I don't know what kind of light source is used in this pagoda, and the gold and silver mountains reflected are shining brightly, which is very dazzling. Han Chuang half-covered his face with his hands as he approached Jinshan.

Suddenly, the whole world twisted.

No, what happened at this moment can only be described as distorted, the palace behind him disappeared, replaced by a closed golden stone wall, besieging the city in a circle, just surrounding Han Chuang's and Nie Qingqing in the middle.

Rows of golden walls rose from the ground, dividing the open space into small rooms.

"What's going on?" Han Chuang muttered in a low voice.

"It could be a formation. Nie Qingqing replied.

They are no strangers to the formation, whether they are inside or outside the pagoda, they have encountered it a few times, but they can move it in an instant, as if they have never seen a formation that changes the sky.

Don't say you haven't seen it, or even heard of it.

Han Window couldn't help but feel a little abrupt in his heart, only to feel that the golden wall around him was not real, he pulled Nie Qingqing over, touched it with his hand, and it was extremely cold in his hand, like a piece of ice that had just been taken out of the ice cellar, and when his fingers left, this strange cold feeling suddenly disappeared, as if it never existed.

"How's that?" Nie Qingqing asked anxiously.

"Something's wrong. Han Chuang nodded, walked to the other side of the golden wall, and made the same movement, "These golden walls are weird. ”

Nie Qingqing also learned Han Chuang's movements, and touched the golden wall, who knew that as soon as her fingers touched it, she felt an amazing cold air coming, forcing her to bounce away.

"How are you?" asked Han Chuang with concern.

"It's okay," Nie Qingqing shook his head and said in a low voice, "These things are gold bricks, but they are not ordinary gold bricks, they should be gold bricks infused with witchcraft." ”

"Witchcraft?" Han Chuang's expression was a little puzzled, showing that he had obviously not heard of this branch of cultivation.

Nie Qingqing smiled, revealing a row of smooth teeth, "Witchcraft is actually a kind of magic, but it was invented by a sorcerer who lived in a bag of Changbai Mountain in ancient times. ”

"What medium?" Han Chuang interrupted Nie Qingqing's words.

"You won't want to know. Nie Qingqing gave him a blank look.

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Say, I haven't seen anything." ”

"What if it's human bones?" Nie Qingqing shrugged his shoulders, "or the internal organs and limbs of animals, or even the souls of humans—in short, witchcraft is a very evil magic. She dragged her chin with her hand and showed a thoughtful expression, "I just don't know, why there are traces of witchcraft here, hasn't witchcraft disappeared for a long time?"

Listening to Nie Qingqing's explanation, Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Don't forget, this is the Linglong Pagoda, the Netherworld Ghost King has appeared, and the Millennium Snow Maiden has appeared, even if there is witchcraft again, it is not surprising." ”

"That's right. Nie Qingqing laughed, "What should we do now?" Just now, there are all the cat's eye gems here, it can't be that God of Wealth who deceived us." ”

"Not really. Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Seeing that his expression doesn't look like he is lying to us, I'm afraid there is another mystery." ”

The two of them took a few steps forward, and there was a "boom" sound left and right, and the sound was monotonous and dull. But this voice sounded mysterious and strange at this time, like a dull drum beat, beating Han Chuang's heart.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The disconnected and distinct sound almost shattered people's souls.

Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing glanced at each other, and Gu saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes.

The sound of "boom, boom, boom......" continued to sound, louder and louder, closer and closer, and the uneasiness in Han Chuang's heart was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise, not too loud, but interspersed with those booming sounds, but it was extremely clear.

"Run!"

Without any hesitation, Han Chuang pulled Nie Qingqing and ran forward, and with a "whoosh" sound, a cool breeze came from behind.

"Get down!" Han Chuang pressed Nie Qingqing down, he turned his body halfway, two rows of golden arrows grazed his waist, and were firmly nailed to the gold bricks opposite, Han Chuang raised his eyes and looked, the arrows were still trembling.

