East China Sea dust

The cold wind poured down from the broken stone gate, engulfing the remaining water vapor in the pagoda.

The old lamps and candles that were barely used as lighting in the tower were scraped to pieces and fell on the dusty and muddy ground. The fragile lamp holders were torn apart and almost shattered into powder.

At this moment, the center of the clearing was empty, and a cluster of icicles stood abruptly where Yao Yitang was originally standing, with steaming white mist rising from it, and the frost spread around it from the center.

The atmosphere was almost stagnant.

The jet-black sleeve shirt on his body was blown up by the cold wind, and the sleeves of his clothes flew away. Ao Zhan was surrounded by a four-nine ice-blue energy, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

The man's right hand was hanging by his side, and there were still some ice crystals left on his fingertips.With a gloomy expression, he stared at the cluster of solitary icicles, without looking away for a long time.

Yao Yitang disappeared very quickly. After saying a few words similar to resentment, the entire phantom suddenly dissipated in midair as if disintegrated.

With the help of the original power of the phantom array, the flower demon wanted to escape from the scene in an instant, even if Ao Zhan decisively drove the waterspout into a chain, it was still too late to stop it.

So Ao Zhan had no choice but to stay where he was for a while, until he could no longer detect the aura belonging to other monsters around him, then turned around and left the tower.

Walking barefoot on the surface of the lake, Ao Zhan walked against the wind in the direction of the boat. Although his expression was not as gloomy as before, he still couldn't contain his depression.

The dark blue energy surrounds the man and burns quietly, and the flickering flames dance, illuminating the gloomy face of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

He raised the palm of his right hand, and Ao Zhan moved forward while staring at a crabapple fruit that was driven out of his palm and suspended in mid-air, with a pensive look in his eyes.

In a hundred years, Ao Zhan has seen countless exquisite formations.

According to the purpose, the existing formations in the world can be roughly divided into three types: killing formations, prison formations, and illusion formations. The formations have formation eyes, and each type of formation has different uses according to its name.Advanced monks can even split and apply different formations arbitrarily to achieve the purpose of attack or self-protection.

If you really want to care about it, in fact, both the killing formation and the prison formation have a common point that cannot be ignored-that is, the effects of the aura in the formation are mostly restraint and attack, and the master of the formation can therefore guide the spiritual power to Limit goals.

The phantom formation is different from the other two types of formations. The most obvious thing is that it does not advance but retreats, and can even absorb the cultivation of the creatures in the formation for its own use.

It was also because of this that Ao Zhan was able to detect the only flaw from the majestic spiritual power that seemed to be killing the formation as early as the moment the formation was activated in this world, and came up with a reasonable countermeasure.

The incident happened suddenly, and Ao Zhan had been suppressed by the Dao of Heaven for a long time, and his cultivation base was not enough to break the formation directly, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue for blood.

Using the real dragon's energy in the blood to temporarily break through the shackles of the phantom array, extract nine tenths of the spiritual power and seal it in the depths of the sea of ​​energy, so as to deceive the detection of the array spirit.

As time goes by, the seal will be gradually released, and the spiritual power will return to its original source, and then it will be able to escape from the suppression of the phantom array.

Perhaps it was because the aura on his body was too thin, and he was not much different from the mortals around him. The formation spirit couldn't tell which one was the "big monster" required by the target, which resulted in the current situation where the two entered the formation together.

In other words, when he first joined the battle, he did not have any demonic power, nor did he have any memories of this world.The only thing left is the identity left by the phantom array, and... that person's beautiful face.

What he did under the influence of the phantom array flashed in his mind, and Ao Zhan's eyes gradually darkened.

In order not to let Dazhengling notice it too quickly, Ao Zhan deliberately slowed down the speed of releasing the seal before being forced into the formation.

Therefore, until today, when he took Zhang Qinglan to stand on the top floor of the pagoda, it was considered that one-fifth of the seal had been unsealed.

It's not enough to break the formation immediately, but it's enough to recall everything.

Ao Zhan's eyes were heavy, his five fingers tightened, and he shattered the phantom of the crabapple fruit in his palm.

Yao Yitang is right, even after recovering, Ao Zhan still can't resist the "small cause and effect" in the formation in a short time, but this formation is not as invincible as the flower demon imagined.

The great formation in ancient times has a famous name, but at its root, it is just a remnant formation that has survived until now.

Probably the person who set up the formation was blessed by nature, and indeed got a bit of luck from the way of heaven, which was used in the formation, specifically to defeat monsters like Ao Zhan who had violated the taboos of the way of heaven.

Although he didn't know who was behind the flower demon, he had worked hard and pinpointed Ao Zhan's weakness.

But after all, it is a remnant formation, leaving only the most basic structure. Even if it is restarted by future generations by chance, the remaining power is only one thousandth of the original.

Yao Yitang's status as a flower demon is lowly, but there must be some qualities needed to start the battle.In this way, it makes sense to be sealed into the formation together as the eye of the formation.

Ao Zhan sneered, this flower demon was completely used by people without knowing it, really stupid.

Just as the Dragon King was striding forward towards the painting boat in a hurry, the wreckage of a Kongming lantern suddenly floated up on the lake, laying in front of the man, lingering.

