So, the cultivators followed the Wu clan clone all the way, and under his leadership, they continued to travel all the way west, and the group was mighty, and there was no obstacle along the way. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After more than ten days, the group came again, in front of another portal, this portal is the same as the previous two!

The moment they saw this portal, many monks' faces showed unbelievable expressions, how many portals are there on the tenth floor of this Yellow Spring?!

The area around the third portal was also crowded with monks, some of them standing, some of them sitting cross-legged, and many of them had obviously been waiting here for a long time.

However, there are very few who dare to step into the portal, and the vast majority of monks are looking at this portal with vigilant eyes.

The Wu clone sat down in front of the portal, meditating quietly, and after dozens of breaths, he stood up and said lightly to the cultivators:

"Let's go..."

All the cultivators nodded their heads, and at this time they were all speechless, and a few monks began to think about it, as if they had realized something.

Under the leadership of the Wu clan clone, the cultivators continued to fly quickly north along the western direction of the tenth layer of Huangquan.

After more than ten days, as many monks had guessed, they came again, in front of another portal, and this was already the fourth portal!

After sitting in front of the fourth portal and meditating for dozens of breaths, the Wu clone stood up and waved at everyone.

"Let's go."

At this time, more monks flashed with a light of enlightenment in their eyes, and they realized something one after another, understanding that under the leadership of the Wu clone, there would be the next portal.

Sure enough, after continuing to fly in the northeast direction for more than ten days, the group saw the fifth portal again.

In front of the fifth portal, the Wu clone only stopped for a few breaths, closed his eyes slightly and meditated, and then continued to fly east with the cultivators.

Sixth Portal・・・Seventh Portal・・・

One after another, one day after more than three days, the Wu clan clone came to the seventh portal with all the cultivators.

This seventh portal is actually located in an ancient tree! This ancient tree is tall and towering, with lush foliage and vigorous vitality.

Only the middle part of it is hollow, which looks like it is naturally formed, and there is no trace of artificial carving at all.

It was from the middle of this ancient tree that thick black smoke slowly emerged, constantly shining with a shiny black light.

Many monks sat on the canopy of a giant umbrella, looking down into the hollow of the ancient tree, and some were flying high in the air, sweeping down with their divine senses.

The Wu clone sat down in front of the tree, closed his eyes, and meditated quietly, and more than half an hour had passed.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Seeing that the Wu clan clone was in continuous meditation, all the cultivators had already sat down one after another, and the three of them sat next to the Wu clan clone.

Gu Laojiu kept his eyes open, staring at the Wu clan clone with wide eyes, and he admired this little brother more and more.

He felt that cooperating with humans and demons was really the most correct decision he made, and he really didn't know how many things this guy still had in his head.

At this time, Sibede closed his eyes and meditated quietly, his face flashed with the light of enlightenment, this expression was very similar to the clone of the Wu clan!

The witch clone felt the ripple of wish from Sibed, and five hours later, the witch clone slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Sibed.

Sibed soon opened his eyes as well, his face turned back through the gap in his long hair, his eyes squinting at the witch clone, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Dry, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui."

The Wu clone said lightly.

"Dry, shock, kan, gen."

The corners of Sibed's mouth rose again, and a hint of heroic sympathy flashed on his face, and he said four of them lightly.

"What dumb riddle are you guessing?!!"

Gu Laojiu's eyes widened, and after looking at the Wu clan clone, he swept Xibeide again, and shouted at the top of his voice.

For cultivators, they are naturally familiar with gossip, and gossip is also the origin for them, and it is the most obvious thing in their hearts.

What the Wu clone and Sibed said was the gossip that everyone knew, and what Sibed said was the four yang hexagrams.

The eight trigrams are divided into yin and yang, Qian, Zhen, Kan, and Gen are the four yang hexagrams, and Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui are the four yin hexagrams. The vast majority of monks also understand this.

The clone of the Wu clan nodded slightly, it seems that Sibed's thoughts coincide with him, among the ten layers of this Yellow Spring, there should be a total of eight portals!

Moreover, these eight portals are distributed in the form of eight trigrams, which are located in the ten layers of Huangquan, namely the dry position, the earthquake position, the kan position, the Gen position, the kun position, the Xun position, the departure position, and the exchange position.

In addition, according to the judgment of the Wu clan clone, each portal is transmitted to the next independent layer, and the key at present is to find the eighth portal and judge which one is to the eighteenth layer of Huangquan!

According to various indications, the portal on the eighteenth floor of Huangquan should be located in one of the four yang hexagrams of Qian, Zhen, Kan, and Gen.

This point was in line with Sibed's, and it could be detected from the aura wafting from the ten layers of Yellow Springs, the warm sunshine, and the clear blue sky.

"Dry and exchange are gold, Kun and Gen are earth, Zhen and Xun are wood, Kan is water, and separation is fire and hexagram..."

After staring at Sibed for a while, the Wu clone lowered his head and muttered in his mouth, Sibed's expression was solemn, and his eyes flashed.

"Spirit Stone Vein・・・・The eighteenth layer of Huangquan has the only spirit stone vein in the Yellow Spring Realm..."

"Native Stone..."

The mouths of the witch clones and Sibed muttered one after another, as if inspiring each other, and like a collision of ideas, and gradually collided into sparks, which soon ignited into a raging fire.

"In the Gen position!"

"Northeast direction!!"

The Wu clone and Sibed sent out a voice almost at the same time, and the two were once again verified by the same in each other's eyes.

"Let's go!"

The Wu clan clone had a gritty light on his face, stood up quickly, waved at everyone, and the group followed suit, and everyone flew towards the northeast quickly.

Although the general direction has been determined, the exact location of the Gen position needs to be explored step by step.

Every time he flew for a while, the Wu clone stopped, spread his wish, and quietly perceived it for a while, and more than 30 days passed...

On this day, by a quiet river, the Wu clan clone stopped, and the cultivators stopped and looked ahead.

The river was not wide, and it flowed slowly, not fast, and here happened to be the bend of a river, and in the bend of the bend there was a small boat moored at this time.

An old man with gray hair was sitting alone, sitting quietly on the bow of the convertible boat, silently fishing alone.