"Alright. He took a deep breath and pulled Nie Qingqing up, "Let's move forward, this place is too weird." ”

Nie Qingqing nodded in shock, for a while, neither of the two spoke, and in the empty passage, only footsteps sounded from time to time.

After a long while, Nie Qingqing suddenly spoke: "There was something wrong with the arrow just now. ”

"What's the problem?" asked Han Chuang as he looked around.

"No matter how fast an ordinary arrow is, it can't be nailed into a gold brick. ”

"I know," replied Han Chuang, "that even if an ordinary arrow is good enough, it will break when it hits a gold brick." ”

"But the arrow just now was set into the gold brick," Nie Qingqing said uneasily, "The arrow of that arrow is probably made of alloy." There was an indescribable fear in her voice.

Alloy is not a particularly rare object in the Shenzhou Continent, and it is used as an additional material in the divine army, but if it is only used to make arrows, it will be rare. It should be said that it is simply impossible.

The arrows made of alloy are hugely powerful, and they are dedicated to breaking the true qi of the inner family, even if they are powerful in protecting the true qi of the body, they can't stop it, but the cost is too high, so no one uses it to cast arrows.

But just now, Nie Qingqing found an alloy arrow, and this was just the beginning.

Of course, Han Chuang knew what Nie Qingqing was thinking, he stopped, suddenly turned his head and hugged her shoulders, and said softly: "Don't worry, no matter how powerful the arrow is, it will hit the talent, you see that the mechanism just now, with such good materials, is full of loopholes in the design, and it actually makes a sound, which is enough to prove that this mechanism itself is not powerful." ”

Nie Qingqing obviously disagreed with Han Chuang's statement, she shook her head and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid the golden arrow just now wasn't to kill us. ”

"What's that for?"

"To remind us. Nie Qingqing stared at Han Chuang with burning eyes, "I'm afraid that someone doesn't want us to enter here, so they set up the trap just now to remind us that there are many dangers inside." ”

"I don't understand what you mean. ”

"I mean, there's no way back. ”

In the city that never sleeps, in the small house of the monk, there are four people sitting around in the open hall, in the middle is a small stove, and on the stove is a delicate teapot, the fire is booming, but the water in the teapot is only half boiling, and it seems that it will always be only half boiling.

The water vapor turns into white smoke and evaporates, which is not rich, but can only be regarded as a wisp of smoke and dust.

The four people sitting in the hall were Nie Yuxin, Unmonk, Hu Dingshan, and Sikong Xue, and the four of them didn't speak, just stared at the teapot, as if there was something in the teapot that attracted them.

After a long time, Hu Dingshan took the lead in speaking: "I said little monk, you don't have enough fire." ”

The monk just smiled and didn't speak.

Sikong Xue, who was next to him, put the teacup on the table, and said, "I'm afraid it's not that the fire is not enough, it's that there is too much water." ”

Hu Dingshan sneered: "It's only more than half of the water, how can there be more to say." ”

Sikong looked at him, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes under the mask, "It's only more than half, isn't it much?

The monk still didn't speak, didn't say who he approved, and didn't show who he supported, he seemed to be indifferent to the things around him, his eyes just staring at the half-boiling teapot, as if the white smoke was more grounded than the arguments of these people.

The laughter sounded, attracting the attention of everyone except him, it was Nie Yuxin who was laughing, laughing Zhenghuan, grinning, revealing a hundred teeth like a sword.

"What are you laughing at?" Hu Dingshan said impatiently.

"Laugh at you," Nie said lightly.

"What do you mean?" Sikong said faintly, and his colleague changed his sitting posture, with his back close to the chair, so that he could be more comfortable.

"Aren't we laughing at yourself? You should think the same way we do. ”

Nie Yuxin shook his head, and after a while he spoke: "Calculate the time, they should go to Baoshan." ”

"What is Baoshan?" asked Hu Dingshan.

"It's a realm in the Linglong Pagoda," Nie said with a smile, "If they really encounter Baoshan, even if they are unlucky." ”

"It's not easy to get through?" said Sikong Blood.

"It's easy and it's not easy. Nie replied in a delusional manner.

