Click!

Below the jade pendant, the ice cracked, a large mist steamed, Ah Long's hands were loosened, and the jade pendant had been taken off and left on the ground.

He straightened up, pinched his hands, and pointed to one place.

I saw that the steaming mist began to flow again, surging in the direction he was pointing.

After the incense case, Michiko looked at the mist pouring towards Humen, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Finally fooled, really thought I was a soft persimmon?

She reached out and pressed the protrusions at both ends of the bowl and twisted it hard.

I saw that the heavenly disk in the pan was directly flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, and it was turned upside down.

The reverse side is also engraved with the direction of the eight gates, but it is completely different from the front direction.

"Oh no!

Outside the hospital, Uncle Feng exclaimed, looked down, but saw a trace of smoke coming out of the soles of his feet, and after a while, a fire was ignited.

He hurriedly dropped the canopy ruler, jumped up, stood on top of the one-legged golden rooster.

Scrambling to extinguish the flame that ignited his shoes, he stared in astonishment at the churning mist in the courtyard.

The original direction and fortune of the fog had been understood by him, but at this moment, the fog was like an adolescent child, completely reversed direction, refused to be controlled by his guidance, and moved in the opposite direction.

How could he suddenly regurgitate? Uncle Feng was shocked.

The scorching breath was steaming under his feet, as if an invisible flame was licking his feet, and the heat was unbearable.

This is clearly the image of Jingmen's departure from the palace, although Jingmen belongs to Zhongping Gate in the eight gates, but it happens to be restrained with Qianjin, hedged with Kanshui, and combined in the current formation, it is not much stronger than the fierce gate, and it is even more troublesome.

However, even if it is regurgitation, it is also a hurdle position as opposed to leaving the position, that is, the door under his feet is not the door he always thought he had always thought, but the door is closed.

But isn't the one inside who has been living in the Kan Palace and sitting in the Hugh Gate? Could it be that she has been sitting in the open door?

In the courtyard, Ah Long also stood on tiptoe, struggling to grasp his balance.

He suddenly felt that the cold surroundings had become stuffy, as if he had entered a sauna, and he soon became sweaty.

"Why did it stop?"

He hooked his index finger, but there was no response.

Sweat wet his hair, his body was stiff, and he couldn't wipe it, so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pot, but he was helpless.

At the edge of the mist, the gate dragged a knife, and slashed at a member of the SWAT team who raised a gun to knock down the Jiuju gunman.

Shout!

A long arrow burst through the air and struck him with a volley of blades.

The tremendous force directly shook the blade into a deflection and almost broke it directly.

Who?

He looked in amazement at the back mountain under the night sky.

A little black shadow expanded rapidly, and he subconsciously raised his knife to check, but the black shadow was faster than him, and it pierced his left shoulder first.

Poof!

Blood was carried out of the body by the arrow and gushed backwards.

He staggered back two steps, and as soon as the gate was firmly established, several thin cow hair needles flew in from behind and sank into the back of his neck.

His body stiffened, his eyes widened instantly, and he threw himself forward, falling to the ground.

Gashan walked out of the fog, and he looked at the long arrow nailed to the left shoulder of the gate, and his expression was a little strange.

Scold!

Whoosh!

The praying mantis was faster than a knife, but it couldn't hit Yan Zhen.

There were seven Yan Zhen in front of him, each doing the same action.

These were all illusions formed by Yan Zhen in front of him to confuse his vision.

With a single slash, the illusion shatters, but immediately a new illusion appears.

He was not discouraged, he just slashed out one after another, like basic training that would not be stopped every day, meticulously.

Two, three...... The number of illusions he could slash at one time began to increase, which made Yan Zhen feel more stressed, but he seemed to enjoy it.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and began to try to use his hearing to make a move, almost slashing Yan Zhen's right shoulder.

Hurriedly dodging, Yan Zhen anxiously looked into the mist.

Why hasn't it been done yet?

Outside the courtyard, Uncle Feng looked at the surging mist, his five fingers moved, and he calculated quickly, but it was not right.

Wrong!

He suddenly thought of something, and as soon as his mind moved, he jumped up, rolled half a circle in the air, poked out the canopy ruler, and pointed it on the ground.

Then, his whole body was turned upside down on the canopy ruler with his head and feet, looking towards the mist.

Really!

He looked at the surging trajectory of the fog and suddenly realized.

It turned out that the opponent's formation was anti-cloth, no wonder he was wrong, it turned out to be the opposite.

Turning over and standing up, he glared angrily at the courtyard.

It's really foolish, such a mess of yin and yang, no wonder he was driven out as a crooked way.

The jade pendant has been regarded as an array eye, and has become a part of the Yin array, and he can't use it anymore, so he can only think of a way from the aspect of the operation of the formation.

The fog surged, and he was far away from the formation, and he was quite embarrassed, so you can imagine how hard Ah Long in the formation would be.

There was no time left for him to think about it, and after noticing the problem, he immediately manipulated Ah Long to leave his position and step to the left.

If the position he is in has become Jingmen, then his left side should be the Gate of Death, that is, the Kun hexagram.

The door of death is the fierce door of the fierce door, the five elements of the kun hexagram belong to the soil, the so-called emperor and queen earth, if the other party really sits in the town to open the door, corresponding to the trigram, then Uncle Feng stepped out, even if he did not die, he would immediately separate the monarch and the minister, lose control, and declare the failure of the fight.

However, as soon as he stepped out, he suddenly felt a fresh breeze on his face, and his body was cool, and he suddenly relaxed.

Bet right!

Ah Long in the formation was manipulated and took a step to the left, although it was only a step, but there was a difference between heaven and earth.

It was as if he had suddenly returned from the hot summer to the cool spring, and he was instantly cool.

After Uncle Feng saw the opponent's anti-layout formation, he already knew that the position of the eight gates of the Yin Formation had been completely reversed.

Therefore, the door of death on their left has become the door of death, and the door of death on the right side is the real door of death.

After the incense case, Michiko's face turned cold, and she snorted coldly: "Actually guessed? Damn!"

Uncle Feng outside the hospital was in a good mood, as the so-called death and then life, he chose this step, and suddenly reversed the situation.

Dumen belongs to the Xun hexagram, which clashes with the Qiangua and restricts the Kun hexagram, and Michiko sits in the open door and is opposite to it.

Dumen is a little murderer, but also Zhongping, a square of Tibetan form, and a backlash in the Qiangong.

In other words, as long as he steps into the door next, he will be able to turn against the guest and take back control again!

Looking to the right, the door opened after the regurgitation After the door of death and shock, he bit the tip of his tongue, took a mouthful of blood, and jumped towards the door.

Inside the courtyard, Michiko guessed his plan, and had already stood up with the skull, staring solemnly at the surging mist.

Suddenly, the mist rushed towards her position, and she immediately held down the celestial disc and spun it to the right.

However, a faint color of blood suddenly appeared in the mist, and the speed was a little faster.

"Not good!"

She let out a low cry and hurriedly blocked it in front of her.

The blood-colored mist poured in, touched the skull, and actually let out a "snort", corroding the surface of the plate with a little trace, Michiko took the opportunity to retreat, and after retreating to the door of the house, it was already out of the range of the Yin Array.

As she withdrew, the fog lost its previous thickness, and began to evaporate lightly upward, dissipating into the sky, revealing the crowds of people on both sides of the melee in the courtyard.