In the middle of the Green Wind Grassland in the Blue Fire Demon Domain.

A tall altar stands in it. The altar is made of huge and smooth white stones, divided into three layers, small at the top and large at the bottom, and the surface is engraved with some complicated Confucian ancient seal fonts.

The white altar lies quietly on the green grassland, which is very eye-catching. From a distance, it looks like a white cloud lying on the grassland to rest. From a closer look, it looks more like three huge scrolls stacked on top of each other, recording secrets that were unknown thousands of years ago.

It records powerful treasures and formations, and it also records the bloody slaughter of the great war between humans and demons thousands of years ago.

Who would know that the surface of this large altar thousands of years ago was once dyed red with the blood of the Great War of Demons. The wind and rain of thousands of years have erased the bloodstains on the surface of the altar, but they cannot erase the heavy story.

A breeze swept across the surface of the altar, but it made no sound.

Silence! Dead silence! Just like the silence after the great war here thousands of years ago!

At this moment, in the open space far from the altar, two figures fell.

The comers were two disciples dressed as Confucians.

One of them didn't look very old, just in his twenties. This person was wearing a snow-white silk Confucian costume outside, carrying a sheathed long sword diagonally on his back, and the silver silk scarf on his head fluttered slightly in the wind.

The starry eyebrows and sword eyes, the instrument is Xuanang, and the jade tree is in the wind.

Next to the white-clothed Confucian was a middle-aged scholar in a gray Confucian robe with an ordinary appearance.

At this moment, the white-clothed Confucian looked at the tall altar in front of him and said, "Senior Brother Qi Mu, this should be the 'Confucian Heavenly Altar' we are looking for." It seems that our trip is going well. ”

The middle-aged gray-robed Confucian had a pair of blazing eyes, stared at the altar opposite and looked carefully, nodded slightly: "It should be here, judging from the rune characteristics engraved on its surface, it is from the hand of our Yudaomen." Thousands of years ago, the predecessors of the Yudaomen used this "Confucian Altar" as a big array to fight the demons of the Western Regions here. Today, it seems that the surface of this "Confucian Altar" is intact, which proves that our Yudaomen won in that battle. This time, the Elder of the Gate sent you and me to come. The first is to check whether the seals in this large array are intact. The second is that it is said that there is a treasure of the Yudaomen left in this large array, which is related to the secrets of the Yudaomen, and cannot be obtained by outsiders at will. I don't know if the legend is true or not. After all, this Confucian Heavenly Altar is a formation from a thousand years ago, and the secret in it is unknown even to the Yudao Sect. ”

The two of them were the two elite disciples sent by the Feather Dao Sect to enter the Blue Fire Demon Domain first.

Zhan Yunfei is the genius of the younger generation of the Yudao Sect, and his cultivation has also broken through to the first layer of the Yuan Soul Realm not long ago, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to the second layer of the Yuan Soul Realm.

And the other Yudaomen disciple named Qi Mu is an elite who is good at formations, and his cultivation is even more like the second layer of the Yuan Soul Realm. It's just that Zhan Yunfei has a higher seniority, and he and Qi Mu call each other senior brothers.

"Senior Brother Qi Mu, the formation is a lot, you are much more proficient than me. Open this big array and enter it, I can only ask you. Zhan Yunfei said respectfully.

"In this battle between humans and demons thousands of years ago, Lu Qingyun Immortal Master in our Feather Dao Sect also participated. It's just that Lu Qingyun Immortal Master broke through the void five hundred years ago and flew to the Immortal Realm. Among the current Yudao Sect, no one knows the complete way to open this array. But Lu Qingyun Immortal Master once left an object, before coming, the Great Elder of the Blue Star Monarch personally handed over this thing to me, maybe this thing is the key to opening this array space. ”

After speaking, Qi Mu carefully took out a simple wooden hairpin from his arms.

The wooden hairpin is made of ordinary logs, and there is no trace of spiritual power on the surface, and it looks like a mortal object.

