A hundred meters in front of the Swift Tower, Yu Xuanji and the boy dismounted.

The sky is full of clouds, squeezing each other into various forms. The tower is still a tower, but there are circles of black smoke on the outside.

Already close to the formation, Yu Xuanji's narrow and clear eyes returned to the tower to observe for a moment, and then grabbed a handful of copper coins and scattered them on the ground.

After the copper coin landed, it was either erected or flattened, and it was unevenly distributed on the ground, forming another special pattern.

There was a storm for a while, and the sound of "horn" in his ears was particularly harsh, as if two forces that were invisible to the naked eye were fighting fiercely. With a few bursts of lightning coming out of the clouds, the black fog in front of the tower naturally dispersed when the sound fell.

Yu Xuanji immediately walked into the tower, and the two boys followed, and the corpse of the Taoist priest could be seen from the first floor.

At the staircase on the second floor, Yu Xuanji's eyes widened, and he raised his face to look directly at the straight up wooden ladder board, and he already felt unusual and weird.

"Be careful, the Array Eye is up there." Yu Xuanji reminded the boy.

"Yes." The two of them bowed their heads and clutched the belt containing the magic weapon.

Up to the third floor, it was empty.

Yu Xuanji walked lightly to the incense case, and after looking at the erected gossip compass and incense burner, he nodded and smiled slightly, and said to himself:

"But that's it."

Take out three sticks of incense and put them in the copper furnace and light them.

Soon, the green smoke curled, and the breath of bitter sandalwood rose faintly into the air, outlining three strangely shaped figures, and was immediately seen by Yu Xuanji, and the cold pupils were shiny.

Looking up at the gossip compass, the outer and inner disks are on the vermilion pointer of the obsidian base, and the four words "wind, dry, kun, and a" are aligned.

Yu Xuanji pursed her lips and secretly laughed at Gu Yunxi for being taken by the black array.

Flipping the inside and outside of the compass with both hands, Yu Xuanji aligned the four characters of "Lei, Kun, Qian, Ding" at the cinnabar pointer, and in an instant slight tremor, only to see the yin and yang charms in the center of the compass separated from each other after rotating for a week, revealing a secret secret grid inside the compass, which contained a folded piece of old sheepskin.

Yu Xuanji took out the sheepskin, unfolded it and looked at it carefully, and was immediately taken aback, and then said:

"Hmph, it didn't take much effort to get there."

Fold the sheepskin and put it in the placket, Yu Xuanji said to the two boys:

"Get ready, you're going to be in the dark."

Turning the inner and outer disks of the compass repeatedly, the words pointed at the cinnabar were adjusted back to the previous four characters, and then the light in front of him changed abruptly, and a blindness washed away consciousness.

Yu Xuanji clenched his teeth and the tip of his tongue did not loosen, and kept his mind clear with pain until his vision was clear again, and he and the boy found that the three of them were in a large mansion.

The surroundings were shrouded in clouds and mist, and his feet were engulfed in white smoke, and he could not see the real appearance of the ground. The sound in his ears was constantly moving, like whimpering, like crying, and the sorrow was endless.

Yu Xuanji stretched out his hand, and the boy Xuyue understood, took out a peachwood stick from the bag, and presented it to him.

Yu Xuanji looked ahead, and his mouth vibrated with words, and Yinluo threw out peach sticks, watching them stand vertically on the ground where the white smoke was tossing.

Yu Xuanji solemnly narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a moment, and said:

"Step on the mahogany and follow tightly, and don't leave the peachwood until the end of the circle."

The boy behind him replied, "The disciple obeys." ”

Yu Xuanji stretched out his arms and flew in front, and the boy followed, and the three of them stepped on the peach wood with light skills, and flexibly turned their bodies to move forward.

Each of those peach trees is only the length and thickness of chopsticks, and with the blessing of mana, it stands on the ground as if it has taken root, not shaking, even if it bears heavy feet and is still as stable as a rock.

Not long after stepping on the plum blossom pile, Yu Xuanji was attracted by the sound of the clear whistle of the blades meeting, and then the clouds and mist dispersed in front of him, and he saw several people in night clothes who were fighting lively.

There was another person squatting in front of the wooden fence not far away, his face was sallow and his complexion was painful, who was it not Gu Yunxi?

