"Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Xiao ......" At this time, Ling Zheng looked down at the wound on his chest, with an incredible look on his face, he didn't believe that he was killed by a blurred figure so easily, he was unwilling. The magnificent palace in the distance flashed with a strange divine light, and bursts of Dao sounds rippled out from the sky, like chanting, like whispering, and as if sighing about the ten thousand ways of heaven and earth. Vicissitudes of life. The black evil knife in the hand of the blurred black shadow is like a greedy ghost, sucking its own blood. The evil smile on the corner of the other party's mouth seemed to haunt Ling's heart like a nightmare, and the light of the scorching sun was the last color Ling saw in this "world". Feeling that his vitality was passing quickly, Ling suddenly became alert, no, this is a dream, not real. When Ling had just come up with the idea, Xiao Hei's urgent voice came from his ears.

Hearing Xiao Hei's eager call, Ling suddenly hit a spirit and woke up from his sleep. Seeing the familiar figures and concerned eyes of his partners again, Ling let out a long breath. Although it was just a nightmare just now, it made Ling feel like he was in a different world.

And in the endless years when Ling woke up, a vague black shadow looked at "Ling" who had gradually lost his vitality in front of him, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he said gloomily: "Reverse time and space? Hehe, it's a little interesting." But this is just a mantis arm as a car, and you will still be buried under my magic knife after all, and you will ...... it."

"Xiao, are you okay?Why is your face so ugly?Is it a nightmare?" Xiao Hei and the others came to the bedside, looked at the pale Ling, and asked worriedly. Seeing that Ling had woken up, the three of them finally let go of their hearts that had been mentioned in their throats.

Ling Du was the first to get up before, and his routine was very regular, washing, practicing, making breakfast for everyone, day after day, over and over again. But today, everyone has finished freshening up, and there is no figure of Ling. I thought he was going out to cultivate, but an unwilling low roar came from the room and everyone noticed that Ling was still in the room. They were worried that Ling would go mad because of his cultivation, so they rushed into the room. When they entered Ling's room, they found that Ling's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, his iron fists were clenched tightly, and the muscles around his body were tense, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. Seeing Ling like this, Wu Dao told Xiao Hei and Shi Chen not to move Ling's body, lest Ling go mad. Therefore, Xiao Hei could only keep whispering in Ling's ear, hoping to wake Ling up from the nightmare.

"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare. Ling said to Xiao Hei and the others while recalling the scene in the dream. That dream was so real that even Ling could feel the anger and determination of his other "self", and he could also feel the sharp pain of being stabbed into his chest by a strange magic knife. Ling even suspected that it was not a dream at all, but a mysterious force guiding him in the dark. After Ling finished speaking, he got up and stood up, but the cold wind around Ling made Ling shiver unconsciously, he stroked his back with his hand, and found that his body was like washing, and his long shirt was soaked with sweat at some point. When cultivating to the realm of Ling, it is easy not to fall into a nightmare, let alone break out in a cold sweat because of a nightmare. It seems that last night's nightmare was indeed quite unusual.

"Since you're fine, then I'm going to leave first, today is the day for the disciples of the formation system to learn from each other, and those little slippery heads from the Shenwu Academy don't know if they can advance smoothly!" Wu Dao poked out his divine sense, and when he noticed that Ling was fine

Wait, whispered to everyone.

Wu Dao is now a teacher of the formation department, although he is obscene and unscrupulous on weekdays, but he is very conscientious towards the disciples of the formation department. He is different from many of the older teachers in the academy, Shenwu Academy is the first school in China, and most of the teachers in the formation department are majestic and old-fashioned, and Wu Dao's humor and humor, coupled with his extensive knowledge, naturally incarnates into a clear stream among a bunch of old people. Because Wu Dao was not much older than those disciples, and he knew how to get along with the disciples of the academy, he quickly got along with them and was deeply loved by them.

After Wu Dao left, Ling also took a hot bath, changed into clean clothes, and went to Phoenix Terrace with Shi Chen and the others. When everyone arrived at Phoenix Terrace, they found that the Seven Evils of the Ruins and the Ambush had also sat on the stands early. Although Jing Yi claimed to Ye Ruyu that the eight people were friends of the Shenwu Academy, he did not inform them that they were Ling's friends, and even rejected Ye Ruyu's idea of making room under the cliff and letting a few people watch the battle on the Phoenix Stage. As a hidden force, Jing Yi didn't want them to appear in the eyes of the world too early. Moreover, the Seven Evils of Returning to the Ruins were brought out by Ling from the Returning Ruins, and they obeyed Ling's orders, not the Shenwu Academy, and these people did not belong to the disciples of the Shenwu Academy. Therefore, it is more appropriate for them to sit with Ling.

"Fellow Chinese Daoists, up to now, the grand meeting of the five-year covenant has been held more than halfway, today is the day for the disciples of the formation system to learn, in order to avoid affecting the cultivators here, we will set up a large array around the Phoenix Terrace, first, to protect the safety of all the disciples, and secondly, to allow the disciples who participated in the discussion to have no scruples, and try their best to display the magic power of the formation. After Lei Zixiu finished speaking, he nodded at Wu Dao and the other seven people. Wu Dao and the rest of the seven people are all masters in the world who are proficient in formations, and they naturally have to ask them to complete the formation arrangement.

