9

"Friends of Taoism!" Fan and Zhao Wuji gathered the surviving monks. Zhao Wuji said to everyone, "The Qingqiu Realm mechanisms are all activated. After all, the Nine-Tail Clan is a demon clan. Their skills are very different from those in the Cultivation Realm, and the methods of arranging mechanisms are quite different. I believe that there are many good players in the Qingqiu Realm, but everyone has experienced the final result in it. I won't say more!" Zhao Wuji paused for a moment. Although the remaining monks have experienced great storms in the Cultivation Realm, they are still rare. Even if a person with a firm mind is in danger, they will inevitably be afraid. Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "Nine-Tail Clan in Qingqiu Realm is now empty, and all the magic weapons, secret books and elixirs have been taken away. Perhaps there are still some remaining things that have not been discovered yet, but there are many mechanisms. It is unwise to go to search for treasures again."

"What should we do?" asked a monk, his voice weak and his energy was insufficient. "Would you retreat the same way!"

"Ha? Go back the same way?! Stop dreaming!" A voice suddenly appeared, extremely abrupt.

Everyone looked at the sound and saw seventy or eighty people gathered in the distance. Except for the dozens of people in Fan Wuqi, this group of people was the most well-preserved small group. At this moment, a middle-aged monk in black came out from the crowd, and the person who spoke was this person.

"I wonder if you have noticed that shortly after we entered Qingqiu Realm, our contact with the outside world has been cut off!"

A stone caused a thousand waves, and the people who finally came to their senses were as if they were struck by lightning. Could it be that they were trapped in this Qingqiu Realm? Qingqiu Realm was closed from the fox clan and it took more than 8,000 years to reappear in the cultivation world. Do they have to be trapped in another eight thousand years? Although the lifespan of cultivators is almost infinite, not everyone can stand the imprisonment of eight thousand years!

"A group of idiots!" Zhao Wuji cursed angrily. After healing the scar, he forgot to hurt. He just told them that he should calm down and not have too many emotional fluctuations. At this moment, he was still in the formation and was aroused by the black-clothed monk, and these people fell into the illusion of the formation again.

"Zha!" But Fan Wuqi roared with anger, and he could even feel the earth trembling slightly. According to legend, "Zha" was the first sound when the heaven and earth were born, containing the supreme divine power and the nemesis of all evil and evil. As soon as this statement came out, the monks who were trapped in the illusion once again woke up again, and there was a golden light in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, always keeping their spiritual platform clear.

The monk in black looked angry, obviously holding a grudge against Fan Wuqi and Zhao Wuji.

Fan and Zhao were meticulous, how could they not find the little abacus of these people? At first, these people were scattered everywhere without any trace, but the murderous aura they vaguely emitted was captured by the two ascension monks. Although I don’t know if the monks in black did it on purpose, what he said was not false. Not long after they entered the Qingqiu Realm, they did lose their sense of induction with the outside world.

"You are still in the formation at this moment, please be more careful!" Fan Wuqi said coldly, obviously no longer wanting to pay attention to these people.

"Brother Fan, what do you think about this place?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"To be honest, I am just a rough man. In the past, I have relied on a brute force to break into those forbidden areas. What do you want me to say? There is nothing to say!" Fan Wuqi smiled embarrassedly, "But when I came, Brother Qingxuan told me this?"

"Oh, let's hear!"

"Brother Qingxuan said that the Nine-tailed clan of the Qingqiu Realm ascended the clan, and objects such as magic weapons should not be left behind. There should be nothing left in the entire Qingqiu Realm. At most, more than 8,000 years have passed, and some rare elixirs have been grown. However, this depends on the opportunity and cannot be forced. However, there is a place that should remain intact, that is—"

"Qingqiu ancestral land!" Unexpectedly, Fan and Zhao said these four words in unison, and they were stunned and smiled at each other.

"Qingqiu has been in the foundation for tens of thousands of years, and it is unknown how many ancestors are buried in the ancestral land. It is important to be buried in the land. Whether it is the world, the cultivation world, or even the demon world, it is the same. It is better to be quiet than to move, and it is really not good to disturb the ancestors. Moreover, the Nine-Tail Clan was forced to choose to ascend to the clan. When it is alive, it is important to preserve the surviving people. Therefore, only this Qingqiu ancestral land should be preserved intact. As for what is in the Qingqiu ancestral land, it is unknown!" Zhao Wuji continued.

