The solidity of the red array is amazing, the valley has been blown up beyond recognition, but the large array is still strong, and the giant mountain spirit trapped in it is difficult to move an inch. There was no trace of the monks outside the formation, and the outcome was not difficult to guess.

The wind cracked and waited until the explosion stopped, and flew out of the corner of the valley, carefully observing the surroundings. The wave of attacks just now was shocking, and there was no doubt that it was a Qi Sea Stage cultivator, but Feng Crack was unwilling to leave, this time the matter was too important to make any mistakes.

Moreover, if it was really a Qi Sea Stage monk who made a move, it would be absolutely impossible to escape, but fortunately, the Feng clan was the top force in the wilderness, and it was prestigious, and Feng Split believed in his family's deterrent power against the monk.

Thinking of this, Feng Crack plucked up his courage, rushed into the empty valley and clenched his fists and said loudly: "May I ask which senior is here?

With the help of the spell, the sound of the wind cracking was loud and deep, and the echo reverberated back and forth in the valley for a long time before disappearing, but after that, the silence in the valley remained, and no one answered. Feng Crack looked around, doubted in his heart, and said boldly: "The Feng family does have something important here, if you accidentally delay the plan of the seniors, the juniors will apologize solemnly, and they will definitely compensate you, I don't know if I will come out and see you?"

On the top of the mountain, Yang Xiu and Monk Jingyuan put their heads together and discussed in a whisper.

"Do you want to mess with him, kill him here directly, God doesn't know it. Yang Xiu made a chopping gesture with his right hand and said coldly.

"No, no, there must be a secret treasure on the Wind Split, and maybe there are some mysterious spells left by their Feng family. The two of us may not be able to take him down, and there will be endless troubles in the future. Monk Jingyuan's head shook like a rattle, and he refused directly.

Yang Xiu didn't know the strength of the Feng family. Monk Jingyuan was clear. As one of the only few forces that have a great cultivator in the rebirth period, the strength of the Feng family goes without saying, and the war against the human race in this wilderness is also led by the Feng family. If it can't be cracked, it will be a big trouble for the twelve villages of Qincheng, and Monk Jingyuan has to consider this aspect.

"Tsk...... Then you can only use the flickering one. Yang Xiu scratched the corners of his eyebrows, looked at the wind crack that was still yelling at the air in the distance, and beckoned to Monk Jingyuan. A few words of this and this were commanded. Monk Jingyuan immediately gave Yang Xiu a thumbs up, with a very cunning expression.

......

No one responded for half a day. The doubts in Feng Crack's heart became more and more intense, and seeing that the state of the giant mountain spirit on the ground was getting worse and worse, Feng Crack was about to fly down as soon as he turned his heart sideways. But just then, two figures appeared on the other side of the valley. Slowly flew towards this direction.

Wind Crack immediately became vigilant, and there was a hint of nervousness at first, but then he was furious: it was these two people! They were following them, could they have put the spell just now...... But these two people are obviously just quenching monks?

"My Buddha is merciful, Brother Feng is fine, are you okay lately?" Monk Jingyuan chanted the Buddha's name from afar, and greeted Feng Crack with a sincere face.

At this time, the wind cracked and covered in dust, and the originally handsome face and flowing purple hair were even more dirty, and it was impossible to see the original face. Hearing Monk Jingyuan's words, the muscles on Feng Split's face twitched a few times, and he forcibly held back the anger in his heart. hugged his fists and said: "What a coincidence...... I don't know which senior is here, can you introduce the younger brother?"

"That's not necessary, you don't know this senior. He doesn't like to meet people,"

Yang Xiu waved his hand carelessly on the side, and said while stroking the smooth neck of the giant eagle: "He said that the old man said, for the sake of the face of the Feng family, I won't pursue this matter with you today, let's leave quickly." ”

The wind cracked and frowned. Looking at the two of them and at the fierce and vigorous puppet eagle, their minds were already scheming.

The earth-shattering attack just now must have been a Qi Sea Stage cultivator. At this time, seeing this puppet giant eagle with exquisite workmanship and the majestic posture of a demon beast between Gu Pan, Feng Crack was already sure in his heart that the person hiding in the shadows must be Li Zhuo's old man, there is no doubt that in Qin City, besides Li Zhuo, which Qi Sea Stage monk can make such an exquisite puppet?

Feng Crack, who thought he had guessed the truth, was a little discouraged, the other party had a Qi Sea Stage cultivator, and he definitely didn't have any chance, he knew that he should let the elders of the clan follow him......

Feng Split's mind turned sharply, with a smile on his face, he hugged his fists at the two of them, and then pointed to the four-headed giant mountain spirit in the valley and said: "Two, there was a misunderstanding in Fanjing Mountain before, and Feng apologizes to the two of them here." But these mountain spirits are very important to me, can you discuss with that senior......

"No way. ”

Jing Yuan Hedang rarely showed a tough tone, and said: "The twelve villages of Qincheng are within a radius of a hundred miles, and demon beast monks are not allowed to attack humans, and no one is allowed to hunt demon beasts with spiritual wisdom or masters, this is the rule set by the city lord. Could it be that the Feng family wants to start a war against Qin City?"

