Cultivation

This mountain can turn into such a lifeless and dead air, someone must have set up a formation. Although these five sword spirits are superb in swordsmanship, they are not very proficient in formations. After a while, I almost fought and couldn't give an idea.

"Depending on you, I'm a bean sprout." Zhang Linggu took off the five long swords from his waist and threw them into the air. The sword spirits automatically returned to the swords. The five ancient swords emitted a cold brilliance and formed a fan shape. After the spirit bone jumped up, the five swords lifted him up into the air.

The so-called condescension can see far, but now it is so dark that nothing can be seen at all. Zhang Linggu looked around and found something wrong.

Even at night, the monster cloud above the head should have a strange purple color, but now it looks like it is completely integrated into the night, without the strong evil spirit seen during the day.

At this time, if you want to see clearly what formation is below, the best way is to use a lightning-inducing talisman to attract thunder and take a photo, but he is now a demon cultivator, and if he really wants to attract the thunder, maybe the thunder will come first. It was him who split.

Zhang Linggu bent down and pulled out a sword, and swung it down without looking at it. The sword spirit swung the sword, and a dazzling sword light cut towards the dark forest below, just as the sword light was about to reach the top of the mountain. At that time, a burst of black mist came out and caught Jian Guang.

The black mist and the sword light confronted each other, arousing layers of ripples in the air, and the sword light swayed along with the ripples, illuminating most of the mountain.

This is just a flick of a finger, and it is enough for Zhang Linggu to see the formation on this mountain clearly: "Hundred Foot Formation?"

The centipede is dead but not stiff. This centipede formation is taken from the centipede's centipede shape. This formation is connected in a line with seven large formation eyes as the main axis, and hundreds of small formation eyes are extended on both sides to cover it. Live the entire mountain range, and cut off the vitality of the mountain range.

When they came during the day, because of the yang energy rising from the sun, they just felt that the mountain was a little monster, but they didn't realize that such a sinister magic circle was set up on this mountain. It can block the aura of Fengyu Tower, which shows the power of this formation.

This kind of formation is used by ghosts to make a place only dead but lifeless, but the ghosts are mountain spirits, ghosts born from the shadows of the dark grass and trees. If the mountain has no life, then they should also There is no way to survive.

Is it...

Zhang Linggu had a sudden thought, and a not-so-good thought popped up. With a wave of his hand, he released the five sword spirits together. He and these five sword spirits have been together day and night for ten years, and they have a tacit understanding without talking to each other. Absolutely, the five sword spirits moved together with him at the same time, and a burst of overwhelming sword light fell into the mountains and forests.

This burst of sword light looks chaotic, but in fact, each sword fell to one of the eyes of the hundred foot formation. The black mist that had just received Zhang Linggu's sword appeared again, but this sword light was too fierce and there were too many of them. , the black mist was hit several times, and gradually became thinner and thinner, and it seemed to die down at any time.

After more than a dozen formation eyes were destroyed, the power of the Hundred Foot Formation became much weaker. Many monks in the late stage of the Imperial Realm were able to run Taoism smoothly. into the air.

He said to Zhang Linggu, who was floating in mid-air and was tirelessly destroying the eyes of the formation: "Are you crazy?"

Although the eyes of the formation were destroyed, a trace of black energy faintly visible in the light of Zhang Linggu's sword was also revealed, but anyone with good eyesight could recognize that it was the energy of the evil way. There were dozens of monks below. This incident touched Wan Xianzong...

He didn't have time to stop what happened to Yu Yuanzhou back then, and Zhang Linggu must never follow in Yuanzhou's footsteps...

Thinking of this, Fengyulou felt tight in his chest, and he stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Linggu's wrist: "You go first, and leave the rest to me."

"We were all deceived. This monster cloud is fake, it is an illusion created by the ghost in the mountain." Although Zhang Linggu himself stopped, he still let the sword spirit continue to attack those eyes: "If I didn't expect Wrong, in order to raise a powerful little ghost, the ghost practiced in this mountain used a hundred foot formation to seal the anger of this mountain and forcibly created this most yin place. Feeling panic."

Yulou also read a lot of books about demons, and immediately reacted: "Although demons are ghosts born in the dark places of mountains and trees, they can also be regarded as creatures of heaven and earth. Born, so they also need yang energy and anger as their dependence, and the evil spirits cannot stay away from the mountains and forests where they were born, this hundred-legged formation is also a disaster for them."

He felt that these demons were smarter than what he had seen in the book: "So they fake demon clouds to attract monks to destroy the Hundred Foot Formation?"

"Probably so." Zhang Linggu said so, but he was a little uncertain in his heart: "If they are planning this way, why do they kill the monks who go up the mountain to absorb vitality? Could it be that they have been trapped in the Hundred Foot Formation for too long and lack of vitality to take the risk? ?”

