Lin Aotian has his own arrogant capital, he can transform his divine thoughts, and he can travel thousands of miles, in Zhongzhou Xing, there are only a few monks with such cultivation.

Tianjizi is just one of these people, Lin Aotian's divine thoughts exude a proud aura all the way to Qixing Island, which seems arrogant, but it is just transmitting a message,

"I have the capital to conspire with chance!"

Tianjizi's reaction was also in response to Lin Aotian,

"I'm a little slow to treat you because I also have the capital to conspire with chance!"

Two old ghosts who have cultivated for thousands of years, after a silent contest, know that in the face of chance, collusion has become inevitable.

Lin Aotian, whose divine thoughts had been transformed, had clear eyebrows and a solemn expression, and since he had already chosen to conspire with the opportunity, he asked directly, "Heavenly Opportunity Daoist, do you know where the great array outside the valley was broken by the monks?"

"Monk?" Tianjizi shook his head with a wry smile,

"But a mortal. ”

Lin Aotian felt that this was the most ridiculous answer he had heard in thousands of years. His face turned cold in an instant, and there was a biting cold breath in the air.

"Fellow Daoist of Heavenly Machines, don't you think that my Heavenly Cangzong doesn't know the formation at all? mortals?

Tianjizi looked at Lin Aotian's cold face as if he wanted to attack at any time, sighed "hey", and said a digression bitterly, "I don't know if the old man can get a glimpse of the infinite changes in the formation of the world on the day of the limit." ”

After Tianjizi finished speaking, he didn't say much, raised his right hand, condensed the spiritual power on the tip of his index finger, used his finger as a pen, and painted in the air.

The spiritual power forms bright lines, condensed but not dissolved, because the degree of condensation is different, and the light and dark changes are separated.

Soon he completely carved the ancient immortal array outside the Yingxian Valley in the air, and the carving of the large array was completed, and his mind moved, and a piece of black jade gossip array disk on his waist flashed, and two pills, one red and one green, four crystal clear white clouds, and eight inch-high triangular array flags appeared in the air.

The four clouds hovered in the position of the four elephants in the air array, and the eight array flags kept flickering and moving in the air array, revealing the position of the eight gates.

After the red pill entered the large array, it suddenly shattered into a small ball of red powder hanging in the air, and the cyan pill then slowly floated into the large array in the air.

The Tao originates from nature, and it is ever-changing, but it has a common origin, but it is the perception and application of the rules of heaven and earth.

There are three ways to form a formation, one is to kill, one is to help, and the other is to be clever.

Clever together, mainly sleepy, the arranger takes the rules of heaven and earth that he knows and understands as the soul of the array, controls all things, borrows nature, and uses the technique of Dunjia Qimen as the array, exhausts its changes, counts people's hearts, and hides the truth under the fog and traps.

Although the Tiancang Sect is based on magic, the sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are many records and dabbles in the formation method. Although Lin Aotian doesn't know how to set up a formation, he has no lack of knowledge.

Now he has believed that Tianjizi's answer is not ridiculous.

Tianjizi looked at Lin Aotian, whose face was completely relaxed, and shook his head with a wry smile again, telling everything he saw from the peeping mirror in detail, and presenting it in front of Lin Aotian without concealment.

After some explanation, Tianjizi waved his hand, and the pill, Yunzi, and array flags disappeared in a leisurely flash, and the large array drawn by the spiritual power in the air was like a burst of smoke that suddenly dissipated.

Tianjizi opened his eyebrows and slowly stroked his long beard, his expression was leisurely as if he was waiting for something, Lin Aotian stared at him, his face was hesitant as if he couldn't make up his mind about something. The isolated space became silent, and the two thousand-year-old ghosts had different expressions and were relatively speechless.

But after a few breaths, Lin Aotian's expression relaxed, and he said slowly,

"Tianji Daoist friends must know that all major sects have some secrets that cannot be said to the outside world, and the following poor Daoist words, I hope that Daoists will not spread to the outside world. ”

Lin Aotian's words were earnest, and there was no coercion in his words, but the words were crisp and cold, like ice beads falling into a jade plate.

Seeing that Tianjizi was restrained and nodded solemnly, Lin Aotian nodded in response, recognized Tianjizi's promise, and then said,

"Fang Cai Dao Friend mortal broke the formation and said, Poor Dao is not intentionally suspicious, he is really the person who set up the formation, and he is one of the founding patriarchs of my Tiancang lineage, Ziyang Zhenren. How can you believe that the immortal array laid out by the ancestor of this sect was broken by a mortal?"

Tianjizi's face was shocked, and he said in a lost voice, "It turned out to be the Ziyang real person of the Tiancang lineage!"

"No wonder! Although this big array is a simple four-elephant and eight-gate. Thousands of years but no one can break it, it turned out to be from the "colorful heart, purple sun fire" Ziyang real person. ”

At this time, Lin Aotian and Tianjizi glanced at each other in unison, and there was some incomprehensible bitterness in the eyes of the two of them.

A thousand-year-old legend, a thousand-year-old legend.

Zhongzhou Star has become a legendary monk, all as ethereal as heaven and earth, although it makes people yearn for it, but after all, it has been ten thousand years. And the monk who has become a legend, although it is also a thousand years away, but the family of the sect has a wide range of records and circularies, every time a monk reads it, he is full of excitement and wants to see the fairy face.