"When the Qingqiu Realm was opened, monks entered in all directions. Now it seems that they should be gathering here. According to the fixed astrology chart, the Qingqiu ancestral land should also be here." Fan Wuqi looked down at the fixed astrology chart in his hand and said, "I have sensed it with my spiritual sense just now. There should be no space underground. Brother Zhao, look, change!"

As soon as Fan Wuqi exited the word "change", he saw the chess piece flying on the Dingxing Pan flying, and instantly turned into a small hill, no different from the high mountain in front of him. There was a huge hole in the belly of the hill made of chess pieces.

"Is it in the belly of the mountain?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and looked at the majestic mountain. "Is there a chess road showing?"

"No!" Fan Wuqi shook his head, feeling a little disappointed, "I think Brother Zhao should have sensed it too. This mountain is covered by a very strong ban. I didn't expect that even magic weapons like the Dingxingpan could be blocked. It seems very powerful."

"That black-clothed monk should be from the Zhuge clan of Wuhou Sect. I think this wave of monks can arrive here safely. It should be the credit of this man. It seems that the people will rely on him after the breaking the ban." Zhao Wuji said, and at this time, the group of people had already surrounded the man and headed to the foot of the mountain.

"We don't have any masters of breaking the formation. Why don't you just share their favor and make plans after they break the formation." Fan Wuqi said with a smile.

"That's all." After that, Zhao Wuji explained the reason to the people around him. Everyone sat cross-legged and closed their eyes to recuperate. Although he had a fixed star plate to guide everyone, he was wary of sneak attacks from monks along the way, and they also exhausted everyone physically and mentally. Everyone understood. There will definitely be a fierce battle in a while. If you recover as soon as possible, you will have more hope of survival.

10

The black-clothed monk was a monk from the Zhuge clan of the Wuhou Sect. He was named Zhuge Jin. He was an elder of the Wuhou Sect in the contemporary Wuhou Sect. This time he was invited by several friends to enter the Qingqiu Realm. The Wuhou Sect was founded by the sage Zhuge Kongming. He practiced the truth with the magic of deduction, formation, and mechanism. He was strong and was an existence that someone in the cultivation world dared to provoke. It is said that the Zhuge clan also existed in the Wudi City, the major super forces in the heavenly world.

The Zhuge clan is worthy of being the master of formation. Zhuge Jin encountered the formation and broke the formation all the way, which was different from Fan Wuqi and others. He really competed with the formation of the Nine-Tail clan. Although he went back and forth, he gained a lot and also had some understanding of the formation mechanism of the Nine-Tail clan. As soon as he stepped into this place, he discovered the illusion formation. After discussing with several friends, he felt that he could use this formation to reduce some opponents, but he was blocked by Fan Wuqi and Zhao Wuji.

Although he was unhappy, he had no choice but to do anything. The top priority at this moment was to break the ban on Qingqiu ancestral land. Now he is unwise to fight for real numbers. Although Fan and Zhao are powerful, there are many masters who have hidden their cultivation here. With him as the master of formation, it is still more than enough to deal with the two of them.

Zhuge Jin walked to the foot of the mountain and reached out to explore the front. He saw that the space ahead suddenly had a wave of water, which stopped his hand to continue to stretch forward. Zhuge Jin frowned slightly, his palm was raised, and as for the center of the water wave, he closed his eyes to explore, and his spiritual consciousness spread out into the distance with the ripples, looking for weakness. He was talking slowly, and Zhuge Jin felt a red light flash, instinctively detecting a trace of danger, and hurriedly wanted to retract his spiritual consciousness and pull back his palm, but the red light was so fast that Zhuge Jin had no time to react. The red light wrapped Zhuge Jin's spiritual consciousness, following the vine

He touched the melon and rushed directly into his sea of ​​consciousness. At the same time, red lightning light came out of his palm. Zhuge Jin screamed, and his whole person was bounced a hundred feet away. Fortunately, the people who were traveling with him were alert. When Zhuge Jin was bounced away, his body had already followed and he removed a lot of strength. Otherwise, Zhuge Jin would have been shocked to break his bones and shifted his five internal organs. Even so, Zhuge Jin looked very miserable at this moment. The whole hand that touched the restricted was burned by the strange red electric fire, and blood flowed. Because the sea of ​​consciousness was hit, the whole person was bleeding in seven orifices and was unconscious.

Several monks rushed over, thinking that they should be Zhuge Jin's friend. One of them hurriedly took out a small porcelain bottle, pulled out the bottle stopper, poured out a yellow pill, and the fragrance was everywhere, and he was about to send it to Zhuge Jin's mouth, but the person next to him hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"You are crazy. Do you want to use this divination pill on this waste?"