Qi Mu easily inserted the wooden hairpin into the bun above his head.

"Let me try it. Senior Brother Qi Mu said.

With that, Qi Mu strode over to the altar.

He first circled around the altar of Nuoda unhurriedly, and as he walked, he kept throwing white triangular flags and placing them on the periphery of the altar.

After a circle, a full half pillar of incense, Qi Mu had already arranged one hundred and eight array flags.

Next, Qi Mu pinched the spell with both hands, and on his fingertips, milky white spiritual light intertwined.

Then Qi Mu squatted down abruptly and pressed his hands on the ground in front of him. With the naked eye, he saw that the Confucian runes overflowed from his palms like spiritual snakes, and quickly surged towards the altar opposite.

"Buzz".

The whole ground trembled.

Before, the one hundred and eight array flags he had arranged shot out a milky white spiritual light, and the spiritual light surged upwards and connected into a large piece, like a huge umbrella of light covering the entire altar in it.

After doing all this, Qi Mu stood up and took a slight breath. Then he observed it for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "It seems that the formation is not abnormal for the time being." ”

Qi Mu turned around and said with a serious face towards Yun Fei beside him: "Senior Brother Yun Fei, be careful next. After a while, I forcibly tried to open the formation with the power of the enchantment, and it was inevitable that the defensive prohibition would be triggered. I don't know what the defensive prohibition of this formation is, I'm afraid the power must be not small. ”

Yunfei understood. Zhan Yunfei also showed a serious expression.

Next, Qi Mu was full of Zhenyuan, and his gray robe was agitating like a ball.

Qi Mu recited the secret words of Confucianism in his mouth: "The way of heaven is the guide, the spirit of Haoran, and the Confucian enchantment...... Open!"

At the same time, he struck a wheel-like spell with both hands and landed on the surface of the umbrella-shaped barrier on the opposite side.

The enchantment shuddered suddenly, and countless seal characters emerged from its surface, and these characters continued to flip regularly, like a breeze turning a book, which was dazzling.

Suddenly, a powerful enchantment force was thrown into the altar below.

Under the forcible touch of the power of the barrier, the entire altar was shaken.

But I saw a strange situation.

On the surface of the lowest layer of the altar, the original ancient Confucian seal characters began to rotate rapidly, and they were connected into pieces, like ink swaying. After a while, a large ink pattern appeared.

In the ink pattern, on the bank of the willows, a Confucian scholar stands with a scroll, and a river on the opposite side is rippling in spring, and the charm is natural.

Immediately afterward, the whole picture suddenly twisted and turned into a pitch black, as if it had been altered with a giant ink pen.

Suddenly, a phantom of a brush the size of ten zhang suddenly appeared on the surface of the altar.

The illusory shadow of the brush quickly turned, and the tip of the pen was just aimed at Zhan Yunfei and Qi Mu on the opposite side. The spirit snake that seems to smell its prey, the brush phantom pen waved.

Brush!

Out of thin air, a black ink streak was thrown out.

"Buzzing", the ink marks condensed, and a huge mountain of ink dozens of zhang tall was conjured, which was directly suppressed towards the location of Zhan Yunfei and Qi Mu.

When the ink mountain descended, ripples appeared in the void, and the powerful oppressive force was several times more terrifying than the real mountain rocks.

"It's the 'power of writing and condensing truth' in the six arts of Confucianism!" Qi Mu reminded loudly.

At this moment, Zhan Yunfei beside him had already made a move.

With a bang, the long sword in the sword box behind Zhan Yunfei was unsheathed.

The Confucian sword is three feet, the whole body is ice blue, like a carving of ice, hovering above Zhan Yunfei's head.

This sword is Zhan Yunfei's natal sword, named "Ice Spirit".

