The five elements are born together, and they are also mutually restrained, and only the corresponding attribute skills should be able to deal with them. The vines wrapped around Mo Yi's feet and began to extend upwards. Mo Yi swung his knife carefully, for fear of slashing his own foot. There was another fire on the vine, and Mo Yi's pants were set on fire. The fire baked Mo Yi's legs little by little, and Mo Yi screamed in pain, gasped several times, and struggled desperately. Mo Yi slashed through the growth of vines on the ground, and the vines broke in unison. Mo Yi hurriedly pulled down the burning branches, dropped his sword and hands, picked up the stagnant water, and poured it on himself regardless of whether it was dirty or not. The skin on his legs was rotten, and his trousers were burned into shorts.

After the wound was infected by bacteria, it was so painful that Mo Yi almost couldn't stand up. Peng Hou laughed and ran to the depths of the cave. Peng Hou ran away, not that it lost, but that the victory or defeat was already obvious.

There are only a few hours left until dark, and we can't let anything hold back. "Old Lizi, I need your help!" "Please call me Sima Jun!" Guangqing showed her head from her pocket. "Dead old man, there's a lot of nonsense, turn around and help me keep walking. "If you tell me why Peng Hou left, I'll help you." "You're not talking nonsense, ask knowingly, of course Peng Hou is gone because it's not the boss here, so there's a more powerful lord waiting for me inside!" "Oh, there are even more powerful people, aren't you afraid?" Guangqing pretended to be nervous, and the reason was self-evident. "Mom. Yes, that's my brother!" Mo Yi said this and didn't say anything more, and he didn't care whether Sima Jun helped or not, he leaned against the wall and walked into the depths. It's a big deal, it's nothing.

"What I value most in Sima Jun is a person who speaks of righteousness. Guangqing turned into Sima Jun. With a wave of the dust on Mo Yi's leg, the burn disappeared all of a sudden, and there was no pain. Mo Yi thanked Sima Jun and hurriedly walked into the depths.

"Come out, dead monkey, Lao Tzu is here again!" Mo Yi shouted inside, his voice constantly echoing in the cave, but no one answered. After walking for about twenty minutes, I finally came to the end of the cave.

At the end of the cave is rock, which means that it is a dead end. There is another mystery here, or the dead monkey deliberately lured Mo Yi here. Mo Yi was frustrated, maybe he chose the wrong road from the beginning, and Huangtian should not be able to save him.

Lao Dao was not as depressed as Mo Yi, but began to look around carefully. The surrounding area is the same as the previous places, the only difference is that there is no standing water, no gems, and there is a mural on the wall.

"Come and see, things seem to be turning around. Hearing Sima Jun's words, Mo Yi suddenly became energetic again, walked to Sima Jun's side, and carefully studied the painting, but he didn't see the reason for it for a long time.

"Old man, what are you asking me to see?" Mo Yi asked inexplicably. "Haha, boy, I knew you couldn't read it. Sima Jun dusted the mural twice with a whisk and began to explain: "This is called the Eight Pole Diagram, which is a formation evolved from the Bagua Array, which is used to suppress fierce beasts or protect the door. Only those who understand the eight-pole diagram can see something that makes people happy. However, if he misunderstands the eight-pole diagram, he doesn't know where the door is. This eight-pole diagram runs through the eight directions, some doors are born and some doors are death, and the door of life is suppressed with the power of the five elements, so if you choose the right door, you may not be able to enter. ”............ Listening to Sima Jun's words like this, Mo Yi was in the clouds, "It seems to be very powerful." In fact, Mo Yi didn't understand a word: "How do you know so much?" Lao Dao stroked his long beard and replied: "Because the person who created this array is my Sima Jun, and those who understand my Sima can recognize this array." "The dead old man is talking a lot of nonsense, hurry up and unravel it for me, why do you have nothing to do with such a complicated thing?" Mo Yi's heart was in a hurry, how could he have time to listen to the nonsense of the old man Sima.

Sima Jun also knew that Mo Yi was in a hurry, so he didn't talk to him anymore, and began to decode the eight-pole diagram.

After about five minutes, Sima Jun unraveled the Eight Poles diagram. Mo Yi still looked unhappy: "What did you do, it took so long to solve it yourself, it's not a shame." "Although it is true to say that this eight-pole diagram was created by Sima Jun, but the eight-pole diagram can inject some power into a thousand changes, and it will take several years and months for those who can solve it, and only Sima Jun can do it at a speed of five minutes.

"Stinky boy, why are you nagging more than an old man like me. Sima Jun stroked his long beard and continued: "Let's go!" "Where are you going?" Mo Yi looked at Sima Jun puzzled. There is not even a door around, are you taunting me? Sima Jun knew what Mo Yi was thinking, and pointed to Mo Yi's feet. Mo Yi looked in the direction Sima Jun pointed, "Ah~~" Mo Yi screamed and fell.