The man who delivered the medicine flashed a blue light on his arm, shaking the hand of the person who blocked the person and looked at him fiercely. The man who blocked the person was like a falling ice cellar, and he didn't dare to move at all. Even if those eyes no longer looked at him, he could still feel a pair of huge eyes with strong murderous intent in front of him. His dark eyes were like a sticky deep pool that could swallow him at any time.

The medicine had already entered Zhuge Jin's mouth and melted in his mouth. The effect of the medicine immediately spread. Zhuge Jin's charred skin quickly dried up and hardened, and then fell off, giving birth to new skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, he coughed suddenly, spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and gasped heavily, obviously coming alive.

The person who delivered the medicine did not say anything, turned around and left, leaving only one person to take care of and the person who was scared and trembled.

"Brother, Lao Liu didn't do it on purpose. The Nirvana Pill is your life-saving pill. It is extremely difficult to refine it. He said that for you. Just spare him!" One person pleaded with the person who sent the medicine. It seemed that the few of them were brothers.

"Hmph, it's necessary for Zhuge Jin to break the ban, otherwise I wouldn't waste this pill. If Zhuge Jin hadn't lost consciousness just now, if he had heard of it, he had a strange thought and ruined the major things like us, and let the long-prepared plan fail, I must kill him with one palm." The person who sent the medicine said coldly, and the rest of the people were also in a state of strife, "Listen, listen, whoever did extra things, don't blame me for being ruthless and not brotherly!"

Several people looked at each other and answered respectfully, "Yes, brother!"

The little episode here naturally did not escape the eyes of Fan and Zhao, but the few people transmitted the message as secretly, so they naturally could not be heard by others.

"This ban is really powerful, so Zhuge Jin has suffered a heavy blow!" Fan Wuqi said with a smile.

"Well, but it seems that life has been saved. That person's pill is so powerful!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed, "I don't know which pill is, it has the effect of living dead people and flesh and bones."

"Well!" Fan Wuqi touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Just just now I saw that the pill seemed to turn yellow, and its effect was very similar to the 'Narrhea Pill' of Tianjimen!"

"Tianji Gate?" Zhao Wuji was a little confused, "Those people don't look like people from Tianji Gate?"

"This is not clear, there is no harm in multiple scruples."

"Well, Brother Fan's words are reasonable."

Over there, after taking the pill, Zhuge Jin finally woke up. Not only did his injuries heal, but his cultivation level seemed to have improved a lot. The scared person was also removed from his magic. At this moment, he walked back to the team with the person he was taking care of.

"Thank you, Brother Yuwen, for giving the medicine, to protect my life." Zhuge Jin hugged his fists to the person who gave the medicine to thank him.

"Haha, Brother Zhuge, you're welcome. Just a pill, don't worry!" The monk named Yuwen, who was surnamed Yuwen, smiled and patted Zhuge Jin on the shoulder. "The Qingqiu Realm has been traveling all the way, relying on Brother Zhuge's superb formation techniques, and it is invincible all the way. It's a blessing for us to overcome all difficulties. Compared with Brother Tai's hard work and achievements, we can do our best to do our best for Brother Zhuge, which is also our honor!"

"Brother Yuwen is really a damn bad!" Although Zhuge Jin refused, he was very proud in his heart. As expected, he still had to rely on him. Now they owe favors, and in the future they will have more help in the position of leader of the Wuhou Sect, and there will be more chances of success.

"Brother Zhuge, do you have any clues about this ban?"

"I am doing my mission! Although I have suffered a severe blow, I have some experience in studying the formation of the Nine-Tail Clan along the way. I also found some ways in the flash of lightning just now. Brother Yuwen rested on his mind and would tear out the restriction in the next three hours." Zhuge Jin said confidently.

"Okay, I'll wait patiently for the good news from Brother Zhuge!"

Zhuge Jin did not waste time. He pinched the magic tricks and added eight triangle flags in his hand. The flag was exquisitely crafted, with gold silk borders and exquisite silk satin. The flag pole was as smooth as a mirror and shining. The flag surface was embroidered with eight words: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder and lightning. Zhuge Jin threw the small flag into the sky, put his hands together and pinched the sword technique, muttering words in his mouth. The small flag rotated rapidly above his head, and suddenly a strong wind blew in the field, causing everyone to retreat step by step.

