As if to verify his thoughts, An Yun tried to switch from internal to external breath and took a gentle breath.

Yes, there was fresh air at the end of her nose, like in the flowers and trees of the valley.

Three feet underground, surrounded by hard mud and rock, she could breathe the freshest air.

She wants it, and this world will give it, because she is the master of the small world of Forgotten Sorrow Valley, and her will is above any existence.

She set up a chaotic arrow array in the cemetery, and the entire Valley of Forgotten Sorrows was used into a chaotic arrow array, and those blades of grass were the random arrows she shot. She put down the star array, so Shi Tieshu turned into a meteor and galloped, smashing towards Ning Xiangzhi.

These are the simplest and most basic formations, most of them are military formations in the human realm, although the power is insufficient, but it is incomparably simple, and the formation is not wasted.

However, for some reason, the power of these basic formations was magnified by hundreds or thousands of times by the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and in terms of power alone, each formation was not inferior to the high-level formations.

Moreover, An Yun, as the lord of the Valley of Forgotten Worries, could clearly perceive that the valley had given each formation a special power. This mysterious power is primordial and ancient, giving it the feeling of being in a distant forgotten place, where there is only a dead silence.

An Yun laid down seventeen basic formations and formed a five-slashing plum chain array, and no one knew better than her the various changes and powers of the five-slashing plum chain array. She knew that this mysterious death-like power was not something that the Five Slashing Plum Formation could exert, this power seemed to come from the original mountain protection formation of the Valley of Forgotten Worries, the protective power that was about to disappear.

However, An Yun frowned, her divine sense was covered in every inch of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, every flower, grass, stone, and every stone and iron tree had her divine thoughts, but she couldn't find the original formation of the Valley of Forgotten Worries.

With her formation grandmaster-level attainments. Since the original guardian formation of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows could not be found, this was simply an incredible thing. An Yun couldn't help but be a little surprised, could it be that the formation attainments of the ancient giant witch clan had even surpassed the current cultivation realm a long time ago?

Where is this primordial powerful Wu Clan Guardian Array?

Until......

Until An Yun heard Qian Yuanzi's words, he said, this is not a formation. It's called the Circle of Annihilation.

It turned out to be a magic circle. Not a formation.

This discovery made An Yun's heart full of curiosity, how many ancient secrets are hidden in this small valley? Why did the ancient witch clan know the formation? Will you be in a circle again?

Could it really be as she had guessed before, that the Ancient Wu Clan was the founder of the formation, and at the same time, the founder of the magic circle, and they had created a brilliant formation and law civilization. And not just the legendary refining body and witch spells?

However, no matter what, An Yun is now full of power. Faith overflows from the depths of the heart and is transmitted to every pore of the body.

This earth-destroying power and self-confidence in her hands are given to her by the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows. Or rather, the spirit given to her by the ancient giant witch clan, domineering. There is no compromise, the spirit of death of those who stand in the way.

After countless times and reincarnations, the spirit of the ancient giant witch dominating the world once again awakened in An Yun's heart. She stared coldly at the three monks at the mouth of the valley, each of whom could raise his hand to kill her. But An Yun's eyes were indifferent. There wasn't even a ripple, as if looking at three jumping bugs.

Qian Yuanzi was the first to feel the gaze from the depths of the valley, the kind of indifferent gaze that looked down on the world, gave what he wanted, and everything was a dog.

He was slightly stunned, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Qian Yuanzi stood up straight silently, and after his not tall body slowly stood upright, a tsunami-like pressure followed, like a dark cloud pressing down on the ground, arrogantly pressing towards the gaze in the depths of the valley.

An Yun's heart beat suddenly, and her chest seemed to be smashed with a Wanjun giant hammer, if it weren't for the domineering spirit and strange power that Forget Worry Valley blessed on her, she would have shattered her whole body and died in that instant.

The Valley of Forgotten Sorrow suddenly became violent, and the gentle breeze blew violently, rolling a qiē plant in the valley swaying wildly, the chaotic leaves were like knives, the rocks were like hammers, the continuous low hills were collapsing one after another, and countless cracks one zhang wide opened on the ground, and dark red blazing magma surged in the cracks.

The Ancient Giant Witch Clan is the most domineering and violent race in heaven and earth throughout the ages, and there is no one. Being able to dominate the ancient times for tens of thousands of years with the power of one clan, the ancient clans did not dare to resist a point, so we know how domineering and arrogant the ancient witch clan is. No matter who dares to resist or disrespect the slightest bit of the clans, they will easily destroy the clan and destroy their ancestors.

