Wu Chen stared at the position of the formation he had carved for nearly a quarter of an hour, and after being sure that there would not be the slightest deviation in his mind, he slowly sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes tightly.

A virtual disc that was more than a few feet like a galaxy shone with dazzling light, floating above Wu Chen's head, competing with the stars in the sky. Wu Chen manifested the sea of knowledge, and planned to use the majestic divine sense in the sea of knowledge to instill it in the space where the twelve formation patterns lived, so as to stimulate the formation patterns, so as to try to forcibly open the formation eye.

At the moment when Wu Chen appeared to know the sea, He Liang, who was sitting in the thatched hut and cultivating the god of the underworld, suddenly felt a burst of coercion, an ancient coercion from the depths of the divine soul, opened his eyes, walked out of the thatched hut, and looked up to see the strange light flickering on the top of the Demon Horn Mountain, and after thinking for a while, he rushed towards the top of the mountain without the slightest hesitation.

The white-clothed young man and the Mai groom, who were in front of He Liang, had already stepped on the only path leading to the top of the mountain, the white-clothed young man was happy, and the Mai groom lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

Wu Chen's plan was progressing step by step, and the sea of knowledge above his head split into twelve milky ways, heading towards the twelve directions around the Demon Horn Mountain.

At the end of the galaxy is a black hole-like void, twelve black holes devouring twelve galaxies.

The black hole void continued to devour the Milky Way, and twelve faint points of light gradually flashed in the night sky, and as time passed, the twelve points of light were like twelve dazzling stars, shining with essence light, and arched around it with the Magic Horn Mountain as the center.

The sea of consciousness above the head is becoming more and more illusory, giving people a feeling that it will dissipate in the next moment.

And there was already a roar in his head, almost unconscious, and a huge sense of emptiness appeared in his mind.

The upper and lower teeth were closed, the tip of the tongue was clenched, and a strong smell of blood rushed straight to the whole body, Wu Chen slightly lifted the spirit of three points, and the sea above his head was also suddenly condensed.

The twelve stars are also becoming clearer and clearer, slowly showing twelve different shapes, like the awkward symbols of the dragon and snake dance, and if you look closely, it looks like the runes carved by Wu Chen on the flat ground on the top of the mountain have five or six points of imagination.

Twelve symbols were written one after another, and a magic circle phantom loomed.

Suddenly, the phantom of the magic circle disappeared, and the twelve runes that had just been formed were also hidden.

The twelve milky ways were no longer swallowed up, and shrank into the sea of consciousness above Wu Chen's head.

In mid-air, it seemed to be silent again.

It makes people feel that everything Wu Chen did was just a bamboo basket to draw water, and it was in vain.

But the corners of Wu Chen's mouth showed a smile. Retracting the sea of knowledge above his head, the Demon Horn Mountain was completely restored to its original state, just like before Wu Chen did nothing.

Standing up, closing his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and silently chanting: "One moment, two moments, three moments, four ......" until the twelfth Shun spoke, and finally there was an abnormality on the top of the mountain.

The summit of Devil's Horn Mountain seemed to rise in an instant, with a dazzling white light. It illuminates the entire dark night for hundreds of miles around, giving people the illusion of dawn, but the white light only flickers for a moment, and then disappears, and there are very few people to see.

The old man in Mai and the young man in white, who were only a few steps away from the top of the mountain, and He Liang, who was a little farther away, clearly saw the scene just now, and the three of them didn't think much about it and sped up their pace.

The night did not continue to be silent, and different formation runes began to emerge on the top of the mountain under Wu Chen's feet, constantly cross-rotating and rotating, and finally formed a complete circular formation pattern, Wu Chen stepped forward and stood on a circular point of light in the middle, and twelve formations of different shapes lit up in turn in the dense runes on the veins.

Wu Chen only felt a burst of white light light up, and he couldn't open his eyes with a tingling pain, and then his mind was empty, and he passed out.

