Seeing the towering mountain that Chen Yi pointed to, several people were a little dumbfounded, feeling that it was not as good as the opposite direction, at least they knew that they had gone astray. It's good now, let's make a big circle and still that destination.

It's just that because they have seen the strangeness of this Qimen ** formation one after another, everyone no longer dares to say a word, so they can only act according to Chen Yi's command.

Chen Yi drew eight talismans in this door of death, and the seven people except Chen Yi each held one, which were arranged in eight directions, and only the position of the southwest door of death was vacant.

What Chen Yi has to do is to restrain the aura of this dead door and make the woods no longer chaotic, so this dead door is a vacancy. There are also exactly seven people who can move, and if even one person is injured, Chen Yi will not be able to go deep into the forest.

For the first time, the seven people saw that someone could not use any magic weapons, and only use seven spirit runes, and they laid down this Qimen Dunjia array everywhere, and they couldn't help but be surprised one by one, and there were many more complicated meanings in their eyes when they looked at Chen Yi.

When a few people stood in their respective positions, Chen Yi gave an order, and several people moved their steps together according to the formation of the previous drill, and began to intersperse with each other according to an extremely complex route, walking, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes walking and sometimes stopping.

Qimen Dunjia is not a fixed thing, but always running, always stopping, just like this larger Qimen ** array, it is also endless, always running.

Just like the flow of the five elements here, the ups and downs of the mist, the flowers here bloom and fall, the plants and trees flourish and wither, it is always changing.

Call!

Yang Yunyi, who was holding the Xuanwu Rune, suddenly increased his speed, and he was a big cut faster than the others, and then, there was a sudden wind in this heaven and earth, and there was originally a wind on the mountain, but this wind was strange and abnormal, not only flying sand and stones, but also just rotating back and forth in a small circle of several people.

He Qingqing, who was holding the ** rune, only felt as if he was being pushed by a force behind him, involuntarily, and his speed suddenly increased, and then, the wind was stronger, raging, and the sand was all over the sky.

Almost at the same moment, the value rune in Chu Haimen's hand suddenly became hot, and his position happened to be on the Southwest Kun Death Gate.

Call!

It's just this moment, everyone doesn't know whether it's an illusion or a reality, and they actually feel a sudden relaxation in their hearts, like a big stone that has been pressing on their hearts has been removed.

The moon is brighter, the sky is clearer, and even the trees on the mountain are dancing happily.

The wind rises, and the dead air is over!

At the same time, Chen Yi, who was standing not far away to observe and command everyone, suddenly rose from a stationary state to a high-speed gallop, which was faster and faster than the rabbit.

He stepped on the sharp stones, scraped the shaking branches, shook off the leaves above his head, and galloped down to the woods.

Whoa......

The calm woods began to shake at this moment, and the sound was strange and violent, like countless ghosts screaming in anger.

Because someone wants to take their "spoils" by force!

Large and small, hundreds of vines poked out from the cracks in the leaves, like countless poisonous snakes, waiting for the prey to take the initiative to come to the door, ready to launch a fierce blow at any time.

The prey came to the door, but they failed to catch it and strangle it as before!

The rattans were like mira, like a patient who had lost his strength, his speed dropped by a lot, his strength weakened by nearly half, and even the sharp barbs that grew on their bodies became listless.

The Qimen Dunjia array formed by seven people is still running, and the Xunfeng is even more wild, and the value talisman is in the death gate, firmly restraining the death qi, and those rattans have lost the support of the death qi, even if they have the intention to kill the enemy, they are powerless to return to the sky.

Whoa......

Chen Yi guarded several daggers around his body, flying up and down, impermeable, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing into the woods, cutting off several branches and rattans, grabbing Yang Lingyu who was tied to the trunk of the tree, and then flew back.

Just when Chen Yigang wanted to retreat, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw dense corpses hanging on the trees inside, human and animal, like the remnants after the end of the world, except for the dark green trees that were about to turn black, the others were corpses, shriveled and smelly corpses.

The momentary shock did not delay Chen Yi for a long time, he avoided cutting off those entwined branches, grabbed Yang Lingyu's corpse, and quickly retreated.

Whew......

The wind rising from the flat ground was weakening, Chu Haimen wanted to stay in the door of death, but the invisible force did not let him get his wish, pushed him, from the middle of the door of death, slowly moved forward to the edge of the door of death, and then completely stepped out of the door of death, into the place of the gate, and the wind flow that suddenly rose was completely disappeared at this moment, if it were not for the fact that everyone had sand in their mouths and their bodies covered with mud, they would even have the illusion that this wind had never appeared the same.

The wind stopped, and the rattans got out of the mire again, and danced wildly, and the whipped trees crackled, and the branches and leaves rained like rain.

It's just that Chen Yi also broke away from the range of the woods at this moment, and the sparse rattans that broke through the ground along the way could not pose a threat to him at all. He ran all the way back to the crowd.

He Qingqing, who moved the mountain gate and Chu Haimen, also stopped, sweating profusely and panting, especially He Qingqing, a touching pink appeared on his fair face, looking at Chen Yi who was gradually approaching, and his peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance.

She felt that Chen Yi was like a general who had returned victorious, riding a horse, entering the enemy formation, and returning from the rank of general among the millions of troops.

With the gentle moonlight sprinkled and hundreds of millions of stars in the background, Chen Yi at this time was so tall and mighty, with a tall body and broad shoulders, as if he could resist a single qiē in this world.

Chen Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down Yang Lingyu, who was already cold and stiff, and after a little examination, he found that the ulna of his right arm was broken inch by inch, that is, a comminuted fracture, and he was still holding a rope and a branch in his left hand.

He had several wounds on his body, abrasions on his legs and feet, and scratches on his palms, which should have been left by the violent struggle when he was dragged in by the rattan.

And his chest, abdomen, back and other parts have holes the thickness of six or seven index fingers, the skin and flesh are rolled, and the blood has coagulated into a dark black. His face still had the fear and pain on his face before he died, his eyes bulging out, and his seven orifices bleeding, hideous and terrifying.

Seeing that Yang Lingyu's body was carried back, everyone didn't grieve anymore, in the past few days, they seemed to have used up all their sorrows, and they had long been numb to the separation of life and death.

Yang Fuchen woke up, looked at the corpses all over the ground, was stunned, and only after a while did he order his disciples to bury them on the spot.

Although there is no good feng shui, although there is no gorgeous tomb palace, and there are no expensive funeral goods, this is already a very perfect ending for people who have been upside down for a lifetime.

At the very least, you can still be buried after death.