Wang Mian can be said to be extremely unlucky, he came to the auction house early, waited for a whole day and night, until the end of the auction, did not leave, still waited inside, but did not even see Duan Mingxiao's shadow at all, as a result, fell asleep in a box, or the next day, a maid came to call him twice, then woke up, and left the auction house in a gray manner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Damn, where the hell is this kid!"

After Wang Mian walked out of the auction house, he said angrily, let himself wait for a full day and a night, and there was not even a shadow, what does this mean, didn't he mean to go to the auction house?

In desperation, he had to stay in a nearby inn and wait for Duan Mingxiao's arrival.

And the man he was looking for was sleeping in a comfortable room.

Mo Lingxuan lay beside him, gently leaned on his shoulder, and fell asleep deeply, sleeping very sweetly, Duan Mingxiao's breath was very stable, and it seemed that there was no big problem.

Ling Kuan was still as leisurely as ever, after all, such a large Spirit Weapon Pavilion was not just a refiner, not to mention that he was also an emperor-level refiner, let alone a figure who made a move easily, so he was naturally happy.

However, now Ling Kuan looked a little sloppy, his hair was messy, and his mind was also a little irritable, and the ground in front of him was scattered with broken stones piled up like a hill, all of which were stone slabs used to practice the formation, which were broken after failure, which showed how hard Ling Kuan had put in.

Picking up a good stone slab again, trying to calm down his irritability, he picked up the stone pen that was only the size of a fingernail, and began to carve the pattern of the spirit array on the stone slab.

The flowing movements, swift and perfect, are constantly depicted, overlapping, intersecting, converging, forming a complex pattern, faintly able to see the appearance of an epiphany.

As Youtanhua gradually took shape, Ling Kuan's face also began to become nervous, every time it was in a similar position here, resulting in unstable spiritual power, and the entire array fell short, this time, it was natural to be cautious.

The original smooth movements gradually slowed down, and even, every stroke required a lot of effort, and it took a long time for a stick of incense to draw a short line, but at least, it did not cause fluctuations in spiritual power.

It went on like this, Ling Kuan's head was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and after a night of carving, he was naturally exhausted, but he knew that this time it was likely to succeed in one fell swoop, if this was the case, then he would be able to learn this powerful and practical spirit array.

Although he didn't have Duan Mingxiao's consent, he believed that he was not such a stingy person, since he dared to perform it in front of him, he was not afraid of others learning it, besides, the difficulty of this formation, even some formation-level characters may not be able to arrange it at one time, which shows how high the difficulty is.

An hour passed quickly, and the spirit array in Ling Kuan's hand was only one last step, as long as this last stroke could completely connect all the lines together, it would be considered a great achievement.

However, the entire spirit array had a total of 1,700 spirit lines depicted, and it was simply difficult to connect all of these spirit lines together at once, and even Ling Kuan had carved them so many times, but he couldn't find a way to connect them all.

Holding the slate, Ling Kuan's eyes were deep and confused, he didn't know how to depict this last step, after all, the depiction on the slate and the real use of spiritual power to condense the formation are two concepts, the lines on the slate cannot be changed if they are drawn, and the spiritual power is changeable, and the formation patterns can be staggered, so as to change into the result you want.

Looking at the intricate and budding flowers on the slate, Ling Kuan was hesitant, and his hand hanging on the slate was a little trembling and nervous.

Sou....

Just when Ling Kuan just wanted to depict the last line, a sound of breaking wind came, and a knife instantly crossed the stone slab, leaving a pale green spiritual line, perfectly connecting all the lines together, the original budding Euepiphyllum was actually alive, slowly blooming, the little fluorescence continued to spread, and the entire formation began to run continuously, forming a faint light curtain, protecting the Euepiphyllum in it, spinning, and finally blooming, as if it could faintly smell the faint fragrance.

"Boy, are you awake?"

Ling Kuan turned around and saw Duan Mingxiao holding a long knife, and asked with some excitement.

"Well, thank you seniors for taking me in, this formation, even if it's a favor from my seniors."

Duan Mingxiao said with a smile, put away the long knife, Mo Lingxuan rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, and walked out, but accidentally bumped into Duan Mingxiao's back at the door, covering his nose and looking at Duan Mingxiao, looking like what are you doing standing here.

"Do you two have any plans to go to the Netherworld to find traces of the Netherworld?"

Ling Kuan carefully put away the stone slab that exuded a rich aura, stood up, and asked the two of them.

"Well, there are some things that have to be solved."

Duan Mingxiao nodded, and unconsciously looked at Mo Lingxuan beside him, this small action happened to be discovered by Ling Kuan.

"There's something I don't know if I should ask or not."

Ling Kuan seemed to be a little hesitant and said.

"Senior, please speak."

Duan Mingxiao said respectfully.

"Look at the dark qi you cast, it seems to be pure dark qi, the richness is even comparable to the bloodline of the Hades, where did you get it?"

Ling Kuan was originally a person from the underworld, so he was naturally very familiar with the underworld, although he had now dispersed the underworld qi and cultivated his spiritual power, he still remembered the degree of the underworld, and the underworld qi on Duan Mingxiao's body was definitely not an ordinary underworld qi, and it could even be said to be the level that the king-level bloodline in the underworld could only reach.

"Senior, this one, is the daughter of the Hades King, Mo Lingxuan, and I, control a part of the Hades Holy Weapon, the broken Immortal Heart, thus cultivating the Hades Qi."

Duan Mingxiao said flatly, not hiding anything at all, after all, Ling Kuan's contact during this period of time was not a scheming and ruthless person, worthy of trust.

"What? Daughter of Hades? No wonder, when I left, the Hades had not yet given birth to her, and besides, you were able to control the Hades Artifact! ”

Ling Kuan suddenly realized, no wonder the aura of the underworld of these two people is extremely rich, Mo Lingxuan is the daughter of the Hades King, and it is nothing to have the strongest level of the underworld, but Duan Mingxiao actually mastered the immortal heart that only the king-level bloodline can control in the underworld, no wonder he can cultivate the underworld qi, and the purity is so high.