The sound of clicking and clicking shocked people's hair almost to stand on end.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the square inch under his feet was covered with half-foot-long sharp blades.

"it!" Yang Jun couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth. Before his feet were pierced with holes, he had already withdrawn the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and stood on it.

But there was a gray mist at the top and a white blade at the bottom. Looking around blankly, there was no way out.

Is this going to roll a nail board?

If you really want to roll the top board, Yang Jun is not afraid. He is covered in skin and flesh, not to mention anything else, and he can't die if he dares to pack a ticket full of holes. The spirit of the cold spirit rolls around in the body, and the taste is no better than being pierced into a hedgehog.

The key is how to get through this hurdle!

He's like a cow nibbling on a pumpkin right now, and he can't find a place to put his mouth at all.

Yang Jun stood on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, looking left and right, his eyes were full of sharp blades that flashed brightly to the light of the knife, but there was not a single ghost, and he didn't know what happened to Jiang Linxian and Jingjing.

I also thought that Jiang Linxian knew a lot about the things of the Misty Hidden Realm, and he was quietly quirky and full of scheming. It is said that the three stinkers have beaten Zhuge Liang, maybe the three of them get together and can brainstorm an idea.

But now it's in vain to think about this, these thoughts are just going through in his mind, Yang Jun's brows are furrowed, and the center of his eyebrows has turned into a shallow Sichuan character pattern.

You can't stand still, it's better to take a step than to think about a thousand things here.

Yang Jun stepped on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and slipped in the direction he was facing.

The fog on the blade was thin, and the farther away from the ground it was, the thicker it became, as if to allow people to see the cold light flickering underneath.

But Yang Jun also faintly noticed that there was an invisible layer of imprisonment above his head, like a big net, covering his head, so that he could not get out of the restraints.

After holding it in the hidden realm for most of the day, he could already clearly feel the weakness of his body, as if he was deprived of oxygen, his whole body was a little weak, and he couldn't even fly ten thousand butcher knives.

In this hidden space, there is a kind of suppressive power for outsiders, perhaps this is one of the potential rules of the Misty Hidden Realm.

When I looked up, the high place was also a fog, so it was better to walk low in the sky to see if there was anything different.

But everywhere you go, there is a dead silence. A few feet below his feet, the black ground could still be seen in the gap between the white blades, and in the distance, only a piece of sword light could be seen from an oblique perspective.

After going around a few times, Yang Jun finally gave up the idea of flying out.

The ground covered with black patterns under his feet was like the palm of a Buddha's hand, and no matter where he reached, he could not see the edge. This is the height of the road, the height of the devil is one foot.

However, at the moment, he himself is the Monkey King who can't get out of the palm of the Buddha's hand.

At first, he was still a little impatient, whether it was the gap between Wu En with a knife or the pattern marks without a knife, Yang Jun couldn't completely distinguish the origin of these carvings on the ground.

Layers of fog made it impossible for him to overlook the entire field from above. A leopard in the tube, only a glimpse.

Although Yang Jun had suspicions that these pattern notches were some far-reaching formation or other mechanism, it was also possible that these patterns could touch and control the sharp blades all over the ground. But from the square inch in front of him, it is difficult to see the whole picture, and he can't see anything.

He slowed down the pace very slowly, took out the patience of doing interesting problems and walking the maze lines, first found a thread, and then followed the line, all the way down.

Now he has the advantage of having a strong memory. Following the black and white line for nearly a kilometer, Yang Jun also drew a long tangled line in his mind.

These lines are obviously not simple totems, Yang Jun guessed, they should be attached patterns.

The monks of the Shengzhou Continent are not unfamiliar with these patterns. In particular, the master of the caster can draw patterns of different difficulty levels with spiritual power on the magic weapons, and can bless these magic weapons to varying degrees. Some are able to increase attack performance, while others can increase defense functions.

Similar patterns have been seen by Yang Jun on Jiang Linxian's Hantan Moon and the quiet Mandarin Duck Yue, and he has also seen it on more of the same sect's magic weapons.

But none of them can have the boundless pattern under their feet.

If it weren't for picking out a thread, Yang Jun would feel that no matter where he stood or looked around from that angle, he would feel that he had stayed in the same place and had not moved at all.

Yang Jun's face did not move, and he still frowned slightly, but he muttered a little in his heart. I feel like a drop of water in the sea, a tree in the forest, no matter which direction I look at, it is a boundless and vast sea.

What kind of knife mountain is this, this is a sea of knives!

Yang Jun was thinking, his eyes were still glued to the line on the ground and did not move, there seemed to be an invisible white paper in his mind, and while his eyes wandered, a pen drew lines on the paper.

Chu Ke had not yet mastered the spiritual know-how, but his cultivation was meticulous, and the corresponding exercise secrets were limited by the level of cultivation, and he could not practice, so he read a lot of other related classics, and what he learned was mixed.

