288 broke the formation to save people

"It's alright, Shu'er." Jin Zhonglou patted Wen Shu who was standing in front of him, and asked Xie Xiaoji to help take care of her, and he came to the front of the mountain.

The melody of the mountain was all in my ears, and with the sound of the whirring wind, Wen Shu wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xie Xiaoji.

The Admiralty Tower urged the internal force, and an apricot tree not far away, the apricot leaves rustled and fell.

Then, something strange happened.

The apricot leaves floated in the air, and in the surrounding air, a melody of Xiling Ling slowly sounded. It is like a wind chime hanging in the room, and the breeze blows, and the bell rings pleasantly.

"What's going on?" Wen Shu asked Xie Xiaoji. It's amazing how these leaves can make sounds.

"The Golden Bell Tower is proficient in music, and these leaves, when they are shaken down by his internal force, have a tune with the melody that resounded in the valley."

"......" The crows flew in Wen Shu's mind, and she couldn't understand what Xie Xiaoji said.

Xie Xiaoji didn't know how to explain it to her, he roughly knew that this was the case, and if he wanted him to say what it was, it would be difficult for him. He's not a bell tower, he's well-versed in music. Those who are familiar with Xie Xiaoji know that Xie Xiaoji is a music killer.

But anyone who has heard Xie Xiaoji sing, without exception, has the urge to wipe his neck. And the next time he opens his mouth, the cultivation of light skills will rise to a new level.

Jin Zhonglou is such a gentle and tolerant person, facing Xie Xiaoji's voice, which has no one before and after, the smile on the corner of his mouth has the urge to collapse.

Although Xie Xiaoji doesn't understand the rhythm, he understands this friend of his.

The leaves were pulled by some force and swayed in the air. No fall is seen. The Admiralty Tower rolled over its sleeves, and the apricot leaves scattered.

"The starting direction of the apricot leaf blowing is the raw door. The place where it falls is the door of death, and the direction of the flutter is the empty door. And the last door is the only door of hope! ”

The folding fan of the Admiralty Tower points in the direction of the north, where the scattered leaves are the only place where they have not fallen. The harmony between the leaves and the rhythm of the sound is the way to crack the four formations of life, emptiness and death that control the rhythm of the sound.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Wen Shu grabbed Xie Xiaoji, and then grabbed the Admiralty Tower that stepped forward with a fan, "Didn't you just say that even if you find the heavy door, it is still dangerous." Just go up like that, is it really okay? ”

"No problem, don't forget that it's the Admiralty Tower that is taking us this way!"

"Huh?" Is that okay too?

"Third Miss. Do you see anything special about this door in front of you? ”

"Door, what door? Where is the door? ”

"Of course you can't see it like this, ...... like this" Xie Xiaoji took out a string of copper coins in his arms, picked up three of them with his index finger and middle finger, and used his internal force to hit in the direction he pointed.

"Whoosh! Sou! Tong! "The first two copper coins, after hitting them, encountered a strange air current, and were swept into the empty world. And the third copper coin is textured. This fourth door. The weirdness lies in the combination of heavy and empty. There is an empty door outside the heavy gate, and once you enter the world of the empty door, the changes will be endless. You have the potential to be deep in it. Unable to get out again.

"Xie Xiaoji, how do you know?" He's obviously the same as her, he doesn't understand anything. Why does he know which path is the right one and which direction to take?

"Don't you know? Three Misses. I know a lot of things. Xie Xiaoji stroked the hair in front of his forehead with a stinky fart, he Xie Daxia has not been in vain for so many years. If you don't even know this, Xie Xiaoji is not Xie Xiaoji.

"Shu'er, Xie Xiaoji, let's go, Wen Ershao must have been in a hurry."

The two people in the back nodded, and together with the Admiralty Tower, walked out according to the predetermined path. After walking for a few minutes, the melody in my ears slowly faded away, and the whole Butterfly Ridge returned to calm.

They kept walking along this road, and even though the mountain was in sight, they still didn't see any trace of Wen Ting, and they still didn't stop.

A faint broken moan~ groaned came, and the three of them stopped in unison.

"Over there."

On a bare tree trunk, a masked man tied with rattan. The rattan was strangled on the body, it was very tight, the skin was oozing blood, and the rattan was deeply strangled into the bones, which was shocking to see.

"He is the hall master of the thirteenth branch of the Shenming Palace." Jin Zhonglou frowned slightly, and the smell of blood on his face was probably the reason why he frowned.

The Innocent Prince's favorite thing about the Admiralty Tower is killing and blood, and many people already know this. However, this time, Jin Zhonglou frowned, not only because of the strong smell of blood, but because of the cruel punishment that the other party was inflicted.

"Admiralty, how do you know?" Wen Shu asked suspiciously.

"Because I smell something familiar on him." When he set off to the headquarters of the Shenming Palace to find Miss Wang, who was disguised as a Yan martial artist, he had staggered with this hall master. At that moment, he clearly smelled a touch of Nanshan dates.