Only the ancient Wu clan has always done whatever they want, how can any other race dare to be arrogant in front of the Wu clan?

Qian Yuanzi's arrogant and domineering aura directly detonated the domineering spirit left by the ancient Wu clan in the Valley of Forgetting Worries, although after 200,000 years of baptism, the strength and spirit of the ancient Wu clan in the valley were exhausted, but it was still not completely wiped out.

Forgotten Valley is like a domineering madman, and now someone dares to provoke it, so it is angry.

It doesn't matter if you forget the anger of the valley, but Ning Xiangzhi, who was already in a critical situation in the valley, was unlucky. The wind swept the chaotic leaves, constantly cutting the body protection true qi on his body, where did Ning Xiangzhi dare to hide his secrets, and threw out the life-saving magic weapons and runes in the Qiankun bag one after another, but he still couldn't resist the wind and chaotic leaves containing the law of silence.

What made matters worse for him was the cracked ground and the rocks falling from the air. Ning Xiang relied on the exquisite and wonderful steps of the Shangtang Palace, barely dodging countless gravels, but was smashed twice by several stone and iron trees that were smashed indiscriminately with the canopy.

In just two blows, Ning Xiang spurted golden blood from his straight mouth, and his body lost half of his weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. When I looked closely, I saw that his muscles seemed to disappear under the skin that was exposed to his clothes, leaving only the dry skin to wrap around the bones.

"Uncle Shi, help." Ning Xiangzhi was furious, his eyes were frightened and inexplicable, he looked at the valley mouth, and shouted at the figure who was not tall, but was incomparably majestic at this time: "Uncle Shi, for the sake of my master Qinghe Zhenren, please save me." ”

Qian Yuanzi's eyes were like a blazing sun, so bright that people couldn't look at them directly. The expression on his face was very excited, like a person who has been proud for thousands of years and suddenly looks back. Suddenly, he saw a man who was as proud as he was. Two proud people, two people who have been lonely for thousands of years, once they meet, how can they not be lively?

The tattered green shirt was obediently clinging to Qian Yuanzi's body, and his face looked proud, arrogant like a king. It seems that he is not wearing a tattered green shirt, but the most gorgeous and solemn imperial dress in the world.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers. What's more, it's just a small valley? Not to mention. Qianyuanzi is not a tiger, he is the king, he is here. Whatever was occupying this place, get out of the way. If he doesn't, he will run over him.

Similarly, the soul of Forget Valley is even more domineering. It is the brutal and domineering spirit inherited by the ancient giant witch clan to this day. Although the ancient giant witch clan has disappeared, their strong and immortal spirit is still left in the valley. They are the hegemons. The world is their food, and those who dare to resist will die!

Between the emperor and the overlord, all living beings seem so small. Even if Ning Xiangzhi was a Jindan Dacheng monk, he still didn't have the slightest power to resist. Like a candle in the wind, a fishing boat in the waves. The fire will go out at any time and the ship will capsize.

"Qianyuanzi, you dare to kill me. Are you really not afraid that my master will trouble you? Now that you are in addition to you, there are only Withered Leaf Dao people left, are you really not afraid of angering me to go to the Tang Palace to guide you to destroy the door? The Qianji Sect, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, is about to be destroyed in your hands, Qianyuanzi, are you really not afraid? ”

Ning Xiangzhi was sandwiched between two invisible but domineering forces, although both forces ignored him, but the aftermath of the confrontation between the two forces made him almost die several times, and he brushed shoulders with death several times.

He has sacrificed all the means to save his life, but he still can't stop the competition between Qian Yuanzi and Forget the Valley of Sorrow. One after another, his Jin Dan was originally left with sword marks by Bei Daosheng, and at this moment, the sword marks took the opportunity to attack, directly shattering his Jin Dan, and his cultivation fell like a flood.

Now Ning Xiangzhi couldn't care about anything else, and spit out threatening words in his mouth, threatening the survival of the Qianji Sect, and wanted Qianyuanzi to save his life.

"Noise!"

Qian Yuanzi flicked his fingers casually, and Ning Xiangzhi's hysterical screaming came to an abrupt end. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked down at the small hole in his chest. With a flick of his fingers, Qian Yuanzi lightly pierced the firescale soft armor he was wearing, and smashed a wisp of decaying power into his body.