A thousand years is not too difficult for a monk to cross.

Ziyang Zhenren is such a monk who has become a legend, about his person, sect, and family, the most complained about is that his cultivation is profound, and he is the only monk who has cultivated Ziyang soul fire in magic for thousands of years, and he is not only powerful in magic, but also the power of his divine thoughts, which is actually seven colors, like colorful clouds.

Therefore, the Zhongzhou stars at that time said that it was, "colorful heart, purple sun fire"

The truth is hidden under the aura.

In the current Zhongzhou Star, only 5 monks know how reckless Ziyang Zhenren was when he was unable to distinguish between good and evil.

If that's all there is, it doesn't matter. However, because he was involved in a huge secret in the cultivation realm, the five monks were all secretive.

Lin Aotian, Tianjizi is one of the two who knows the greatest secrets.

After looking at each other for a while, the two of them had a tacit understanding that they would not involve a little bit of that great secret in the following conversation.

The Sky Speculator Mirror only showed that there were powerful spiritual power fluctuations in the spatial cracks of Yingxian Valley, and did not show a colorful glow. Although Tianjizi had already decided in his heart that the secluded small world was left by Ziyang Zhenren, he still asked hesitantly,

"This secluded small world is indeed the legacy of that senior?"

Although he had an arrogant and cold temperament, Lin Aotian looked at Tianjizi's aggressive eyes, but he still tilted his head slightly, and then looked back calmly, nodding without hesitation.

Mo said that Shen Nian had carefully scanned the Yingxian Valley, in fact, a thousand years ago, he knew that the secluded small world was left by Ziyang Zhenren, just for the sake of the Tiancang lineage, and if it should be concealed, it must be kept silent.

If you want to cultivate, you can't just rely on faith. Several large sects in Zhongzhou Star all control several large spiritual veins, and all of them have secret exercises, pills with various effects, magic weapons from Zhenshan Gate, and secrets that are not publicized.

A small world left behind from the period of the Great War of the Immortal and Underworld, how many treasures and magic elixirs will be in it?

Lin Aotian knows that he is suffering. For thousands of years, the Heavenly Cangzong had also secretly cultivated monks who specialized in formations, but because they could not obtain the complete inheritance of the technique of Dunjia Qimen, all their efforts were in vain.

Although Ziyang Zhenren was one of the founding patriarchs of the Tiancang Sect, he was so reckless that he had no interest in the continuation of the sect, leaving behind a small world of seclusion, but he did not mention the mystery of the Yingxian Valley Great Array, nor did he reveal the means of touching the prohibition of Qingye.

If it weren't for that, with him Lin Aotian, why bother to find this Seven Star Island, why bother to look at the face of this old thief, and why bother to share this great opportunity with several major sects.

Thinking of the huge loss, Lin Aotian lost the mood to continue to be polite with Tianjizi. It happened that Tianjizi smiled bitterly, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but in the end he just shook his head.

"Doesn't your Seven Star Island have a hidden secret? Are you an old thief who is kind and benevolent?"

After scolding the old thief in his heart, Lin Aotian suppressed the urge to run away in an instant.

"Is there a blank jade plaque?" Lin Aotian's face was calm, but the words he said were stiff and stiff to omit honorifics.

One of the cruelest things in the cultivation realm is that only strength can be exchanged for respect.

In Seven Star Island, although Tianjizi is not afraid of Lin Aotian, his realm and cultivation are one line behind him after all, and since he has forced out the secret of the other party's pressing the bottom of the box. Tianjizi, who accepted it when he saw it, "went down the steps", and after his face was solemn, his mind flashed, and a jade plate of green jade appeared in front of Lin Aotian.

Lin Aotian separated a wisp of extremely fine golden divine thought, and after a flash of light, it disappeared into the jade plate of the green jade.

Tianjizi made a move, and the jade card appeared in the palm of his hand, he didn't rush to look at the jade card in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Lin Aotian, and saw that his face flashed with green energy, but he pretended to nod meaninglessly, Tianjizi smiled secretly in his heart, but his face exuded his divine sense solemnly, wrapping the jade card that he had been holding tightly in his hand.

There were only a few scattered sentences and a very rudimentary map in the jade plaque.

Both sides can fight each other. In the face of great chance, Tianjizi knew that Lin Aotian had found Seven Star Island, and he would have a little reservation in the content of the jade plate, but he would never cheat.

Looking up at Lin Aotian, on the "stinky face" that was known for his cold arrogance, there was a leisurely expression, and Tianjizi smiled bitterly in his heart.

Now that I have seen the secrets of other sects, the next conspiracy, how can Seven Star Island be slack.

"I never thought that Ziyang Zhenren would be so reckless towards the younger generations of this sect."

Fortunately, although the complaint in the jade plaque is pitiful, in terms of the planning of chance, it is better than the other sects that got the news later, so that Qixing Island can make some careful preparations.

Ziyang Zhenren's divine thoughts, there should be more than a month to completely open the spatial crack leading to the secluded small world.

Tianjizi didn't know what kind of hustle and bustle would be in Yingxian Valley at that time, the cultivation realm that had been silent for hundreds of years.