I haven't seen the atlas with the pattern well, but the lines carved in front of Yang Jun's eyes have never been seen before.

Yang Jun, who couldn't find a way out, dedicated his patience to the pattern of this place.

In fact, this feeling is a bit like a student who has just taken a first year of high school math being thrown away and locked up in a small dark room to solve advanced math problems. Before, Yang Jun could spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

But now, in the silence on all sides, after months of tempering, his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and he is becoming more and more impatient.

I don't know if the lake was a lake or not, if the fog was fog or not, or if everything was just an illusion. After a few turns, he also knew that he would not be able to get out without breaking the illusion here.

In the world of nothingness, there are only two clues: a full of patterns and sharp blades. Yang Jun can only start from what he sees in front of him to break the game.

There is no sun and moon in the hidden world, and Yang Jun can't even feel the passage of time.

But as he wandered, the lines on the paper in his mind became longer and denser, and gradually appeared one after another incomplete figures.

Because from the beginning to the present, he has been chasing a line, without a head or a tail. It seems to be a line that forms this overwhelming net under our feet.

Yang Jun also gradually found some clues from the patterns that appeared in his mind.

Although the pattern is less complete, the outline of three or four small patterns is faintly visible. One of them was already a third full, the remaining one was about a fifth, and the remaining two were only a corner.

Although there are not many, they can already be seen in the outline of the two patterns that gradually appear. These small patterns should be exactly the same.

This made Yang Jun breathe a sigh of relief.

Just like solving a series of problems, being able to find a pattern is simple. I couldn't find a pattern, so I could only look at the numbers on the paper dumbfounded.

With a little more time to fill in this small pattern, you'll be able to figure something out of the pattern.

Outside the hidden realm, Qingyun Zhenren sighed.

"It's not a good job. If I had known, I wouldn't have come out with you! ”

Listening to the somewhat complaining tone, Mu Yizhen only hooked the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his solemn face.

Qingyun Zhenren's tone was familiar to him and already a little unfamiliar.

Many years ago, when they were just disciples under their respective masters, the two of them had a very good personal relationship, and they would often take tasks from the elders of Wendaotang, run errands, and then change exercises and magic weapons.

Qingyun Zhenren talks a lot, while Mu Yizhen has always been silent. The two of them rarely quarrel, but if they encounter a tricky task, Qingyun Zhenren will also complain like this.

But after complaining, the two of them still have to do something, fight hard to break the blood, and also take the task down.

I don't know if it's due to the comfortable feeling of nesting in the recliner, Mu Yizhen's expression was a little relaxed at the moment, and his tone was a lot softer.

"In that case, junior brother, you can not come."

Qingyun Zhenren was stunned. From the time when the first two people went on a mission, he complained twice, and Mu Yizhen would not come back like this.

He half-sat up in surprise, looked at Mu Yizhen who was in a leisurely posture on the other side of the recliner, couldn't help laughing, and teased: "Senior Brother Mu Yi, I haven't seen you like this for many years!" ”

Mu Yizhen closed his eyes and was not moved in the slightest: "You're right, it's okay to relax once in a while." When I was young, I didn't understand this and thought you were too lax. Looking back now, I realize that you are a person who knows how to live. ”

Qingyun Zhenren smiled in his eyes: "Senior brother is optimistic about the kid with the knife?" ”

"Oh?" Mu Yizhen didn't open his eyes, "Don't you see it like that?" ”

Qingyun Zhenren laughed twice, noncommittal, and lay down again.

There was a cramped dark passage beside him, and it was pitch black all around, but he felt as comfortable as a bright starry sky above his head.

After a long time, he said leisurely: "It's just a glimmer of hope." In the past few years, there have not been many genius teenagers. ”

Now there's one who's crazy all day. It's a pity that that person is an elder, and Qingyun Zhenren refuses to assign that old ancestor in private.

He shook his head and said, "It's just that we've been waiting for the rabbit here for so long, and we haven't seen the rabbit coming, so it's a little boring." ”

Mu Yizhen slowly opened his eyes: "This shows that rabbits are not stupid!" ”

Qingyun Zhenren sighed helplessly.

"If it were a stupid rabbit, it wouldn't have been lying dormant in a fox's den for years without being noticed." After speaking, he felt that his analogy was not appropriate, and he wanted to make a haha perfunctory.

The figure suddenly paused, and raised his voice and said, "Three holes of cunning rabbits." Is this just one of them? Then why did you expose the place where the hidden realm is located? ”

Mu Yizhen looked at him with a smile: "You just remembered it." ”

"Whether it's three caves or thirty caves, there's no need to be in a hurry now, the mist hidden realm is what its sword is referring to. So, this time it's the rabbit that loses. ”

The place where the grain was dug out of the three caves was served, but the loss was not the cunning and ruthless rabbit? (To be continued.) )