"What do you mean?" said Sikong Blood.

Nie Yuxin smiled: "It means that the mechanism designed by my Nie family is not that easy to break." ”

Linglong pagoda, among the treasure mountains.

It's foggy.

Han Chuang stood motionless in the mist, a pair of eyes were searching for everything, just now, a row of iron pulleys slid out of nowhere, washing him and Nie Qingqing away, and now he is alone, I believe that Nie Qingqing is also alone.

He was not worried about his own safety, although the fog in front of him was dangerous, he believed that he could get through it safely with his own strength, but Nie Qingqing.

He shook his head, trying to get the frightening and desperate thought out of his mind, he didn't want to think too much, once he thought too much, it was easy to ignore what was in front of him.

A shadow slowly walked out of the mist, it was not a person, the person would not have such a large outline, three meters high, as wide as four adult men, swaying left and right as forward.

Han Chuang knew that he must not be careless, and he clearly found that although this shadow was shaking, whether it was to the left or right, the arc and position were the same, exactly the same, and there was no difference.

This can only be achieved with extreme control.

He knew that it was a dangerous opponent, who it would be? He smiled, whoever it was, it was something that had to be defeated, the heavy sword was across his chest, and his eyes were level with the blade.

The figure walked out of the fog, and Han Chuang opened his mouth slightly, revealing a shocked expression.

"You said that the mechanism in Baoshan was made by the Nie family?" Monk Bu finally spoke, speaking at a speed that was no different from before, but anyone could hear the fluctuations in his voice, as calm as it appeared.

Nie Delusion smiled and said, "Don't you believe it?"

The monk said: "I just wonder why the Nie family is responsible for building the Linglong Pagoda. ”

"My Nie family is originally a family of organs, and I studied under the sage Lao Tzu, so it is not surprising that I participated in the construction. Nie said lightly.

"But why I've never heard of that. Monk Bu suddenly raised his head and stared at Nie Yuxin with burning eyes, as if waiting for an answer.

"yes, I haven't heard of it either. Hu Dingshan shouted.

Sikong Xue frowned, and thought: "If the monks of the Beihai Zen Monastery haven't heard of it, it's understandable, after all, the Enlightened One is the apprentice that Lao Tzu later accepted, but the ancestors of the Hu family and the Nie family followed the saints before, why is the Nie family responsible for building a boundary of the pagoda, but the Hu family doesn't know?"

After thinking about it, he listened to Nie Yuxin and said calmly: "Back then, only the ancestors of my Nie family knew about this matter, even if the ancestors of your Hu family didn't know. ”

"Why?" said Hu Dingshan coldly.

Nie Yuxin smiled and said, "This is the sage's request, according to the ancestor of my family, the sage of Lao Tzu seems to have expected something, and asked him to build a mechanism in the treasure mountain." ”

"What did the saint expect?" asked Hu Dingshan.

"Then I don't know. Nie said in a delusional heart, "Maybe he expected that one day, my Nie family's bloodline would break the oath and enter the Linglong Pagoda." ”

Hu Dingshan still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the monk: "Okay, don't argue, the saint must have his reasons for doing things, since there is an organ in Baoshan, it must have an original flavor, and the organ is set up by the Nie family, and it will not even kill his own family, don't worry." ”

"How can I rest assured," said Hu Dingshan, "that in the tower—"

He wanted to talk about the demons in the tower, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly remembered that Sikong Blood didn't know anything about it, so he changed his words: "Han Chuang in the tower is an outsider, maybe he will be overshadowed by the organs of the old Nie family." ”

"No, it won't. The monk said, "I gave Han Chuang a life, who can't see why, but I know that he is not a short-lived person, and entering the pagoda at this time may not be able to complete the attack, but he will never die." ”

"What do you mean?" said Hutdinshan.

"Everything is assured. The monk laughed, "Don't worry."

What Han Chuang saw, that figure turned out to be a strange puppet.

That's right, most of the puppets in the world appear in the form of beasts or humans, but this one looks like a human and not a human, and it is incredibly tall.

