All the way east, Jiang Xin felt more and more that something was wrong.

Just like the situation in the first village, all the old people in the village were silent about what Jiang Xin inquired about, and those middle-aged people didn't know what Jiang Xin was talking about at all.

It stands to reason that this kind of strange village talk should be very popular in the village, but when it comes to the existence of 'Fengmen Village', things are extremely abnormal.

No matter how many villages they visited, all the old people were unaware of the existence of Fengmen Village.

If it was just outsiders, these old people even hid from the people in their own village, and seemed to have made up their minds to make the word Fengmen Village disappear completely.

But fortunately, these old people don't seem to know how to use mobile phones, no matter how Jiang Xin was treated in the first few villages, the next village, start from scratch.

Gradually, Jiang Xin also learned to be smart.

He no longer tried to inquire directly about the existence of Fengmen Village, but knocked on the side from the direction.

The goal of the eastward journey is too big, and along the way, Jiang Xin has found more than a dozen villages, large and small, old and new.

Some were aware of the existence of Fengmen Village, while others were completely confused.

The so-called old people become fine, these old people who have lived in the village for I don't know how long they have been in the village have a very fast calculation in their hearts, but no matter how they are, they can't compare to the development of the outside routine.

With a few simple words, Jiang Xin got the relevant direction of Fengmen Village from the mouths of several village elders.

The direction line extending from several villages was marked, and the intersection point was expanded by several kilometers, and Jiang Xin immediately determined the preliminary search area.

Without too much trimming, Jiang Xin pushed aside the bushes and grasses and quickly marched towards the depths of Taihang Mountain, but what he didn't realize at all was that an old man who was a little rickety also stepped into Taihang Mountain.

At night, Jiang Xin, whose body was covered with invisible Yuan Qi, rushed out of the jungle.

In the midst of the lush green mountains, a silent village sits in the depths and distances, as if forgotten by time.

"This should be it." After comparing the distance and direction a little in his heart, Jiang Xin was overjoyed, and looked at the village below.

There is nothing abnormal, and there is not a single trace of Qi in the entire village, just like an ordinary village that has been completely abandoned.

After a complete preliminary confirmation, Jiang Xin stepped on a wooden plank and floated down directly, slowly landing on the edge of the village.

Not long after, where Jiang Xin was originally located, an old man appeared, looking at Jiang Xin, who had already walked into the village, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand a little, and a wisp of true Qi was outlined, and then waved.

Invisibly, the heaven and earth qi machine pulled, with the center of this deserted Fengmen Village, the power of ghosts and gods was attracted from the world outside Taihang Mountain.

In a moment or three, in the originally ordinary village, the power of ghosts and gods that ordinary people could not look at directly condensed, turning into wisps of mist, bringing a sense of dampness.

In the village, some Fenghou Qimen were copied, even if Jiang Xin couldn't dare to use it, but the change in the situation was much sharper than before, and before the fog completely rose, Jiang Xin realized that something happened that he didn't know, but he was powerless to stop it, so he could only watch the entire Fengmen Village being covered by fog.

Although the mist was a thin wisp of light veil fluttering in the air, it gave people a damp, oppressive, and eerie feeling, through which the originally clearly visible houses became more and more hazy and looming.

Jiang Xin didn't try to turn back and find a way, it was obviously different.

At the first glance on the mountain, Jiang Xin really thought that the pattern of this village was intentional, and he used it as the Qimen Dunjia Formation, but at that time, there was no trace of the existence of the formation and Qi, so he dared to come in.

Now I don't know why the formation has risen, and if I want to stay away and leave, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream.

Unlike Wang Ye, a Taoist priest who has cultivated on the mountain for many years, Jiang Xin knows very little about Taoism, and he only knows a basic knowledge of Qimen, and he is still interested in learning mathematics in his previous life.

After 9 steps forward, Jiang Xin came to a fork in the road, turned a step to the left, and when he turned back again, the street scene on the right was completely different from Fang Cai, and it was not where he was at all.

"Sure enough." Jiang Xin sighed in his heart, and sat down cross-legged directly: "It's hopeless, wait for death." ”

His eyes closed slightly, Jiang Xin dissipated the other abilities that he had been maintaining in his body, and transformed his own Qi Breath Flow into the initial image, and during the flow of Yuan Qi, Jiang Xin's whole person was a little uncertain.

In the ethereal space, wisps of subtle Yuan Qi seeped out from the pores of Jiangxin, turning into wisps of ubiquitous mist.

Yuan Qi floated, the fog was rippling, and Jiang Xin's whole person seemed to be diverging out, and in a state of stability, he shook the pattern with manpower.

"This is, the Jiang family's means!?"

On a hill outside the formation, watching Jiang Xin turn the mist in an area into his own use, the old man's face suddenly turned grim: "The people of that family are still not dead?" ”

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, the power of the invisible and qualitative ghosts and gods gathered, and a face with extremely abstract lines was condensed, and it was worn on his face: "The old one is not here, just bullying and bullying you little one." ”

After the face was painted, wisps of black qi spread, and after a while, the old man's clothes became weird, gloomy and cold, and the next moment, the voice that did not seem like human language was sung, and the ghosts and gods gathered.

In the array, the divine power was disturbed, and the originally calm mist became more and more violent, and in an instant, he broke free from Yuan Qi's control, and under the backlash, Jiang Xin was also shocked out of the state of being settled.

Looking at the fog rolling like a tidal vortex, Jiang Xin was not only not afraid, but laughed: "Hahaha, I just said, how can it be so coincidental." Senior, can you come out and see you! ”

"Seeing you big-headed ghost, give me a good treatment first." The old man muttered in his heart, and his speech became more and more rapid, and even the fog below became extremely sharp.

In an instant, the originally harmless mist condensed and roared, rolling Jiang Xin into it like a steel knife and sharp sword.

"Come to ?!!! for real" There was a tingling sensation on his skin, Jiang Xin's face suddenly collapsed, and Yuan Qi flowed, and gold, purple, blue, and white colors came out, protecting Jiang Xin in it.

"Sure enough, it's this move again." Looking at Jiang Xin, who was wrapped in a four-color halo, the old man shook his head, but grinned again: "But you little thing, compared to those elders in your family, you don't know how much immature your means are." ”

With a dance in his hand, the fog below changed again.

In the storm-like offensive, a soft meaning gradually evolved, and under the invisible oppression, the four-colored Qi light on Jiang Xin's body was gradually reduced to nothing.