"Juyuan?" Yinchen couldn't help but ask aloud when he heard a new noun, which managed to divert his attention from the big eyes.

"The so-called [Juyuan style] is a kind of [formation], Yinchen you should be able to understand, the formation is a very broad statement, including the military formation used when marching and fighting, the 'small Sumeru blessed land' or 'feng shui forest' deliberately created by feng shui masters belong to the [formation]. However, the [Juyuan Style] is a special formation, which can resonate with the vitality of the monks, and this formation must be formed by using a special method to fix the Gangfeng in the space. You can also think of it as a formation that we monks use. Zhang Mengmeng patiently explained to Yinchen while pulling him off the cliff without a trace.

"So what does the [Gathering Yuan Style] do? Sounds like it increases the speed at which the monk absorbs the Yuan Qi?, and increases the concentration of the Yuan Qi?" Silver Dust then asked, for some reason, he always felt that something fateful was about to befall him.

"Juyuan style gathers vitality, this is the simplest and most basic usage, the more powerful Juyuan style, but it can not rely on people and produce Gangfeng out of thin air, so as to form various things, play a variety of roles! Yinchen, you have studied the "Remnant Soul Sutra" and even mastered the remnant soul sound, you don't know that those engraved in the hidden weapon, the pattern twisted into the soul is one of the most clever Juyuan styles, right?" Zhang Mengmeng glanced at Yinchen a little strangely, thinking to herself that you have mastered even the most powerful Juyuan Style, why don't you even know what the Juyuan Style is?

When Yinchen heard this, his face changed suddenly, and then he began to change the topic hesitantly, asking Zhang Mengmeng what the plan of this operation was, asking how to deal with those righteous paths for a while, and asking what to eat at night for a while.

Yinchen and Zhang Mengmeng casually exchanged a few words, then wanted to be quiet, and got into the big tent that belonged to him, Zhang Mengmeng looked at Yinchen's unguarded appearance, and couldn't help but be even more strange, what's wrong with this boy, he is nervous when he talks about Juyuan? Could it be that there is a problem with his cultivation of the "Remnant Soul Sutra"? But what can go wrong with that kind of exercise? That is already the most evil method? If there is no problem, it should be a problem? Except that the problem is normal?

Zhang Mengmeng was in front of the tent and couldn't think of anything, so she could only shake her head and get into the tent next to her—her tent and the silver dust were close together.

Silver Dust slipped into the tent and took out what he had made from all the plum darts he had left that night before.

It was a standard cube, with straight edges and square corners, and each edge was exactly the same length. Each face of the cube is engraved with thin golden dents, these dents are connected to each other, like an irregular cage surrounding the cube, that is the seal, the seal of the light attribute, just like his immortal song, the seal of light suppresses the necromantic aura emitted by the magic weapon itself, making it look like a very ordinary item.

The black iron block with golden veins in Yinchen's hand was the "hacker terminal" that he had spent a whole night injecting into the refining of 10,000 remnant souls.

Yinchen himself doesn't know what grade this terminal is, because this black iron cube itself doesn't have too strong attack power, and it can't generate a powerful defensive formation, so it can't be judged by the identification method described in the "Remnant Soul Sutra", Yinchen doesn't care about this, what he cares about now is, how much power can this weird thing that has been painstakingly refined?

He decided to give it a try.

At the same time, all kinds of figures appeared around the Wangtian Peak where the Demon Wei Pavilion was located, and these people were obviously not good, and of course they didn't have any intention of concealing their identities and purposes. They are the people of some sects in the middle of the hundred sects of the righteous path, and these people are all ordered by the disciples of the main sect of the righteous path, or some other servant in charge, to come to this Li to test the depth of the people in the demon path.

