It's been a long time.

The trembling fingers gradually regained their composure.

The whispers in Song Yiren's mind were slowly pulled and peeled away like a cocoon, and he raised his head to find that the fog around him had already dispersed, and his pain was gone.

The curse of the ancient Sanskrit...... Retreated.

He looked at his palm in disbelief, and found that at some point, the sweat in his palm had dried up, and his arm was a little sore, and he had been in this position for a long time, and the blade of the curly blade was deeply embedded in the dirt.

He exhaled a deep breath, put his hand on his forehead, and found that he was a little dizzy, it was really a little funny, after the cultivation broke through the ten realms, the body would still have this kind of discomfort, it was like having an illness, this kind of trance reminded him of his distant childhood, the past.

Blurry clips flash.

Thunder.

Rainstorm.

An ascetic in a black monk's robe.

The deep chanting of ancient Sanskrit, the lengthy primordial bytes, the scarlet light that beats like a flame.

He came back to his senses suddenly, only to find that his shoulder was on a gentle and powerful palm, Ning Yi gently patted the guy in the nightmare, and said in a rare soft voice: "See something bad?"

Song Yiren smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "It's not counted...... It should be, Nightmare?"

Incubus?

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "In fact, it is the image contained in the 'ancient Sanskrit' curse, if you are not mistaken, it may be a scene you have seen before." ”

Song Yiren weighed it and said slowly: "Speaking of which, it is indeed a bit similar, but I can't remember anything." ”

He told Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu about the image he saw, but unfortunately, Ning Yi couldn't break through the fog, if the "Life Scroll" was in hand, then he should be able to gain something.

Standing up, he moved his stiff muscles.

Song Yiren saw the environment here clearly, after the fog broke, the conspicuous, dead corpse, the pitch-black stone pile where the corpse had fallen, the space was twisted, and the power of the wish fluctuated, he subconsciously said his thoughts: "This is the altar?"

When the Lingshan is sacrificed, in the Futu Mountain Caves, there is also a similar "altar", in the era when the immortals have been proved to be dead by the Great Sui for nearly a thousand years, the faith can still exist, it is because of the "miracles" that there are not only two major beliefs in this world, "Taoism" and "Buddhism", and the land of southern Xinjiang, the demon lord who covets the power of the will, will also hold the idea of opening the altar, and the demon who has been leveled for countless years will leave a similar "altar" existence, and after being withdrawn from the Futu Mountain, it will be suppressed by the Mahayana power of Buddhism.

It's evil, distorted, negative emotions.

And in the eyes of the pagans, these were manifestations of "miracles", because they only needed to sacrifice to obtain some kind of "power...... In the territory of the Great Sui, there were almost no infidels, and the power of the imperial power suppressed all, and in the two territories of the east and west where faith breeded, there were many strange "fire stealers".

Get a piece of the pie from the power of Lingshan's wishes.

Pei Lingsu was holding a slender "thing" wrapped in black cloth in his arms at the moment, was this what he got after breaking the formation?

"It is a former 'relic' of the General's Mansion. Pei Lingsu raised a hand, and the "Sword Hide" in the center of his eyebrows emitted a faint light, and the Sword Qi Cave suddenly opened, and this slender thing was ingested into it.

When Song Yiren was unconscious, she and Ning Yi had already taken care of the scene.

She asked, "This is a crushing thing, a flying sword, called 'Kuwu'." It should have flowed out twenty years ago, at that time, the General's Mansion had lost a large number of treasures in a transportation, most of them were flying swords, and after half a year, the lost things began to appear one after another in the auctions that appeared in the various realms of the Great Sui, and you know that there are many enemies in the north...... And the group of disciples who intercepted the treasure were already dead before the senior brother found out the truth and arrived. ”

She looked a little helpless.

I thought that this time I broke the formation, and the things I harvested were worthy of the formation that had existed for a long time.

Good for yourself......

But in fact, intuition is not wrong, and it does have benefits...... The old things that were lost in the early years of the General's Mansion were recovered.

The tens of thousands of Tibetan swords in the sword collection are not inferior to this "bitter wu".

Song Yiren stretched out two fingers and pinched his eyebrows, he still felt a little pain here, and he said weakly: "The old case of the General's Mansion shows that this person is related to the case of the year?"

The girl smiled and shook her head, "Actually, no, this thing that presses the formation does not increase the power of the formation much, but only provides a continuous formation origin...... The original owner who put down this thing doesn't make much sense to do all this, it's more like a 'provocation' than trying to kill. ”

"Provocation?"

Song Yiren narrowed his eyes and muttered the word.

In his mind, the scene he had just experienced, the words he had heard, gradually swept back, and finally stretched out in a certain direction.

"The body of the murderer who killed the four people in the Silent Sky is here...... He wasn't Shura, but an unknown ghost cultivator. ”

"This formation has existed for a long time, a long time, ......"