He had only one leg left, the other severed by Qi Gen, and he was on a golden cane. The light reflected his face, which was bloodless and full of knife marks, like a criss-crossing battlefield.

"Who are you?" Han Chuang asked, knowing that even a puppet might answer his words, but the puppet remained silent.

After a long silence, the puppet suddenly had a human smile on his face, waved his hand at him, and turned to walk towards the mist.

Han Chuang was about to make a move, but he also stopped at this time, he knew that the puppet was asking him to follow, so he followed into the fog.

He didn't resist, not because he didn't have the ability to resist, but because this puppet was obviously not an ownerless thing, that is to say, there must be someone behind this puppet who operated him, who was it? Han Chuang didn't know, but he would soon know.

Clearing the fog, the golden walls on both sides disappeared, and what appeared in front of Han Chuang was a path with no grass and no paths, and there was a courtyard in front of it, which was not lit, full of ghosts.

"Where is this?" asked Han Chuang.

The puppet didn't answer, just followed a specific step forward, but Han Chuang stopped at the gate of the small courtyard. The puppet looked at him, didn't speak, and walked straight in.

Han Chuang stood at the door and looked in, there was a small, three or five refined garden houses on the surface of the dry lake, maybe there was a glorious history here, but at this moment, the corners of the wall were covered with cobwebs, and the bridge was covered with dust, and it was no longer the romantic scene it once was.

"I've arrived, come out. Han Chuang suddenly shouted.

The lights lit up on the small building, and a voice sounded: "Since you're here, why don't you come in." ”

Male voice, old.

Han Chuang immediately defined the voice.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked at the door, instead of entering.

The old man's voice sounded again, but instead of answering his question, he asked rhetorically, "Don't you want your confidante?"

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he said coldly: "If Qingqing has any damage, I will never be willing to rest." As he spoke, he walked into the small courtyard and came to the door of the lighted house, where a figure was reflected on the window paper.

"Come in," said the old man again.

Han Chuang pushed the door and entered.

In the room was an old man who matched his voice, his silver hair neatly combed behind his head, his clothes simple but clean, the long robes of the scribes, and he knelt before a low table, with a stove in the middle of the table, with a pot of boiling tea on it, and two cups beside it.

Different from Han Chuang's imagination, this old man did not look down, nor haggard, a man with bright eyes, and he didn't even look like an old man at all. He looked radiant and dashing, like the brightest cold star in the autumn night.

"Sit. The old man said, pointing to the other side of the dwarf.

Han Chuang glanced at him coldly and sat down across from him.

"What do you mean?" Han Chuang asked.

"Drink tea. The old man replied with a smile, and he didn't see any movement, the teapot that was originally on the stove actually rose out of thin air, and slowly flew to the teacup in front of Han Chuang, tilting slightly.

Bright brown tea flows slowly from the spout, like a clear spring.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Han Chuang was not attracted by this strange scene, and still stared at the old man coldly.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"The young man is in such a hurry," said the old man with a smile and raising his hand, pointing to the teacup, "drink tea first, and then I will tell you everything." ”

Han Chuang stared at the old man closely, and his colleague took the teacup, gently brought it to his lips, and took a sip, the intoxicating fragrance echoed in his mouth through the gap between his teeth.

Rao was so unnamed, Han Chuang couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, revealing an intoxicated expression.

"Good tea, but why don't you drink it. Han Chuang noticed that the old man's teacup was empty, if it was said to be poisonous, it was impossible, he had tried it with his lips just now, there was no poison in this tea, if it was not poisonous, the old man's performance was too weird.

Letting a guest drink tea without drinking it yourself will undoubtedly lead to suspicion.

"It is indeed good tea," said the old man, "but the old man has not drunk tea before." The tone was unpleasant.

Han Chuang's heart moved, and he said lightly: "I made an exception for the old man, and followed a strange puppet to meet a stranger, can't the old man make an exception for me to take a sip of tea?"

"Of course. The old man smiled, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all, drinking it as if it were wine.