When Zhan Yunfei traveled in the far north, he accidentally obtained a piece of natural ice. This ice spirit is produced in the center of the extremely cold iceberg, and it took many years to absorb the essence of ice before it was coincidentally formed. Coincidentally, Zhan Yunfei's physique was the body of ice spirit, and it resonated with it before it was retrieved by Zhan Yunfei. Later, from this 10,000-year-old ice spirit as the main material, it was refined into a Confucian sword by the master of the Yudaomen refining instrument, which became Zhan Yunfei's beloved thing, and sacrificed the life sword - the Ice Spirit Sword.

As soon as the Confucian Sword Ice Spirit appeared, it swayed out a cold air all over the sky, and the cold air melted into frost, and the large meadow below was instantly covered with a white "gauze coat".

It shows the extraordinary temperament of the gods.

Extraordinary!

Extraordinary!

Without stopping for a moment, Zhan Yunfei urged the gong body, and the white clothes flew like clouds, and then one hand was a little more empty.

Liu Haiyu is a Confucian disciple and a sword cultivator, and his swordsmanship is a genius. He is a well-known peak swordsman among the younger generation of Yudaomen.

"A sword flying snow!"

Suddenly, the Ice Spirit Sword above his head let out a humming sound, and slashed out with a sword towards the giant mountain of ink that was attacking from the opposite side.

The sword intent is full of strength, the sword edge is flying snow, and the sword qi is extremely windy.

"Boom, boom!"

White and black collide high in the sky, and I don't know if white paints black white, or black stains white black.

Black and white are staggered, the sword qi roars like a dragon, and Moshan roars like a tiger.

The two are deadlocked in the air, refusing to give in to each other.

Qi Mu on the side stared at the changes on the altar opposite.

"Generally speaking, when a powerful formation spell is activated, it will be blessed with the power of the formation foot or array eye. As long as I find the foot of this formation, I will suppress it with the wooden hairpin left by Lu Immortal Master, and when this first layer of formation prohibition can be broken, it will be the time to open this formation space. ”

Thinking in his heart, Qi Mu's eyes lit up.

He found that in the corner of the first layer of the altar opposite, when the formation ban was activated, there were abnormal spiritual power fluctuations.

"This is one of the positions. ”

With a judgment, Qi Mu urged his feet, and the gray robe behind him danced, soaring into the air like a gray crane, and the speed was so fast that he arrived at the altar in a blink of an eye.

The huge brush phantom that appeared outside the first layer of the altar was originally fighting with the flying sword that Zhan Yunfei sacrificed, but it seemed to see Qi Mu approaching.

The pen turned and flicked outward.

The ink color was a little, the ink marks turned into shape, and a long ink-colored flying sword slashed straight towards Qi Mu's back.

"How can I let you hurt Senior Brother Qi Mu. ”

Zhan Yunfei let out a loud shout, and his figure turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

The next moment, behind Qi Mu, a figure flashed, and Zhan Yunfei appeared.

As soon as Zhan Yunfei stretched out his hand, the ice blue color in his palm flashed, and the Ice Spirit Sword was clutched in his hand.

He stabbed out with a sword in his right hand, fast and accurate.

The tip of the Ice Spirit Sword and the tip of the attacking ink-colored longsword collided incomparably in one place.

Zhan Yunfei's mana urged, and the arm holding the long sword shook, and an ice dragon qi flew out from the ice spirit sword in his hand.

The ice dragon's qi swirled, and the ink-colored long sword on the opposite side was wrapped around strongly.

"Sword intent frozen!"

Click, the ice dragon's qi turned into an ice dragon, and the inky sword was frozen inside.

With a "bang", the ice dragon shattered into countless tiny ice crystals, and the power of the ink sword was scattered without a trace.

Qi Mutou, who rushed in front, did not look back. He firmly believed in his heart that Zhan Yunfei could block this sword for him.

Before the brush phantom could attack again, Qi Mu had already rushed to the position where he had found it.

He pulled out the wooden hairpin that had been inserted in the bun on his head, clenched his hands tightly, and thrust it towards the foot.