This is a meadow, with a gentle breeze, and the unknown grass of a foot long moves with the wind, like a small pond of clear water, gently rippling.

The grass shone faintly, and the pale green threads visible to the naked eye snaked upward, enveloping the entire meadow with a pale green light.

In the grass, a young man in tattered clothes and covered in blood lay quietly on the ground, motionless, as if he had lost his breath.

At some point, the pale green aura around him seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summons, and they rushed to the place where the young man was lying, and the momentum became louder and louder!

As time passed, the young man's figure was gradually submerged by the green mang, forming a green thin cocoon, and those grass that was originally verdant and shining, but at some point they became languishing, and they bent down one after another, and even the color was a little yellow!

"Huh?"

A cry of surprise came with the wind, and it seemed a little abrupt in this breezy and empty meadow!

The sound of surprise came in the wind, as if he had discovered something that surprised the owner of the voice, but there was no trace of anyone in sight.

"Gross!"

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, and the golden light in his pupils flashed away, and he returned to calm.

"I&..."

The boy cursed in a low voice, saying something that only he could understand!

"What the hell is this going on again?"

Ye Chen looked at the endless, withered and yellow grass in front of him and was speechless.

I was slapped again!

Just because the old immortal guy of the Lone Moon Sect slapped himself to the weird and full of heavenly arrogance in the lonely mystery forest, and now he was slapped into this grass by the bastard blood-clothed boy Lonely Cang!

When the Killing Dao descendant Lonely Cang used the blood river to trap the girl, although he was in a dormant state, he clearly felt that something big was going to happen!

Sure enough!

Spiritual Consciousness Sword, such a powerful and strange means of attack, with his current cultivation, it seems that there is no means to fight against it except waiting for death!

What made Ye Chen deeply puzzled was that he clearly sensed that the little sword in the eyes of Lonely Cang entered his mind, and when he had a headache and was worse than death, he suddenly retreated for some reason, but instead spurted blood wildly!

What is it that is worth making that arrogant and domineering and powerful killer so jealous of himself?

Ye Chen shook his head, his mind moved, he changed into a brand new clothes from the storage ring, and let out a breath of turbidity from the sky.

At this time, the body was full of spiritual power, and Ye Chen felt the fullness of power like never before!

He looked at the meadow around him, looked in one direction, and ran wildly on the meadow.

"Woohoo!"

A white figure slowed down and fast, and gradually became only a light and shadow!

The light and shadow shone brightly, and only a sound of wind was heard, and countless withered yellow grasses were uprooted one after another, dancing and falling in mid-air, like a long dragon.

"Whew!"

As soon as the wind stopped, Ye Chen's figure appeared on a piece of grass, his brows furrowed.

Ye Chen looked back, and the withered grass on the ground that had been picked up by himself had reappeared in place at some point, lifelike, as if it had never been brought up!

"Spinning in place?"

"Formation?"

Ye Chen looked at everything in front of him, stunned for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something!

"You left me this cultivation knowledge, I should be grateful to you, why do I still think you have another purpose?"

"Aren't you dead at all?"

"Or do you have a guess or two about all this I'm going through now?"

Ye Chen squatted down, twisted a yellowed leaf with his hand, and pulled it out with a slight force between his palms and fingers.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the grass leaf lying quietly in Ye Chen's hand made a soft sound, and it exploded in an instant.

"Is this the rumored Formation Illusion?"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, I don't know whether to be happy or sad!

Since embarking on the cultivation path, he originally planned to enter the Hidden Star Sect at will, inquire about the whereabouts of his parents, and cultivate the Taiyi Secret at the same time, and wait until his cultivation reaches a certain point, and then go to the ethereal Emperor Sword Sect to find his father!

It's a pity that he accidentally met Wudao who was dying and dying with Wudao, and then he was caught by the people of the Lingxu faction into the Lingxu faction, and became a disciple of Wudao, soaring into the sky, and once again falling into a murderous and violent image!

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Chen turned his head and looked at a piece of grass with a slight green glow.

"This is it!"

With a thought in his mind, his footsteps were slightly, and Ye Chen's figure instantly appeared next to the grass.

This grass is several feet long, and the thin leaves are not as yellow and wilted as the next one, but reveal a glimmer of light, which is slightly different from the one next to it.

If you don't look closely, it's really hard to find on this endless meadow!

"Formation base, will it be so easy to find?"

Ye Chen looked at the grass in front of him and muttered to himself, with questions in his clear eyes.

In the memory left by Gu Wuxi, the formation is unfathomable!

Even as an elder-level figure of a great sect like the Spirit Void Sect, he didn't know much about the formation method.

There is a specialization in art, and the same is true for cultivation!

The path of cultivation is difficult, and cultivators know it!

The difficulty of the formation is no less than that of cultivation, which shows that its difficulty is huge, and it is very believable!