The foot touched the hard bamboo lamp stand, Ao Zhan nodded his head and raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the lamp stand that was half submerged in the water.

But in a flash, the man leaned down, holding the skeleton with five well-articulated fingers, picked up a pile of tattered red paper from the lake, held it in his hand and looked at it.

What came to mind was Zhang Qinglan's face illuminated by countless dazzling fire lights.The stars and candles are reflected in the dark pupils, which are almost brighter than the night sky.

After a moment of silence, Ao Zhan let out a light snort.

Immediately, he restrained his useless thoughts, threw the wreckage away casually, and walked towards the painting boat with a cold face.

When the precious door curtain made of pearls and jade was opened again, there were a few crisp clangs. Inside the cabin, Zhang Qinglan was still in a deep sleep, clutching the corner of the quilt tightly in her hands, breathing slowly and long.

Ao Zhan didn't care if he would wake him up, he sat down next to the young man, pulled away the edge of the golden brocade quilt, and walked in with the cold air all over his body.

As a matter of course, he hugged the warm and soft mortal vigorously into his arms, helping him drive away the chill from his whole body.

Zhang Qinglan still had the aura that Ao Zhan had crossed before he went out, so even if Qinglong acted so carelessly by his side, he just frowned in the end, and then obediently nestled into the man's arms, still sleeping soundly.

Compared with ordinary people, the temperature around Qinglong's body can be regarded as cold, and it is like this all year round.Ao Zhan's slender fingers like ice cubes stroked the warm skin on the young man's waist, and his hands were smooth and soft.

The two were in the enchantment, and there was no threat for the time being, so Ao Zhan relaxed a little, held the man in his arms domineeringly, and played with the other's long strands of hair scattered on the brocade quilt with great interest.

Feeling Zhang Qinglan's warm and long breath gently spraying on the side of his neck, Ao Zhan looked slightly gloomy.

Although it was pitch black in the cabin, it didn't affect Ao Zhan.

Lying sideways beside Zhang Qinglan, Ao Zhan glanced at the other's moist lips, then raised his hand, pinched the young man's chin, rubbed his fingertips on his lower lip a few times.

The young man who was treated harshly closed his eyes and remained indifferent.

Perhaps Ao Zhan had crossed a lot of spiritual energy before leaving, which made his mind confused and entangled with the deep dream. He didn't know how the outside world treated him, and he let the man decide.

Even when he was asleep, his brows and eyes were lowered, with a loyal and undefended docile appearance, which made the capricious Dragon King, who was used to making trouble, feel a move.

Immediately, he made a decision with a clear heart and clear eyes, and a icy energy flew straight towards Zhang Qinglan's eyebrows, submerged in it.

So the young man nestled in the arms of the Dragon King pulled away from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

After the vision in front of him returned from blurry to clear, the first thing he saw was flesh-colored: "..."

Ao Zhan was only wearing a thin jacket, and he didn't know when he took off that loose shirt with black sleeves.Lying on the young man's side with the skirt open, afraid that Zhang Qinglan would not see him, he hugged him tightly in his arms, with his side face pressed against his beautiful and smooth chest muscles.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, even her breathing was stagnant.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan showed a nasty smile on his face, relying on the young man not looking up, he quickly restrained his expression, raised his hand to hold the other's thin shoulders, and opened the distance between the two.

Not intending to tell Zhang Qinglan that he had recovered his memory, Ao Zhan thought for a moment, and finally put on a seemingly gentle posture.

The unruly fingertips fiddled with the young man's drooping eyelashes a few times, and Ao Zhan stretched out his hand to hook Zhang Qinglan's sharp and thin chin, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

It wasn't until Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes that she came closer and sniffed the faint fragrance of acacia on the young man's body a few times.

When Zhang Qinglan woke up for the first time, her mind was not much different from a ball of paste, and the surroundings were dark and unclear, so naturally she couldn't distinguish the subtle changes that happened to Ao Zhan.

Feeling the soft touch of the lips, Zhang Qinglan's pupils shrank slightly.

Pursing his lips, he held back for a long time before hoarse and asked very vaguely: "What time is it now? I seem to have slept for a long time."

Hearing the young man's question, Ao Zhan rubbed his smooth long hair, and when he was about to speak, his voice paused: "..."

After recovering his memory, Ao Zhan thought that it would be impossible for him to call out such an intimate address to a mortal again.

At best, it was just a plaything he used to pass the time. Even if it was a play on the spot, Zhang Qinglan couldn't bear the weight of those two words.

Ao Zhan withdrew his gloomy eyes, suddenly lost interest in coaxing the other party, let go of Zhang Qinglan's shoulder and back, and said in a perfunctory way: "It's not yet dawn."

The young man seemed to have noticed Ao Zhan's strange change, and blinked in the dark for no reason.In the end, he lowered his eyes, kept silent, and even stepped back a few inches in a very sensible manner.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan frowned.

In the next second, he was thrown directly onto the soft brocade quilt in the cabin, and a hand was covered in front of his eyes, leaving nothing but darkness.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stormy deep kiss, using soft and sweet lips to block all the reprimands and questions the man had too late to speak.