In the wilderness and wasteland, the stars and moon were low, the blood-colored moonlight was hazy and demonic, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on a boulder by the side of the road, and the cold wind lifted the black cloak that covered his head and face.

The man appeared silently, as if he had been standing there as a dog.

The man in the black cloak looked up at the Blood Moon and muttered, "Demon Red Blood Moon, the night of killing, a bad omen." ”

At the moment when his murmur drifted away in the wind, suddenly a faint sound of the piano came, and the song was intermittent, but anyone who knew a little about music theory knew it.

"Yue Wang into the Formation Song", is the previous dynasty when the founding of the god of war Yue Wang made, Yue Wang Wen Neng Anbang Wu can set the country, is the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are also proficient, is a rare peerless figure, worthy of amazing admiration and admiration.

Listening to the music is sometimes low and treacherous, sometimes soft and deceptive, and suddenly it turns majestic, murderous, even if it is only hidden from time to time through the night wind, the listener has a kind of dangerous illusion, as if a little understanding will die. It's just terrifying.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" The man in the black cloak sneered disdainfully, and as soon as he appeared here, he felt that something was wrong, there was an almost lost formation ambushed around, and the interlocking compound formation was very clever, if an ordinary person walked in, the master of the rivers and lakes would die here in time, but for him, it was nothing.

"Huh...... Is it? Whether it's a small skill or not, it's not too late to wait until you break the formation. "In the cold wind, a voice as beautiful as the strings of the piano came to the heart, which was more charming than the sound of the piano.

"Is that you?" The man in the black cloak was a little surprised in his tone, and after thinking about it for a while, he smiled disdainfully: "You don't think you can kill me like this, do you?" ”

This voice is completely opposite to the previous gorgeous voice, one is like flowing water and flowers, clear and bright, and the other is like a dead wood bursting, revealing the exhausting breath of a dying wood.

"Just try it." Song Weijun also knew that he couldn't kill this old thing today, not to mention that his own purpose was not to kill him.

The man in the black cloak snorted coldly, and the black robe couldn't hide the fierce aura, as soon as his body moved, he was about to use the escape technique to disappear in place like before, but after pinching the handprint, he was still in place.

The power in the body is still there, then this space is imprisoned.

"I thought you were so good, but that's it." The black-cloaked man sneered, since his strength was still there, why was he afraid of this mere formation.

Song Weijun didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, his fingertips calmly plucked the strings, from fast to slow, but every tone sounded, but it seemed to have a thousand powers, the earth was dusty, and suddenly a palm-wide blue light lit up from the ground, like a fluorescent lamp lit up outside a modern building.

The color of the dark flame of the Yellow Spring lit up for a moment, like a sharp sword cutting through the air.

The black-cloaked man hurriedly dodged to avoid his body being cut in half, and turned to look at the long dark blue line of nearly 100 meters in the dark night, and his cloudy eyes hidden under the cloak were instantly fearful and greedy.

This is the power he has been longing for, he has been planning for thirty or forty years, and he is finally about to succeed, he will never forget the shock that he brought to him when he first saw that child burst out this power, powerful and secretive, and then he began to plan quietly, and then the great battle that almost destroyed the entire Falling Moon Temple almost killed him, but it was extremely fanatical, which made him even more determined to take this earth-destroying power for himself.

Just as he was staring at the dark blue lines excitedly and obsessively, the sound of "Zheng-" sounded again, and the second dark blue lines suddenly lit up like a wild dragon going out to sea, and the blue light that rose into the sky was so strong that it almost split him from the middle.

"I didn't expect you to have such skills so far, and it's really someone I fancie," the black-cloaked man sneered, and then looked in Song Weijun's direction thoughtfully: "Why is it that only the soul can still cultivate?" Could it be that I have not been able to merge for so many years because of the lack of soul sacrifices? ”

The sound of the Zheng Zheng piano sounded one after another, like a pearl like a jade, and like a dull and heavy evening drum and morning bell, Jin Ge Iron Horse, the momentum was like a rainbow, and then the blue light that burst out crisscrossed and crisscrossed, faintly outlining a huge formation, and the blue light like a ghost flame brought up a murderous aura to the sky, and even the killing gods of the Wuwang Mansion outside the formation were pressed by this murderous aura to breathe stagnantly.

The old man trapped in the formation stopped talking, and a trace of solemnity gradually appeared on the wrinkled old face like withered bark hidden under the black cloak.

It turned out to be the first in the killing array, the Ten Thousand Tribulation Heavenly Killing Array, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lines were drawn, each line represented a murderous aura, alternating vertically and horizontally, there were no rules at all, and the strongest state was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine murderous qi hitting the people in the formation at the same time, a dense staggered net, it was difficult not to be cut into pieces.