At Moyi's feet was a cloud, and a big tree was stuck in the cloud. The tree looked at least a few hundred years old, with branches intertwined, any thigh-thick branch, and the thickest branch would be as big as a normal tree. Of course, Mo Yi was not frightened by such a thick tree, but ...... He was afraid of heights. Although his vision was obscured by the clouds, one can imagine how tragic this scene would be if he stumbled and fell. "Ah~~~" Mo Yi's screams continued, he closed his eyes directly and didn't dare to look, and greeted Sima Jun's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

When Sima Jun saw Mo Yi's poke look, he laughed and jumped down. The old man Sima shook off the dust: "Middle" dust wrapped Mo Yi, and then pulled, Mo Yi and Sima Jun both fell onto the thick branches.

Speaking of which, this branch is really very strong, at such a high altitude, the branches and trunks of the tree are not shaking, and people feel like walking on the ground. Sima Jun feels this way, but Mo Yi is not. As the old saying goes, if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk. The tree is not shaking, everyone is shaking, Mo Yi looked down a little, the whole person is not very good, staggering, just want to jump down. Mo Yi couldn't care so much, face or anything was not as important as life, so he grabbed a branch directly, wrapped his hands and feet around it, and trembled. "Division...... Sima old thief. Mo Yi shouted. Sima Jun was depressed now, didn't he tease him once, how could he become Sima Lao's thief. "You're an old thief, your whole family is an old thief. "Okay...... Alright, dead old man, give ...... Give me wings. ”

"What do we do with the wings, we're going to go into the hollow of the tree. "If you go to the tree hole, then you don't need wings, you don't need wings, you don't need to beg Sima Jun, and the momentum is suddenly high" Then don't go quickly, Sima old thief. "I don't stutter anymore. "Hey, you kid. Sima Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Mo Yi knew that he didn't have to climb down the branches, and his whole mood improved, and he kept talking along the way. "Old man Sima, you're really funny!" Mo Yi said as he climbed into the hollow of the tree. "I'm so bad. "The branches in the hollow are also intertwined, so it's easy to climb down. "I said no, the first time I saw you, you hid in the painting, and then ran around on me, and finally squirted out from there, it was actually a pear, even if it was a pear, it turned out to be an old man, you tell me if you yourself are low-level bad taste. Sima Jun didn't know how to answer when Mo Yi said it.

"Do you think I like to hide in paintings, isn't that sealed? Do you think I like that way of appearing? Lose my old face! Do you think I like pears very much? I was born like that, don't you accept it? I'm an old man, you bite me!" Sima Jun said, and then he played helplessly. "You dead old man. Mo Yi was amused by this old man, he was just a little hairy child: "Who can seal you?" When getting along with friends, Mo Yi is so heartless, because at this time he doesn't need to be serious, he has no burden, and he can play as much as he wants. I saw Sima Jun shaking his head with a bitter expression. Yes, there are still many masters in this world, there are people outside the world, there are people outside the sky, there are many people who are more powerful than Sima Jun, and there are even more people who are more powerful than Mo Yi.

"You stinky little ......" was interrupted by Mo Yi before he could say it. Seeing Mo Yi's serious face, he didn't joke, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Mo Yi didn't speak, and pointed to the seven-star sword that was constantly shaking around his waist, "It's dangerous." Sima Jun drew a formation for himself, which he could control freely when he stepped on his feet, and by the way, he drew a mark on Mo Yi and let Mo Yi grow wings. Although this was the second time he flew, Mo Yi still staggered and almost fell.

Peng Hou was scurrying around in the hollow of the tree, and his hands and feet were very nimble. Mo Yi's clumsy flight can only be treated as a fledgling, teased by a nimble monkey in every way. "You dead monkey, I can't do it here, you dare to set fire. "As he spoke, he took the sword and killed it, like an angel. "Hehe, I don't need fire to kill you. Peng Hou wagked his five tails defiantly.

This Mo Yi sometimes has no brains at all. It can't use fire in the tree hole, but it can use wood, and in the tree hole, can you still hide from the vines? It is directly conceivable that Mo Yi is being played by the monkey in every way, and he feels that he will not love it anymore.

Sima Jun saw that they were having fun, so he naturally watched from the wall, holding his stomach and laughing. "Sima old thief, if you laugh again, I will shave all your beard, do you believe it?" Sima Jun stroked his long beard: "Come on, hahahaha!" was obviously teasing Mo Yi. Mo Yi didn't have time to pay attention to the old man Sima, who would always be cheap.

"On the Seven Stars!" Mo Yi summoned the Seven Star Sword, cut off the vines on his body, and mended the monkey by the way. Peng Hou bared his teeth in pain, and a scar was cracked on his thin arm, bleeding blood.

One person and one monkey looked at each other, as if they were going to swallow each other alive. Peng Hou shook his five tails, and a hundred sharp knives appeared behind his back, floating in the air, just waiting for the monkey to give an order and poke Mo Yi into a sieve. Sima Jun saw that things had happened like this, and he couldn't do it without doing anything, so he directly drew a formation to trap Peng Hou. Peng Hou jumped up and down, poking the barrier with a sharp knife, but he couldn't break it. "Zi" Peng Hou scolded Sima Jun, "Monster, what do you mean by keeping me here?"

Sima Jun stroked his long beard: "Those who understand my Sima can recognize this formation." Besides, you're the monster!"

Today's second chapter was so hard to write, and I wrote it for hours