This person also has a taste of Nanshan jujube that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Nanshan jujube is a special kind of wild jujube, which is only distributed in a few rare places, presumably the hometown of this hall master is a place where Nanshan jujube blooms.

Since the Golden Bell Tower said so, there is no doubt that the person opposite must be the hall master of the Thirteenth Branch.

No matter who it is, they will not doubt the nose of the Admiralty Tower.

"There's one thing I haven't figured out, though." Xie Xiaoji touched his mustache and looked at the humanity in front of him.

"Do you want to say that the hall master of the Thirteenth Branch Hall should be Wen Ting, this person is just Wen Ting's stand-in, and he is the backup identity when he is not in the Shenming Palace Branch?" Jin Zhonglou thought about it and said with a smile.

"That's right, Miss Wang once said that the person who stabbed her in the back had a rare smell of pine and paulownia wood. That person was holding the Luo Soul Sword, a martial arts weapon, and he knew a lot about Miss Wang, so there should be no doubt about Wen Ting. ”

"Hmm." Jin Zhonglou agreed with Xie Xiaoji's opinion, but he didn't understand why Wen Ting wanted to pick someone from his own branch to attack. Could it be that in order to force out Miss Wen, he didn't even care about his subordinates?

Think about this question later, the most important thing now is to save the person in front of you.

"This rattan is made of a special material, and once it is tied, it is not easy to break. And the tighter and tighter the rattan encounters blood, it becomes a bloodthirsty soul-seeking vine. ”

"Xie Xiaoji, it's just a rattan, needless to say, it's so scary?" How can a lifeless plant drink human blood? Xie Xiaoji is also too, and it is not such an exaggeration to exaggerate. Wen Shucai didn't admit it, he was intimidated by Xie Xiaoji's statement.

In fact, since she stepped on this mountain, she has felt that something is strange. The qiē in front of them seemed to be an illusion deliberately created by the other party, and they were trapped in the formation, and they had no chance to know.

Wen Shu's hunch was not wrong, they thought that they had walked out of the four formations of life, emptiness and death, but they didn't know that at the same time as they walked out, they entered the more terrifying formations carefully arranged by Wen Ting.

This formation is different from other formations because everything that happens in this formation is real. It's just that they are in the middle of the formation, and they can't see through it, and when they see through it, it's too late.

In other words, it's not a formation, it's a trap. A trap that is carefully crafted for three people, and once you enter a trap that no one can get out of with it!

Xie Xiaoji and Jin Zhonglou also sensed the evil sect in this place, but since they came, they had expected that things would be like this. And some things, even if they know that there is a problem, with their character, they can't help but do it.

For example, saving the dying person in front of you.

Xie Xiaoji used a spirit rhino finger to break the soul vine, and the person tied to the tree suddenly fell softly. The whole person was lifeless, and only occasionally could he feel a faint throbbing in his chest.

"Third Miss, come and see him."

Wen Shu leaned over and squatted down, opened the man's eyes, and checked his pulse again.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Yan zhòng is dehydrated and has lost too much blood." Wen Shu said, took out a bottle of elixir, poured two pills, and fed them into the man's mouth. Xie Xiaoji took out the wine jug he was carrying, poured two sips into the two of them, and after a while, the man woke up choking.

"You ...... You are ......"

"This is your suzerain, and we are your suzerain's friends." Xie Xiaoji pointed to Wen Shu and said briefly.

"Zong...... It can't be ......," the man shook his head. It was impossible for the sect master to appear in this place, so how could he save him?

Wen Shu was helpless, and took out the great order of the sect master of the Divine Palace, and the man opened his eyes wide, struggling to get up and salute.

"No need to be polite, you just need to tell me, what happened?"

"Yes...... Suzerain. ”

That man told them that he was one of the incense masters in the thirteen branches of the Shenming Palace, and that he carried out the orders of the hall master and was responsible for liaising with the hall masters outside. The hall master is not in the branch hall all the year round, and in order to stabilize the subordinates of the branch hall, he pretends to be the hall master and guards the branch hall during his absence.

He has been with the hall master all the year round, and he has an understanding of the hall master's living habits and way of speaking, including some simple martial arts moves, and can imitate them vividly. Every time someone from above came, if the hall master was not in the branch, he could also skillfully cover up the past.

The hall master trusts him very much, except for orders handed over to him to execute, he is in charge of the gods in the palace at other times, giving him a lot of power.

But a few days ago, the hall master didn't know what was wrong. He summoned them all into the lobby, lit ecstasy incense in the lobby, and brought him and several other incense owners down to Butterfly Ridge.

When they opened their eyes and woke up, they found themselves tied to a tree. The soul vine wrapped around his body conveyed to them the message of the imminent arrival of the god of death to them all the time.

The moisture on his body was roasted by the scorching sun, and the rattan on his body became tighter and tighter, sinking into the flesh and skin, and he said that he would not be able to survive this time.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the sect master came.

That person still couldn't hide the excitement in his expression, while Wen Shuxie Xiaoji and Jin Zhonglou showed a look that was really like this.

Wen Ting deliberately lured them to save these people, but what was his purpose?

………… (To be continued......)