As the sound of Song Weijun's piano fell, more and more murderous qi was "activated" in the array, and the murderous aura that staggered became more and more cheats, and in the end, it almost formed a semicircle on the ground, rendering the entire night sky into a treacherous blue.

The black-cloaked man dodged left and right in the formation, and those who couldn't dodge could only resist hard, and a red halo lingered around him, engulfing him entirely

The man was shrouded in it, looking like an eggshell, guarding him tightly, moving with his form.

It's just that the blue light is too strong, maybe he doesn't care about one or two murderous qi at all, and ten hundred paths are enough to deal with it, but it is a little unbearable to have thousands of dense attacks at the same time, and the eggshell-like red light mask is under attack from all directions, and it is temporarily intact, but it does not mean that it can last forever, and his body that is about to dry up will not be able to support it for long.

You have to do your best to break the formation.

The power of the formation lies in the fact that once it is formed, it can be compatible with the surrounding mountains and rivers, although it requires the eye control of the formation, but it is more with the help of the power of nature.

The power of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Heaven Killing Array is that its array eye is not in the array at all, but is controlled by people outside the array at any time, it can be said that the current Song Weijun is the array eye.

If you want to break the formation, unless you are strong, you can directly break it with violence, or kill Song Weijun with the help of other external forces.

The black-cloaked person is the hermit elder of the Wuyue clan, and his qualifications are as old as Yaoguang, the strongest patriarch who suddenly fell, and with all his strength, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Heaven Killing Array can't stop him, but what he is worried about is that since Song Weijun dares to intercept him here, there must be other preparations, and on the premise of not figuring out the opponent's strength, exhausting his strength is undoubtedly equivalent to looking for death.

Over the years, he was too confident, always thinking that stripping his * and soul would turn him into an ordinary person, as soon as there was no magic power inherited by the bloodline, Song Weijun had no way to practice magic at all, so he relaxed his vigilance, plus Song Weijun could hide, and now he realized how much mistake he had made.

"Haven't you been searching for your original body all these years? I'm the only one in the world who knows where it is, and if you kill me, you'll never want to find it, why, you don't want to go back? ”

While the Great Elder of the Wuyue Clan made a statement to test Song Weijun's intentions, he quietly observed the surroundings with his divine sense, trying to find out what arrangements Song Weijun had made in addition to the Ten Thousand Tribulations Heaven Killing Array, and at the same time, it was also to delay time.

If his guess is right, Song Weijun's ability is limited even if he can cultivate, otherwise he would not have waited so many years to make a move, and there is cold poison in his body, and the control of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Zhutian Killing Array must be very tight, and a quarter of an hour has passed since the opening of the big array, maybe Song Weijun is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and he only needs to hold on until he is exhausted to break the formation safely.

If he could control his soul as a sacrifice this time, maybe he would have succeeded.

"Hmph, dirty things, don't do it, this king is the first hereditary prince of the Liang Kingdom, who can stop me?" Song Weijun snorted coldly in disgust, his tone was steady with a hint of innate elegance and laziness, arrogantly not taking the whole world in his eyes.

"But as far as I know, your body can't last for a few years, and if you don't find your previous body, even if you rule the world one day, you're just making wedding dresses for others." The Great Elder hesitated in his heart, and he couldn't find a weak look from the other party's voice, could it be that he had fully recovered?

But it's impossible, only the bloodline of the Wuyue clan with natural magical power can cultivate spells, otherwise wouldn't everyone on the big 6 be masters of spells that reach the heavens and the earth?

Song Weijun smiled arrogantly, and his arrogant domineering spirit finally stopped being hidden: "I was able to change my life against the sky back then, how do you think I can't do it now?" ”

The Great Elder's heart was slightly cold, if Song Weijun really recovered the six or seven percent of the year, it would not be a problem to control the Ten Thousand Tribulations and Kill the Heaven Killing Array, it seemed that it could not be delayed any longer, the more power consumed, maybe in the end he would not even have the ability to break the formation.

At this time, he regretted very much that he had opened the veil, if the veil was here, why would he be so wolf.

Song Weijun, who was alone outside the formation, was not as relaxed as he looked, the qi and blood of the medicinal power had now faded, his face was pale and almost transparent, pale as a dead man, his colorless lips were tightly pursed, and he felt that the great elder in the formation suddenly exploded, and the tightly arranged formation lines were gradually erased, his throat moved, the blood did not have time to swallow, and a wisp of red slid down the corner of his lips.

The pale and delicate face, red as cinnabar blood, like a red plum blooming in the snow, cold and charming

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