Feng Crack's expression was stagnant, his face was pale, and he was obviously unwilling in his heart. However, looking at the empty sky behind Yang Xiu and the others, Feng Crack breathed a sigh of relief. The heart of Li Zhuo did not show up, but also to avoid direct conflict between Qin Cheng and the Feng family, now is the critical moment of the war, neither Qin Cheng nor the Feng family is absolutely unwilling to have any friction.

Thinking of the overall situation of the war thousands of miles away, although Feng Split was unwilling in his heart, he could only say coldly: "Feng didn't mean that." Since the seniors insisted, Feng retired. ”

After saying that, he rushed into the air and hugged his fists from afar, and Feng Crack simply turned around and left, leaving the corpses of a group of monks lying silently at the bottom of the valley. It wasn't until the figure of the wind crack disappeared into the wilderness that Monk Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and quickly fell to the ground with Yang Xiu.

For some reason, the giant mountain spirit trapped in the formation had a weak breath at the moment, and there was an extra layer of black smoke on the gray-white rock-like skin, lifeless, except for the slightly undulating chest, it was impossible to see that these mountain-like things were living creatures.

Only the young mountain spirit surrounded in the middle was full of vitality and looked around curiously. However, it seemed that he was affected by the formation and couldn't see the situation outside in the formation, and the young giant mountain spirit just observed aimlessly, ignoring Yang Xiu and the others.

Monk Jingyuan didn't say much, and began to break the formation after clearing the rocks on the ground, while Yang Xiu flew in the air and carefully observed the formation, and quickly saw the signs, but also had greater doubts. This big array is not profound, and the power should not be great, how can it trap a three-headed adult giant mountain spirit?

Yang Xiu was worried that there was something strange in it, so he temporarily stood aside and broke the formation himself. Monk Jingyuan knew that Yang Xiu had studied the art of Dao Fu quite deeply, this formation was different from the name of Dao Fu, but the principle was similar, and he was definitely better at breaking the formation than himself.

"Please, Brother Yang. Monk Jingyuan bowed to Yang Xiu and said solemnly.

Yang Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect the monk to attach so much importance to these mountain spirits, and waved his hand and said: "What's polite, I'll try it, monk, you go to the periphery and watch, I'm worried that the guy surnamed Feng will kill a horse pistol." ”

Monk Jingyuan thought so, and immediately flew to the top of the valley and patrolled the surroundings with the puppet giant eagle.

The so-called array is to use immortal Chinese characters to solidify mana and arrange it in a specific form to achieve different effects. Yang Xiu only looked at it three or four times to make the principle of the entire set of formations clear, and it was naturally not a problem to break the formation. Half an hour later, the red formation that lingered in the air quietly dissipated, and several giant mountain spirits invariably let out a long breath together, blowing smoke and dust on the ground, choking Yang Xiu enough.

Monk Jingyuan saw it from afar and immediately flew quickly, rushed to the side of several giant mountain spirits, and after carefully inspecting it, he sacrificed the copper bowl without saying a word, and the golden light sown covered several giant mountain spirits in it. The originally lifeless giant beast glowed with white fluorescence, and the black on its body also dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"They were poisoned. Monk Jingyuan's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't make sense, why are they so interested in these giant mountain spirits?" Yang Xiu frowned and wondered.

Monk Jingyuan looked up and watched the copper bowl slowly rotate in the air, and the golden light that spread completely enveloped the huge giant mountain spirit. The young giant mountain spirit was a little panicked when he saw the two humans appear, and hid among several giant mountain spirits and did not dare to come out.

"This is a story from a long time ago, but it will take some time to listen to this story, Brother Yang, don't you hurry back to Qincheng?" Monk Jingyuan saw that the situation of the giant mountain spirit had stabilized, and he showed his usual smile again, and said slowly to Yang Xiu.

"There are still a few days left in the Martial Arts Festival, and I'm not in a hurry. Yang Xiu grinned when he heard this, raised his butt and sat next to him, and made a posture of listening to his ears. The breeze blew in the valley, and where the golden light of the copper bowl passed, even people's moods quickly calmed down. Monk Jingyuan's voice sounded slowly, pouring out a past event from many years ago.

Fifty years ago, there was a spiritual decline in the wilderness, and the demon beasts in the wilderness fought for resources, and the war once spread to the vicinity of the twelve villages of Qincheng. At that time, taking advantage of the retreat of the city lord of Qincheng, more than a dozen demon beasts of the Qi Sea Period broke into the twelve villages and plundered the spirit grass and the skin and bones of the demon beasts, killing countless people.

Monk Jingyuan's grandparents both died in the war, and the father of the child was also in danger. At the critical moment, it was the giant mountain spirits that inhabited the surrounding villages that poured into the village and slapped several Qi Sea Stage monks to death with boulders and slaps, which prevented the vitality of the twelve villages from being seriously damaged. Later, the eldest prince, the old man Li Zhuo and several other elders were angry, and they washed three thousand miles of blood, killing and wounding countless demon beasts, almost causing a war between Qincheng and several major families in the wilderness.

Later, the city lord went out of the customs, and the matter subsided. The eldest prince Qin Huang has always been known as an iron-blooded traitor, and it is not surprising to do it, but Li Zhuo, who has always been low-key and gentle, killed all directions, like a mad demon, it is said that that day, the blood of a hundred demon beasts soaked the old man's body, and those who heard it were frightened, so that countless people were terrified.

Later, by chance, the monk Jingyuan became Li Zhuo's disciple, and only then did he understand the reason for Li Zhuo's anger. (To be continued)