Before, she was deceived by Daoist Wu and was captured by the black array he opened, and Lu Qiange and his subordinates could not escape.

This formation is extremely treacherous, people who don't understand occult art take a wrong step, and immediately turn into blood mist for no reason, and many of Lu Qiange's subordinates lost their lives in this way.

Then a group of Taoist priests dressed in yellow fought with them, each with a dark and blurred face, no facial features at all, no human or ghost. Gu Yunxi was anxious and frightened, took out the jade flute and blew out the hidden weapon, and directly killed them.

The remaining four people continued to move forward to find a way out, Gu Yunxi didn't know what he stepped on, and suddenly seemed to have been poisoned, his body was soft and his chest was nauseous, and he was so depressed that he couldn't move.

And Lu Qiange and the remaining subordinates gradually lost their minds, and finally fought with each other.

Yu Xuanji's cold gaze locked on the few people who were tired of fighting each other ten meters away, and waved his sword out of thin air for a while, and then shouted:

"Broken!"

The man who fought suddenly stopped moving, and after his body trembled, he fell to the ground softly, and raised clouds of white smoke.

"Take care of them."

Hearing Yu Xuanji's instructions, the two boys walked over and bent down to check if there were any injuries on each of them.

Yu Xuanji squatted in front of Gu Yunxi, and when he saw that her eyes were blank, he took out the two pills he had with him and fed them to her mouth.

In an instant, Gu Yunxi regained his spirit, coughed a few times, and his eyes became clear.

Looking at the man in the golden mask in front of her, she was frightened and leaned her back against the wooden fence.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

"You're a fairy ......"

Gu Yunxi recognized Yu Xuanji's voice, his eyes lit up, and he was about to reveal his identity when he reached out and gagged him.

"Don't talk nonsense, the people sitting in the battle are still there."

Sitting in formation?

Gu Yunxi could hear the clouds and mountains and fog, but because Yu Xuanji's voice might be cold, his heart was raised to his throat, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Lu Qiange also came to his senses at this time, and ran to Gu Yunxi with a worried expression:

"Tu Duxue, are you okay, are you injured?"

He didn't know what Daoist Wu had done before, but he saw that a white light suddenly appeared at the gossip compass and devoured her, so he desperately dragged her.

I can't tell what kind of mood I was in at that moment, but I didn't want to let the girl with the same voice as Yunxi have any accidents at the moment of crisis.

The fear and worry blooming in Lu Qiange's clear purple eyes made Gu Yunxi feel uncomfortable, scratching his scalp and tilting his head to the side:

"I'm fine......"

There was a strange sound, the ground was faint, and the white smoke turned into a black mist, accompanied by a heavy fishy smell.

Yu Xuanji's eyes turned fierce and shouted:

"The array is changing, be careful, don't fall to the ground......"

Before this sound fell, one of Lu Qiange's subordinates stood unsteadily, and was engulfed by the black mist when he fell to the ground, and a big living person disappeared in an instant.

"Haugie? Haugie! ”

Lu Qiange wrinkled his eyebrows and shouted.

There were fifteen men in the group when he came, but now only he and one of his men remained.

What kind of array is this? It's really weird.

"Stop shouting, you still want to let the black array run out of energy?"

Yu Xuanji drank vigorously, pulled out the dagger and drew a strange symbol in the palm of his hand, grabbed the soybean handed by the boy and rolled it in the blood of his palm, and stuffed a blood-stained bean into Lu Qiange's mouth.

The other party's eyes suddenly chilled.

How arrogant and conceited he is, how could he be willing to be at the mercy of others?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Yu Xuanji pointed at him fiercely, his expression was cold and warm, and he said in a deep voice:

"I warn you, if you want to live, you have to listen to me, only I can take you out of battle!"

The strange sound in his ears was closer, Yu Xuanji's eyes changed, and after each person sent a soybean, he looked at the black mist that was gathering more and more, and suddenly turned his gaze, and shouted in a certain direction:

"Shen Zichen Sanhe Water Bureau, North Birthgate, Escape!"

Immediately, he stretched out his arms and pushed Gu Yunxi and Lu Qiange into the black mist, turned his head and said to the boy:

"You go first."

The two boys didn't dare to refute, and one by one, Lu Qiange's subordinates hid in the fog.