"Go!" Zhuge Jin gave the order, and suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the ground with his right foot. He retreated with his left foot as the center of the circle. The whole person rotated and sat cross-legged. The strong wind also stopped abruptly. Eight small flags were now inserted around Zhuge Jin. On the ground beneath Zhuge Jin, a blood-colored Bagua had appeared at some point. Eight small flags were inserted at the eight peaks of the Bagua. Zhuge Jin was still muttering the words, and the Bagua was red and the water waves were rising around him. Small lamps swaying candlelight appeared through the water waves, slowly falling on the periphery of Bagua, counting one by one, there were 7749. A sky above Zhuge Jin's head, with silver and stars dripping.

"Light the light of the star-watching gossip!" Someone shouted out his name. This was the unique skill of the Zhuge clan. I didn't expect to see it here.

The stars, hexagrams and lamps with Zhuge Jin as the center emitted red lights to cover the restriction at the foot of the mountain. For a moment, the electric dragons on the restriction were on the restriction, and they bit each other together, and no one could do anything to each other. Zhuge Jin's magic tricks changed, getting faster and faster. The stars above his head were changing, and the stars actually exchanged positions with each other, forming various patterns. Zhuge Jin was sweating profusely and struggled. Even the spectators around him became nervous, and they were dry and sweating profusely, as if the people in the formation were themselves.

A small sound of "beep" came, which seemed particularly abrupt.

"The light went out!" Someone noticed and hurriedly shouted. When the others heard this, they were very anxious. Could it be that the confrontation failed?

But Zhuge Jin smiled, and the magic tricks in his hand changed faster. With the eyes of the cultivator, he could only see the afterimage. It can be imagined that the speed was extremely fast. The bright lights were extinguished one by one, and more than an hour passed, and most of them had been destroyed. The red light emitted by the star, hexagram, and lamp became stronger and stronger, but the red light on the forbidden system weakened. You finally understood that if one light was extinguished, the power of the formation would be increased by one point. When the forty-nine bright lights were all gone, it was time to break the formation. At this moment, the power of the star, hexagram, and lamp was amazing and he was singing and moving forward. Zhuge Jin had just threatened to break the restriction in three hours. At this progress, it would be afraid that it would take only half an hour to break it.

Everyone was overjoyed and finally felt relieved. When they broke through the formation, they rushed into the Qingqiu ancestral land and could gain something. Maybe they could also see what the light ball on the top of the mountain was. The Qingqiu ban was very evil, and other restrictions were easy to say. At least there was a way to break it, but the height limit of the floating air was very impressive. As soon as everyone entered the Qingqiu realm, they were instantly as if they were hit on their heads by a pot lid, and they were suppressed to a low altitude and could not fly high. Otherwise, with the flying ability of the monk, they would definitely be able to raise their bodies and run directly to the golden ball.

The monks had no sense of time, but the past half hour had been like years. The monks who should have been as calm as water were like ants on a hot pan, which was very difficult to bear. As the last bright light went out, the restriction was like cloth tearing apart, and a huge hole was cracked. There were monks who could not wait to speed towards the crack first, and the other monks hurriedly chased after someone when they saw that they were in the first place.

But there were two groups of people who were not in a hurry. One group of monks led by Fan and Zhao, and the other group was a group of people led by the monk named Yuwen. Both groups of people watched the changes and did not intend to take action. It seemed that these people were needed to explore the way. These people were indeed too anxious. They all understood the ban in Qingqiu Realm. Although this ban is powerful now, it is a defensive ban. If you don’t attack actively, you will not launch it. Just imagine, how could there be only one defensive ban in such an important place?

As expected, before the monks could fly to the crack, they heard a "boom" sound coming from the crack. An invisible huge force hit the monks like a shell, instantly tore the monks to pieces. The tragedy happened instantly, and those who were a little slower were secretly glad, fortunately they did not rush as fast as they could. The roar was endless, and the crack was constantly firing out wind bombs, with great power!

"Brother Zhuge, what's the situation?" The monk named Yuwen walked not far beside Zhuge Jin and asked at the crack.

"I'm holding on to the ban crack! The wind cannon inside will probably take a while to vent. When the wind power becomes weaker, you can go in. In addition, you have to hurry up. This ban will repair itself. I can only support it for up to two hours. Once it is repaired, if I want to break the formation again, it will take half a year to recover!"

"I understand, I'm sorry, Brother Zhuge!" The monk named Yuwen turned around and said aloud to the group of monks behind him, "Be prepared!"