As soon as Lei Zixiu's words fell, he saw Wu Dao taking the lead in occupying the eastern position, and the other people were lined up in order according to the position of the five elements and gossip. People stood on the edge of the Phoenix Shrine, each took out nine falling stones from their arms, and according to the prior agreement, the eight colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and black fell stones into the Phoenix Terrace. The formation is evolved from the totem of ancient times, and it is the most primitive psychic and mysterious means of resisting the enemy in the world. Wu Dao came here in advance, just to discuss with several forces, what kind of formation can be laid out so that it can not affect the Huaxia disciples to watch and not interfere with the disciples who are learning from each other to play to their heart's content. The Bagua Array has a long history and is the prototype of many formations in the world, and the changes are subtle, which is the most suitable.

Looking at the eight people who were busy on the Phoenix Stage, Ling turned his head and asked softly in the ambush: "Dao Law and Poison Art are also extremely dangerous, but why don't you see them set up a formation to protect each other, but the formation system has eight people to jointly set up a formation, are there any unknown reasons and taboos in this?"

"Since the beginning of Chaos, there are not only martial arts and Taoism in China, but there are three major categories, martial arts, Taoism, and formations go hand in hand. It's just that the descendants of China respect martial arts, so the formation system has gradually declined. But what the world doesn't know is that the history of the formation is much older than the derivative categories such as poison and medicine. At that time, Pangu Emperor opened the world in the chaos, and the earliest discovery was that there was a peerless array in the Hongmeng universe, and the mysterious formation in the starry sky existed forever, and all things in heaven and earth, all the heavens and stars were growing and reproducing according to the trajectory of that formation. It's all-encompassing, right down to the stars

The sun and the moon, as small as snakes, insects, rats and ants, can find the source in that square formation. Emperor Pangu took this formation as the base, took the heavens and stars as the stone, the scorching sun as the yang eye, and the cold moon as the yin eye, perfected the mysterious formation, and placed the Huaxia Ancestral Star in the sea of stars. In other words, this universe is actually an incomparably mysterious magic circle. However, because later generations are more and more inclined to pursue their own strength, the mystery of the formation has been gradually forgotten. But even so, the formation has not disappeared in Huaxia, it has gone through the vicissitudes of time, the sun and the moon rotate, although it is not as sought after by the world as martial arts and Taoism, but it also has a long history and has never been broken. Fu Chao looked at the eight cultivators who were busy on the Phoenix Terrace, a trace of yearning and remembrance flashed in his eyes, and he explained softly to Ling.

"Since the formation is not weaker than the martial artists and Taoists if it is cultivated to the extreme, then why are there only a handful of formation sects on the Huaxia Continent? I think, there must be some reason for this to be respectful, right?" Ling pondered for a long time and asked.

"Yes, formation cultivators are indeed different from martial artists and Taoists, martial practitioners and cultivators can use themselves to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, capture the traces of heaven and earth in the void, so as to strengthen their own bodies and reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man, so as to break through the confinement of heaven and earth, fly to the immortal realm, or reach more distant places. But formation cultivators can't, and it's very difficult for formation cultivators to simply use the formation to improve their cultivation, because they need to use themselves as a furnace to engrave the formation on their bones, blood, and divine souls. Bone and blood are still easy to say, but the soul is the most vulnerable place in the human body, and if you want to carve the formation pattern on the soul, it is very much that people can try. The slightest carelessness will cause unhealable wounds to the body, ranging from the loss of the soul of the lighter to the loss of the path of cultivation, and the worst of which is even directly destroyed and unable to reincarnate. Fu Chao said softly.

Hearing the words of the ambush, Ling nodded lightly, no wonder the world's top formation masters were as rare as a rarity, and it turned out that the cultivation path of the formation was so bumpy. Although Wu Dao was proficient in formations, he only used formations as a means of cultivation or defense against enemies, rather than cultivators who specialized in cultivating formations. If you want to engrave all your souls into the formation pattern, and use this as a base for lifelong cultivation, it really takes a lot of courage! At the same time, Ling also thought of another thing, that is, although there are many formation sects in the world, as Fu Chao said, there are almost no people who have the courage to use themselves as the furnace of formations. The physical body is the array, the essence and blood are the stones, the self is integrated into the heaven and the earth, and the formation is combined with the universe, not to mention whether the cultivation can be successful, just this courage to break the cauldron will make many people prohibitive, and dare not be easily contaminated.

Seeing Ling's sighing expression, Fu Chao continued: "I don't know if there are cultivators in the Huaxia Continent today who dare to engrave their own divine souls into the formation, but in the era when I was in my heyday, there was indeed one person who tried and succeeded. It took him almost three hundred years to engrave the formation on the soul, and when the formation entered the body, his cultivation became a thousand miles a day, and he could even control the sun and the moon, and he was a god-like figure in the eyes of the world. ”

"Could it be that apart from carving the formation pattern on the divine soul, there is no other way for people to rely on the formation to reach the peerless realm?" Ling pondered for a moment and continued to ask.

Hearing Ling's words, Fu Chao looked at him with interest, a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Yes, that method is not only not as dangerous as using one's own body as a furnace, but if you are successful in cultivation, your cultivation can also shock the past and the present." And that method is, puppet symbiosis!"