"And the ancient Sanskrit curse is directed at oneself. ”

"I also deliberately put a meaningless flying sword that symbolizes the General's Mansion. ”

This person, the person who laid down this game, wants to express a very simple meaning.

Everything is under his control.

Will come yourself.

Ning Yi beside him, Pei Lingsu...... The people from the General's Mansion will also come.

"There are a few points that can be determined, first, the control of Mingsha Mountain is not as strict as imagined. The ghost cultivator has broken through the defense line, and this ghost cultivator who infiltrated the Little Lei Yin Temple to complete the assassination has proven it. Pei Lingsu pinched his eyebrows and said, "The original owner doesn't care about the exposure of 'ghost cultivation', which shows that he is 'determined to succeed' this plan." ”

After speaking, she looked at Song Yiren, "As a matter of suppressing the array, that 'bitter wu' is a crucial clue, does the little Leiyin Temple need to take it back?"

Song Yiren smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "I am fully responsible for this case...... As a relic of the General's Mansion, it is naturally best to return it to its original owner if it can be recovered. As for the clues...... It also has to be in the right hands to make a difference. ”

Pei Lingsu smiled slightly, "I have an idea." ”

......

......

"Dry is a horse, Kun is a cow, Zhen is a dragon, Xun is a chicken, Kan is a pig, Li is a pheasant, Gen is a dog, and Dui is a sheep. ”

"Heaven and earth, thunder, wind, water, volcanoes, are eight hexagrams. ”

A soothing woman's voice rang out at the end of the jungle.

Pei Lingsu walked on a slow and unharmonious pace, seemingly casually walking on the earth, with earthy yellow ripples in the mud, and a circle of qi waves immediately stirred up.

She raised her bare hand, and one after another flying swords flew out of her sleeve robe, the shape was about the same, about the thickness of a normal person's two fingers together, the length of the baby's forearm, and the sword body was wrapped in dry rune paper, and when it swayed with the wind, it shook the sound of hunting runes, and the girl raised two fingers and turned lightly in front of her, a total of eight flying swords, with the action of pressing down her fingers, they were instantly inserted into the earth.

The way of the formation talisman can not only resist the enemy, attack and defend, but also be used for "deduction".

Song Yi and Ning Yi stood far outside the formation, and for the "talisman" technique, the attainments of the two of them were too far away from the one who was arranging the formation.

"This is called 'Bayan Hexagram'. Ning Yi smiled.

When he was in the world of the demon clan before, he put a lot of effort into the formation, although he couldn't lay out a high-grade formation, but he still recognized the magic array that the girl was giving at the moment.

Pei Lingsu, who was arranging the formation, added while holding the Dharma seal: "The Eight Yan Array, which originated from Bagua divination, is an ancient deduction formation that has high requirements for the realm of cultivators...... If it is not as good as the Destiny Star Realm, it is very likely to cause a formation backlash. This is the case with deduction formations, and if you want to spy on the heavenly machine, you have to pay a price. ”

Song Yiren sighed with emotion: "This is the way you want to go?"

The girl nodded, "This formation is far more powerful than you imagined, it comes from the ancient 'immortal' of the Great Sui, if the strength is strong enough, it can deduce a huge world, but the conditions for launching are more harsh, the things to be deduced are not complicated, and my cultivation is enough to support." It just so happens that there are traces of the fluctuations of the ancient Sanskrit language here, as well as the 'hellfire' that the eastern realm finally hunted, the corpse of the dead ghost cultivator, and the 'bitter Wu sword' that was specially placed here to suppress the formation...... All the clues point to the original owner. ”

She paused slightly, looked at Song Yiren, and said, "The most important thing is ...... And you. ”

"Me?"

Song Yiren was stunned.

Pei Lingsu didn't answer anymore, she closed her eyes after nodding, and stood in the middle of the formation, each of the eight flying swords suppressed one side, and the talisman wrapped around the sword body spread out with the wind, rising like smoke, and finally lying flat and suspended in the air.

"Buzz".

The sound of the soul swinging.

The body of the flying sword inserted into the earth trembled violently, the talisman shattered, and the "Eight Yan Array" spread out—

A soft soul power, turned into a guide, fell in the divine sea of Song Yiren.

"Take it easy ......"

The warm guiding voice made him close his eyes and slowly came to the formation.

Fragments of broken talismans, surrounding the flying robes.

The spirit fell into stability.

"In the mist, all sides are revealed. ”

"In the mist, all sides are revealed. ”

As a great cultivator of the Destiny Star Realm, Song Yiren sensed that his soul power was passing little by little, and he subconsciously gave up resistance and allowed his soul thoughts to dip into the direction summoned by the formation.

The Crimson Flame burns.

Ancient Sanskrit whispers.

The Eight Yan Array pointed the fog deep in the dense forest to the "truth"——

In the mist, he saw a huge, swaying monk's robe, with his back to him.

There is also a monk's staff that is inserted into the earth.

The vague, hazy figure slowly turned its head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

Is that......

Song Yiren muttered to himself and pronounced the man's name.

"Daoxuan. ”