11

The wind gradually became smaller and everyone was about to enter, and the mutation regenerated. The clouds covering the top of the mountain suddenly dissipated, with golden light shining everywhere, dazzling and burning. The clouds could not be dissipated. It was clearly evaporated by the golden light, and it fell on the monks, which was like burning flames. The monks knew something was wrong, so they all sacrificed magic weapons and summoned the armor. However, the golden light penetrated amazingly. Some low-level magic weapons and armor were unable to resist, burning the monks to the end. In a blink of an eye, this place suddenly turned into a lava hell, and many monks lit up their bodies, and their seven orifices were fired, making desperate screams.

Even Fan and Zhao had a high level of cultivation, they felt a little difficult at this moment. Everyone suddenly thought of something. Zhuge Jin was alone in the field and had to maintain the formation. They were exhausted. This incident suddenly had no spare energy or protection. If it was buried under the golden light and no one controlled the restriction, how could everyone enter the Qingqiu Forbidden Area? At this thought, everyone hurriedly looked at the field. The monk named Yuwen was standing in the sky high above Zhuge Jin's head. He did not see any magic weapon hell. The golden light could not approach his body. The golden lights were all graceful, and did not hurt Zhuge Jin below. The graceful golden lights looked like a huge funnel, protecting Zhuge Jin in it without being hurt.

The monk named Yuwen was looking at the top of the peak through the golden light, and suddenly roared to the sky, extremely crazy, "He came to the world! You were born here, are you the Nine-tailed Clan! Haha, the Heavenly Fox came to the world! There is hope of ascension!!!"

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the golden light dissipated, the earth trembled, and huge cracks spread out. The palace buildings and pavilions, pavilions and pavilions in the distance collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the dust. The monks who stood at the nearest earthquake were even more shocked.

As the sky turned, everyone saw the golden sphere on the top of the mountain smashing on the mountain with unparalleled power. The golden liquid flowed down the ridge and swallowed the place where it passed. The whole mountain seemed to be gilded, with golden light shining and noble. The golden liquid came fiercely and instantly reached the foot of the mountain and blew out of the crack. Zhuge Jin was the first to be killed. Without even making a sound, it was swallowed by the golden liquid and melted instantly. Everything was

Nothing was left. All this was too sudden. Even the monk named Yuwen had no time to react, so he could only watch Zhuge Jin buried here. Without Zhuge Jin's magic array, the crack recovered faster, but the golden liquid was powerful. Not only did the crack not shrink, it was hit a little bit. The monks took to the air to avoid it, but many monks were splashed on their bodies by golden liquid, and were corroded in a moment, and their death was very miserable.

The golden liquid gushed for a long time before it weakened, but the golden liquid had almost swallowed up the entire Qingqiu Realm. The once magnificent and prosperous Qingqiu Realm is now full of ruins and ruins.

"It's been!" someone shouted, "that ban is being restored!"

Without external forces, the ban can finally be repaired. At this moment, the ban is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it can be restored as before in a short time. In this way, there is no time to explore the Qingqiu ancestral land. If you really go in, Zhuge Jin, the only formation master, died on the spot. How to break the ban has become a huge problem. Everyone was unwilling to accept it, but they could not take risks, so they could only watch the ban closed.

"It seems that he has returned without success!" Zhao Wuji said with a helpless smile.

"Grandma, I'm losing a lot! Haha!" Fan Wuqi also laughed.

"Hey? It seems that you can sense the outside world?" Zhao Wuji was very surprised. As soon as they entered the Qingqiu Realm, they cut off their connection with the outside world. Now Qingqiu Realm has undergone a huge change, but suddenly recovers.

The other monks also sensed it. Although they had no gains, they would never have to be trapped and died in Qingqiu Realm. The Qingqiu Realm was destroyed, and now only the ancestral ban is intact. The ban in the rest of the place is also gone without a trace under the devour of the golden torrent. Without the ban, the monks became much more free to move. Since there was nothing to get, they did not need to stay here. They immediately put their fists and retreated, intending to leave.

"Brother Zhao, let's go to Brother Qingxuan's place to have a drink together!" Fan Wuqi sent an invitation to Zhao Wuji.

"Haha, yes!" Zhao Wuji nodded in agreement.

"What are you doing!!!"

A scream came, and Fan and Zhao suddenly felt danger, and they all sacrificed magic weapons to protect them, and saved their magic weapons, blocking more than ten magic weapons...

"I can't help but relax my vigilance after the disaster! I don't know if I've been confiscated!" Fan Wuqi laughed.

"I'm old, I'm slow to react!" Zhao Wuji also joked.

"Brother Zhao, let's see who killed more, how about it?" Fan Wuqi twisted his neck and made a crackling sound.
To be continued...