Not only must you have a strong spiritual sense of extreme strength, but you must also have an endless amount of genius earth treasure spirit stones and other divine objects to support the consumption of the formation.

According to the Traceless memory, those formation grandmasters are all some cultivators who have reached a certain top, and their cultivation is hopeless, so they find another way to find another way to break through themselves and reach a higher realm!

And that cultivation is the top, obviously not the level that Ye Chen can touch now!

The formation is divided into nine, and it is divided into primary formation, intermediate formation, advanced formation, and spirit formation, the first level is the lowest, and the ninth level is the most!

Even if it is the lowest level of the first-level formation, it needs to be cultivated to reach the late stage of the Returning Yuan Realm, and the spiritual sense can manifest and transform before it can be cultivated!

In the process of learning, the countless genius earth treasures spent were enough to create two late-stage cultivators of the Returning Yuan Realm with the same cultivation!

Of course, after completing the study, the power of that formation is also obvious, it is enough to trap three or five monks of the same realm, disturb their minds, mess with their Dao hearts, and watch them kill each other outside the formation, it is not impossible!

It's just that, no matter whether it is studying or cultivating, every monk who has reached the Returning Yuan Realm is not a monk whose hands are stained with blood, guarding against the enemy's attack at any time.

If once you learn the formation, the time it consumes is enough to make your opponent's cultivation level even higher!

You must know that the higher and deeper the realm, the more difficult it is to fight across the border, and a small realm is enough to determine the life and death of a monk!

Therefore, under normal circumstances, no one would learn the formation method at all!

"Break through the void and reveal the true form!"

Ye Chen drank lightly, pointed his fingers, and a golden spiritual power instantly

Shoot out from your fingertips, enveloping the grass directly and spreading towards its roots.

"Whew!"

The spiritual power spread, and on the tip of the grass, a green light suddenly shot out, forming a human-sized mirror image in front of Ye Chen, and obscure runes were carved on the edge of the mirror.

In the mirror, young people in various costumes moved and jumped, as fast as lightning, and only vague shadows could be seen, shuttling around, or attacking, or dodging!

"Is this a projection of the outside world?"

Ye Chen looked at the light curtain in front of him and was shocked.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering noise came from the mirror, making Ye Chen's face turn unnaturally pale.

In the mirror, the Killing Dao descendant stepped into the void, the blood-colored sword in his hand shining with a strange and powerful light, his black hair dancing wildly, and his face was arrogant and domineering.

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"Heh! How can the patriarch be seen as much as you want? You are a wasted person, even your blood has dried up, and you are no longer worthy of the surname Chen!"

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully, the disdain in his eyes undisguised.

At such an age, his hair is as white as snow, and the aura on his body is chaotic, and then look at the thin palm, it is obvious that the name of the Chen family has been completely implemented!

The Chen family, don't leave wasters!

"Really?"

Chen Chen turned around slowly, his red eyes staring directly at the middle-aged man in front of him, and a murderous aura burst out from his body.

At this moment, the middle-aged man felt that the whole world was silent!

"You!"

Looking at Chen Chen's eyes, the middle-aged man's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he was trembling even when he spoke.

What kind of eyes are these?

Lonely, arrogant, and unstoppable.

Pain, sorrow, grief!

Especially the fluttering figure in his eyes, it seems that he will fly out of those eyes at any time.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he clearly saw a beautiful woman in white walking out of Chen Chen's eyes, holding a short sword with cold light in her hand.

The woman in white stepped into the air step by step, and a small dimple loomed on her smiling face.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the woman in white moved, and stabbed out with a sword at the middle-aged man's eyes!

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he wanted to dodge, but he felt like he was stuck in a swamp!

"Ahh

The middle-aged man shouted miserably, covering his eyes with his hands and constantly retreating.

A stream of scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, instantly condensing in this cold winter.

"How dare you hurt me!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, trembling all over.

I can't believe that a waste who doesn't even have an unstable breath can stab himself blind!

The middle-aged man vaguely remembered the name of the woman in white:

Jade Flying Immortals!

That wasted man's Taoist companion!

"If you don't let me, I'll have to do it myself!"

Chen Chen's face was expressionless, and he slowly walked towards the courtyard gate, so frightened that the middle-aged man retreated again and again, sat on the ground with his butt, and a foul smell came out.

"Who dares to commit murder in the Chen family?"

Suddenly, with a loud roar, the courtyard door opened again, and more than a dozen strong men rushed out, and several handsome young men walked lightly, step by step, and came at great speed.

Every big man exuded a fierce aura all over his body, and it was obvious that such a strong evil aura would be formed after years of bloody tempering.

Several teenagers in the distance had already arrived at the gate of the compound in the middle of their breaths, and the momentum on their bodies was strong, which made people feel even more stressed than those big men.