"Tell them that our Demon Dao is going to eat now, and then we will deal with them when we are full, no? No, we will bombard them with earth, anyway, we are the Demon Dao, are the rules of the rivers and lakes...... When we think about it, we can't remember it, and there is no way to do it. Liang Yunguang's voice spread from the middle of the Demon Dao camp in all directions, causing a burst of laughter and cheers from the Demon Dao disciples. A large number of demonic people followed suit with all kinds of strange noises, saying all kinds of unpleasant things that could not be put on the stage, making the righteous path disciples who "surrounded" them red-faced but helpless.

Although in terms of the strength of the bright side, the righteous path obviously overpowered the demon path this time, and the righteous path knights who came were generally cultivated to a small realm or two, but the number of people in the demon path was too much, and in terms of momentum, they crushed the righteous path monks fiercely.

300 righteous path monks plus 26 loose cultivators who have a big enmity with some sects of the Demon Dao, formed a small "visiting group", ran to the edge of the camp of tens of thousands of people in the Demon Dao, and threatened to eliminate the Demon Guardian Dao, not to mention whether these guys really have the courage of the three hundred warriors of Sparta, even if there were, this number is too small, right?

300 to 10,000, unless these righteous path monks all drive Gundam, they will definitely be eaten by the demons to the point that there is not even any dregs left - this is not a rhetorical device, and there are not a few cannibalistic sects in the demon path.

"Senior Brother Wan, why are you doing this? Why did you come here in person? In case ...... "300 righteous paths" in the "Sparta", a tall fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was looking at the man standing proudly at the front of the line with a worried and adoring expression. The man was only ten years old, tall and handsome, although his height of more than six feet was not average, but his upright posture and handsome appearance like a king could instantly capture the hearts of some deep girls. This ten-year-old boy, although he is the leader of a group of righteous monks in the society, his clothes are not righteous at all.

The moon-white robe, with the placket open, revealing the dark blue inside, carved with a coiled snake (unless the emperor's armor is not allowed to carve a dragon, and the dragon is not allowed, it is exclusive to other members of the royal family) The treasured spiritual weapon armor, the shoulders of the armor are just two vivid tiger heads, the open placket of the robe is tightly buttoned on the shoulders so as not to slip off, the cuffs of the robe are tightened, not at all like the style of the southerners, but a bit like the style of the northern cavalry generals, but the pattern embroidered by the black silk thread like ink on the robe is clearly the Chunhui flowing cloud pattern in the Jiangnan style, which makes the whole robe look weird, and the open hem of the robe is also shorter, revealing a pair of high-top boots of this benevolent brother, which is the style of a nomadic tribe in a remote area, anyway, southerners who are used to wearing cloth shoes will not wear this kind of thing. The pair of boots were also dark blue, and the fine East China Sea Alien Beast Little Blue Dragon leather was made out of many hollow meshes, revealing the silk socks worn inside, and the top of the high uppers was hard to bear the fur of the snow wolf on the Northwest Cangtian Plain, and the white hair like crystal silk threads was turned outside, which looked even more nondescript. In addition to these, the young man also wore a bright red cloak on the outermost part of the robe (or short robe), and in order to tie a sword to his left waist, he actually used three thin circles of iron lotus seeds as a belt.

Not only was he dressed strangely, but even his sword was strange, and from its scabbard, it was a very thin and long sword, which seemed to be nearly five feet long, but it was no more than three fingers wide in any way. At this time, the sword was quietly staying in the scabbard, and its scabbard was actually a sword "sour branch red" lacquerware, the red color, like a deadly blood spring, in the sunset burst out of the halo almost like blood mist, at a glance, you can see that it has been repeatedly painted many times, and the red is too bright. The big red scabbard outlines a round smiling face with bright white silver, and a triangular crying face, which looks funny and treacherous, and the handle of the sword is a carp carved in gold, the fine scales are delicate, the eyes inlaid with silver are actually shining with smart brilliance, the carp has a wide open mouth, two thin fins are made into gauntlets, the body and tail of the fish are the hilt of the sword, and the five-foot Qingfeng hidden in the sour branch red scabbard should be spit out of the fish's mouth.