Then, his body decayed from the inside out, like a swamp of fallen leaves, emitting a tattered stench, and there was no blood coming out of the small hole in his chest, only a yellow, stinking liquid that kept coming out.

Ning Xiangzhi slowly collapsed to the ground, like a mass of rotting meat.

Xie Feng looked at the scenes that passed quickly in front of him, his face turned pale, and he wanted to turn around several times to re-enter the spatial tunnel behind him, but he didn't dare. He had a hunch that if he really turned around, he would immediately become Ning Xiangzhi and Yuen Long, and maybe even worse.

Qian Yuanzi laughed loudly: "I don't know who you are, but you are qualified to fight me." I have been studying the magic circle for 4,000 years, so I will use the magic circle to break your magic circle to see if you, a witch who has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, are powerful, or I am stronger. ”

An Yun was silent, she understood that although Qian Yuanzi was talking in her direction, he was not really talking to her. He was just speaking to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, to the ancient giant who had planted a circle in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Qian Yuanzi challenged the ancient giant witch, isolating the challenge of time and space, and the magic circle was stronger than anyone else!

"It's not fair."

An Yun thought in his heart, the ancient giant witch clan completely disappeared with the death of the last clansman, Kuma, and what remained in the Valley of Forgotten Worries was only the breath of the witch clan's life.

The countless giant witches who built the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, the powerful giant witches who laid a magic circle for the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, the powerful giant witches who returned to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows during the annual sacrifice, and the more than 100 giant witches who lived in isolation in the valley for 200,000 years, old and young. Every member of the Giant Witch Clan has left a trace of the spirit and breath of the Giant Witch Clan in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and over time, this breath and spirit have become the breath and spirit of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

Therefore, what Qian Yuanzi challenged was not the real ancient giant witch, at best, what he challenged was only the traces that the ancient giant witch had left in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, or the traces that had been consumed by time for 200,000 years.

He challenged a wisp of incomparably weak traces of the Giant Witch Clansman who would dissipate at any time, and if he won, he would not win, and if he lost, his face would be even more shameless.

Of course, then again, if it is a real ancient giant witch, even if Qianyuanzi's mana reaches the sky, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand even a look from the other party, what challenge is there to talk about?

"Since you're going to fight, then fight." An Yun didn't know why, but he sensed the spirit of the valley, and naturally sent out his divine sense.

Then he added again contemptuously: "Kill you." ”

Her thoughts came out with her senses, and she knew that the terrifying young man would be able to sense her thoughts. That person, Ning Xiangzhi seemed to call him Qianyuanzi.

There are many monks in the cultivation world who have been called Qianyuanzi throughout the ages, but there is only one Qianyuanzi who comes from the Qianji Sect and is proficient in the magic circle. The Qianyuanzi who placed thirteen Taiyi Yuan water magic arrays on the surface of the Taotao River of the Minjiang River to prevent the Lingxi clan from crossing the river.

Qian Yuanzi really felt An Yun's divine sense, and the expression on his face became excited, like a lonely child seeing a novel toy, eager to dismantle it immediately.

An Yun also began to get excited, but she knew that this was not actually her love, it was just the love of Forget the Valley, and the Forget the Valley was excited, so she began to get excited.

However, there is one problem, An Yun does not understand the magic circle.

Formations and magic circles are two endless Dao methods, and even if they only study one of them, no monk dares to say that they have thoroughly studied the formations and magic circles. Even if An Yun had learned countless formations in his previous life, the original owner of the cave would probably not dare to say such a thing.

The original Giant Witch Clan in the valley left behind the Mountain Protection Array, and the power must have been devastating, but unfortunately, she could only feel the power of the mighty and incomparable, but she didn't know how to use this power.

But it doesn't matter, she will form a formation. As a formation cultivator with profound attainments in formation, An Yun had reason to be confident, and she also wanted to see if the formation was more powerful or the magic circle was stronger.

She wasn't worried that her cultivation was too low, and the power of the guide formation was insufficient. The Valley of Forgotten Sorrow made the power of the formation she arranged a hundred times more powerful, and also gave the formation the law of annihilation, which had already made up for the gap between her and Qian Yuanzi.

The formation is good at defending, and the magic circle is good at attacking.

is just like the situation of Qian Yuanzi and An Yun at this time. Qianyuanzi used a magic array to attack the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and An Yun used a formation to protect the Valley of Forgotten Worries.

"Come on." An Yun thought.

"Come on." Qianmotoko smiled. (To be continued)

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