Immediately after catching up with the top of the mountain, the white-clothed young man and the Mai horseman clearly saw Wu Chen standing in the center of the mountaintop, the white light flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

After the white-clothed boy and Mai Mafu disappeared, the circular pattern on the top of the mountain gradually dimmed and crumbled, giving people a feeling as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

He Liang, who hurried to the top of the mountain, was still hesitant after seeing the two figures disappear, everything in front of him was full of unknowns for him, and after all, he was still a monk of the Heavenly Dao Mansion, and the task was in his body, but staring at the flickering magic array patterns, his body overcame consciousness, and he walked towards the center with his head clouded, and stood on the point of light at the last moment when the magic array patterns completely dissipated.

The white light pierced his eyes, and his brain was empty, and he fell into an endless coma.

On the top of the mountain, a cool breeze blew, rolling up pieces of soft sand on the surface, and the sketchy formation pattern depicted by Wu Chen on the flat ground was also carried up by the wind and sand, disappeared completely, and lived up to its existence, and the sand took away all traces, footprints, and breath.

The whirring sound dissipated, and the top of the mountain was silent again, everything was as usual, and the stars were still twinkling in the sky, as if nothing had happened, but everything had happened again.

The next morning, the weather was still warm, no different from usual, and the few remaining scattered cultivators did not stumble upon it until noon, and the figure of the man in brocade clothes with an ordinary face also disappeared on the Devil's Horn Mountain unconsciously, and still did not appear in the evening.

Except for a short period of surprise, a few people didn't care much, let alone strange rumors, Wu Chen was really ordinary except for his strange behavior, there was no Wu Ling's alluring appearance, and there was no Xuanshi cultivation who was considered a strong man in their eyes, and after experiencing the disappearance of the woman in white, the disappearance of an ordinary man was not strange in their eyes, maybe they were used to it.

The reason why several scattered cultivators have not left Devil's Horn Mountain is because a few people found that Devil's Horn Mountain is close to the dense forest of the Dark Valley, and it is a place with an excellent location.

It is an extremely undesirable choice to go to the dark valley to practice, hunt the mysterious beasts, look for the scattered cultivation of the spirit grass, and take a short rest here in the thatched hut of the Devil's Horn Mountain after returning, after all, in the vast and boundless dense forests of the Dark Valley, it is still a place worth taking risks and picking up harvests for these low-level casual cultivators.

When a few months later, the aura of the dense forest in the dark valley suddenly recovered on an unknown night, all kinds of spirit grasses sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the middle and low-level mysterious beasts could also be promoted while asleep, triggering a wave of frenzy of monk exploration, and a few years later, the high-level mysterious beasts in the dark valley appeared, and the low-level Xuan cultivators only dared to operate on the periphery, and the dark dark pool also became a real forbidden place, and the scattered cultivators, not to mention seeing the Xuan Master monks, even the Xuan King became accustomed to it.

And with the change of the Devil's Horn Mountain, from the beginning only the existence of simple thatched huts, and gradually because of the changes in the dark valley forest, a continuous monk trade market was formed, which was convenient for the monks to change the things obtained from the adventure in the dark valley into Xuanjing, and over time, the scale of the market became larger and larger, and the Heavenly Dao Mansion set up the Devil's Horn Town next to the Devil's Horn Mountain, and the hundred miles of land centered on the Devil's Horn Mountain were under its jurisdiction, and finally the scale of the Devil's Horn Town was even far beyond the ordinary city, so the Devil's Horn Town was promoted to the Devil's Horn City, but after a few years of development, the Devil's Horn City became the second largest city in Beizhou outside of Tiandao City, and there was a faint tendency to transcend, and the Devil's Horn Mountain was also regarded as a sacred mountain by the people of the Devil's Horn City。

Of course, all of this is just an afterthought, the current Devil's Horn Mountain is still just a bald mountain full of potholes that people can't bear to look at, and the future glorious Devil's Horn City is still only a large area of simple thatched huts that seem to be able to fall apart when the wind blows.

And Wu Chen, one of the culprits who caused all this change, seemed to have suddenly opened his eyes after a long dream.