"You tell me the formation of this hundred-legged formation, and I will do the breaking of the formation, and you go first." Feng Yulou still insisted that Zhang Linggu leave first.

Zhang Linggu shook his head: "Uncle, if you are not familiar with the formation, I am afraid you will miss it. Moreover, this formation must be activated by someone. I can be sure that when we entered the mountain for the first time in the afternoon, this formation was If it hasn’t been turned on, why did it turn on tonight?”

He said thoughtfully: "This ghost has spent more than ten years practicing sorcery here, and it seems that he is short of the last girl. He shouldn't give up. Besides, we have been fighting for a long time. Seeing him show up, it's not easy to raise Seventh Mother Devil, he can't watch his hard work come to nothing, so I think it's not as simple as activating a formation."

God seems to want Zhang Linggu to be a magician tonight. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a tremor in the forest below, and a howl that was so sharp that it made the scalp tingle. Straight into the sky in the dark, people have nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

Zhang Linggu subconsciously stood in front of Fengyulou, and when the ghost howled rushed into his head, he felt as if someone had drilled holes in his ears with a stick. Stand firm.

The following cultivators who had just escaped from Centipede were hit by the ghost's howl, and a few of the weaker ones were so frightened that they couldn't fly, and two fell directly from the flying sword.

The ghost howls did not stop at once, but came continuously from the mountains, like ghosts who had been fighting over the years, wailing from under the Nine Springs, one by one full of grievances.

A fiery red scene appeared in front of Zhang Linggu's eyes, a black mountain of magma rolling in front of him, countless people who had no time to escape were melted by the surging magma, the sword light and sparks merged into one piece, and there was nothing else in the air except the smell of blood I can't smell it anymore, the wailing pierces into people's ears like an awl...

That's a ghost who came to claim his life...

Feng Yulou saw that Zhang Linggu's face suddenly turned pale, and he fell down when he rolled his eyes. He hurriedly stretched out his arms to embrace Zhang Linggu: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Linggu was in a trance at this time, he couldn't tell whether he was Yu Yuanzhou or Zhang Linggu, he just felt that he was seriously injured on the Devil's Nightmare Mountain, and he barely opened his eyes to see the face of Fengyulou. Stretched out a hand to touch this person whom he missed for many years but couldn't see: "Idiot..."

Before he finished speaking, he fainted.

Fengyulou was stunned for a moment by the sound of an idiot. This long-lost address was like old wine, and as soon as the mud seal was opened, an intoxicating breath rushed over.

Fengyulou hugged his spirit bones tightly, grabbed the five-handed swords that were about to fall to the ground with a wave of his hand, and put them in his sleeves, and hundreds of Yuanshen swords around him roared out and hit a mountain peak On the cliff, the rocks were swept down by the sword energy, almost flattening the mountain, and the piercing ghost howling stopped.

After the ghost whistle stopped, those monks also had a place to use their skills. One by one, they lit up their magic weapons and began to patrol the mountain.

Fengyulou didn't care whether the evil spirit could be caught or not, he carried the fainted Zhang Linggu back to the county town, knocked on the door of the inn and opened a room.

The people in the county town were in panic because of the mountain shaking just now. Candles were lit in every house, and the people set up simple altars in each courtyard, burned incense and killed chickens and knelt down to pray, praying for the mountain god to calm down and not bring disaster world.

Inside and outside the city, this night was disturbed and restless.

The smell of incense candles wafted in from the outside, Feng Yulou looked at Zhang Linggu who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, he sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Linggu's hand.

Because of holding the sword for many years, this hand has a thin layer of calluses on the palm, probably because it has lived in Kunlongyuan for many years without seeing the sun, the skin is a little pale, and the blue blood is just under the thin skin.

Feng Yulou's fingers wrapped around Zhang Linggu's wrist, and the index finger and middle finger were right on Zhang Linggu's pulse gate, and a slight beating could be felt under the fingers, which was evidence that a person was alive.

Knowing that Yu Yuanzhou was possessed by the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect and beheaded by the Ten Thousand Immortals on the Devil's Nightmare Mountain, he was not without rage and wanted to kill Ten Tens of Ten Thousand Immortals to avenge Yu Yuanzhou. This kid who is still snorting snot bubbles, Qianshan's burden is on him, he has to be a head teacher who understands righteousness, prudence and responsibility.

No matter how much unwillingness, dissatisfaction and reluctance to give up, they have to be crushed under the white snow of thousands of mountains, turning into a lonely wind in the sea of ​​stars.

Zhang Linggu turned over, and turned his other hand to cover Fengyulou's fingers. He probably touched Fengyulou's fingers and unconsciously held them in his sleep.

Fengyulou couldn't help but feel a little touch in his heart. Although the old man is dead, he is still alive. What he didn't cherish in those years, what he didn't understand when he was young, all lay clearly in front of his eyes. God finally gave him a new start with this person. chance.

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