appeared in Long Yinzong. The moment he recognized Qi Wuyou as his mother, he was deeply involved, and it was difficult for him to break through the maze by himself.

Qi Wuyou still had Luo Yunzhang in his heart, so he didn't have time to explain, so he got up and directly held Nie Yun's shoulder, exhorting:

"Nie Yun, listen carefully, people have cast illusions here, probably to make people see the monks around them as the most cherished or hated people. I am going to break the formation now. You have to look after the younger brothers and younger sisters here. Never come out of the cave until I come to you, remember?"

In Nie Yun's eyes, it was what his mother said to him. Although he felt strange, he listened to his mother's words very much, nodded and said: "Remember."

To be on the safe side, Qi Wuyou still used two barriers to separate the three of them, and sealed the entrance of the cave with another barrier, and added two layers of concealment arrays outside to ensure the safety of the three people, before leaving quickly Cave, rush towards Wolongtai.

Judging from the degree of distortion of the space above, there is more than one formation eye, and the formation eyes are diametrically opposed to each other. The round trip must pass through the melee area on the Crouching Dragon Platform, which delays the time for the monks to break the formation to the greatest extent.

Needless to say, watching monks kill each other is definitely Baoyi's favorite drama. "