Considering that his current spiritual power operation was blocked and it was inconvenient to move, He Hongxue secretly went to the Spirit Beast Garden to find a transportation tool beast. She doesn't come to the Spirit Beast Garden often, and most of the spirit beasts are not close to her, especially the fairy deer, antelope, green cow, etc., which are often used as mounts, all of them disdain her. After some mutual selection, only a brown-gray donkey barely made eye contact with her, "Radish, good name." He Hongxue took off its nameplate to make a record, and rode sideways on this spirit beast with a lot of personality.

"To the east, I said to the east! Over there, over there! ”

The radish volleyed in the air at his feet, walking slowly on the clouds, completely ignoring He Hongxue's hysterical shouts on his back. One man and one beast finally stumbled back to the bank of the Qing River, the place where the disciples of the Xuanzhen Sword Sect were attacked before.

It was midnight, the moon wheel was falling on the water of the Qing River, the still water flowed deep frost smoke shrouded the moon in the water, and the reeds lay along the wind for dozens of miles. He Hongxue didn't wait for the four hooves of the radish to land, one turned over and landed on the shore, and when he landed on tiptoe, he knew that he had fallen into the net. The moment she landed, the moon wheel in the water disappeared, and the moon in the sky was dyed red into cinnabar for a moment, like blood dripping from the black canopy into the river that had solidified at this moment.

There was silence all around, and the wind could not stir up a sound when the grass passed. He Hongxue took out the imitation version of the gold pen that Yang Yi gave him with his left hand, and folded a reed leaf beside him with his right hand and put it to his lips and tried to blow it, but it was also into the mud and the cow into the sea without sound.

He Hongxue has also accounted for eight or nine tenths of his life in his nineties, whether it is his luck or strength, he has experienced more than a dozen life and death situations, but none of them are as strange as now, and the whole person seems to have fallen into a silent illusion. If she hadn't been locked by the Heavenly Thunder, she could directly release the coercion of the Yuanying Power to break through the illusion - this was also her usual violent breaking method. Now that he has thrown himself into the net and has no defense, he can only act carefully.

She let go of the reins of the radish, but she was not afraid that it would run around, and the instinct of the spirit beast told it that it was safest to follow He Hongxue at this moment. "Bi Ling, no self." She pinched the tip of her right hand and tapped her forehead, and a pale cyan sigil disappeared from her fingertips into her forehead - this was one of the most basic Dao methods of Yuyuntai, designed to stabilize the soul and prevent chaos on the spiritual platform. Yuyuntai Taoism borrows the power of nature, resonates with its own spiritual power, and the same Taoism is used by different people to have very different effects, and now He Hongxue, who has never been smooth on the road of cultivation, has also tasted what it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

She hid a palm thunder detonation charm in her right hand, and then took the spirit donkey radish to the place where the incident occurred, she instinctively felt that this phantom array must be related to the events of the previous time, instead of waiting in place, it was better for her to take the initiative to walk into this stage to see what kind of love and hatred she could sing.

The place where she landed was not far from her destination, and following the scenery in her memory, He Hongxue soon walked to the place where she slashed the demonic beast with one sword. The corpses of the demonic beasts that should have been soaked in the pool of Yang Yi's research room in Yuyuntai were scattered on the ground at this moment, and it seemed that the viscous body fluids at the knife edge were constantly overflowing, and the red and black blood had polluted all the ground around them, and had spread along the slope to the black of the "Qinghe".

He Hongxue knew that all this should be an illusion, and the body had been dissected by Yang Yi, so it was impossible to return to this place. Now if you want to leave, you can either find the life of the formation, or find the eye of the formation to destroy it, or find the person who sets up the formation to convince people. She didn't know what the purpose of the set-up was, whether it was a trap set against her or if she had strayed into someone else's indiscriminate killing formation.

He Hongxue regretted a little that he hadn't put some effort into the formation in the past few decades, if the senior brother in charge was here, I am afraid that he would be able to walk out of the door at a glance.

She took the radish and found a dense place in the grass to squat down, although she knew that she was hiding in the formation, it was normal for people to instinctively want to find a shelter for themselves in danger.

At this moment, He Hongxue didn't feel that this phantom array was aimed at him. The matter of her being suppressed by the Heavenly Thunder Lock and cultivating was only known to a few of her fellow disciples in Yuyuntai, if she wanted to set up a formation against her Yuan Ying ability, coupled with her always simple and rough fighting style, it would take more than spiritual material and spiritual power, I am afraid that it would not take the true yuan of a few monks to trap her for a moment. And Yu Yuntai has been taken by her to focus on the development of the insurance industry over the years, and has never really had a grudge against anyone.

Just as she was thinking to herself, a deep voice broke the silence and made her jump on the spot.

"Xiaoxue, what are you doing here?" A familiar voice came from behind, He Hongxue turned around, and saw Zhang Mu walking over from the grass with a black cat with smooth fur.

"Wait, don't move." He Hongxue subconsciously spoke, only to find that he could make a sound, but there was still silence around him, and the voices of the two were very abrupt in this wilderness.

"Bi Ling, no self." She pinched the trick and chanted the spell, and a trace of cyan spiritual power floated into Zhang Mu's forehead, and he walked forward, and the black cat in his arms wanted to break free from his embrace. He didn't hurry to appease the black cat and walked to He Hongxue's side.

As early as the moment the magic trick entered his body, He Hongxue knew that this was a living Zhang Mu, not an illusion in the formation, so it was more likely that this formation was broken by the two of her by mistake here. She hurriedly took a few steps forward, grabbed Zhang Mu's wrist and brought it to her side.

"No matter how you got here, you, with this donkey, by the way, it's called Radish, stand together." No matter what Zhang Mu's reaction was, He Hongxue stuffed the reins of the radish into his hand, "If there is any danger in a while, you can ride it, it will run, you know?"

Rao is like this, she still feels unsafe, Dr. Zhang, a mortal falling into such a dangerous formation, is really unpredictable. After hesitating for a moment, she finally made up her mind, held a gold pen in her left hand, bit the middle finger of her right hand and dipped it in a drop of blood, and then grabbed Zhang Mu's hand, and wrote some charms in his palm.

"This is a heart mantra, and I will bear the damage you suffer, so you must not act rashly." He Hongxue's clear eyes looked directly at Zhang Mu's dark pupils, as if something Zhang Mu had never seen surging in her dark brown eyes.

"Don't thank me, I am a cultivator, and it is my duty to protect mortals." He Hongxue was a little embarrassed by him, and let go of his hand to divert his gaze.

Zhang Mu felt that something fell from his heart, but he couldn't find the landing point, so he could only gently put it in the corner without touching it.

The red moon still hung diagonally on the black canopy, as if it was lower than when it was first seen, and nothing was reflected in the frozen water, and the reeds swayed silently with the wind that seemed to exist. He Hongxue let go of Zhang Mu, habitually held the imitation version of the gold pen in his hand with his left hand, and walked towards the corpse alone.

Her idea was very simple, if she was the only one, she could spend time here waiting for the people who set up the formation to be unable to hold on and lift the enchantment, but Zhang Mu strayed into here, and she had to fight quickly.

As she approached, the pieces of corpse on the ground began to wriggle, gradually piecing together.

He Hongxue felt a little disgusting and a little funny, as if those corpse parts couldn't find their corresponding position, they made up a crooked look, and tried to adjust to their original appearance, and the black and red blood kept leaving between the frictions, continuing to pollute the ground under their feet.

"Lou Ling Jiujiang!" He Hongxue waved the gold pen, and in an instant, the dead grass and branches in front of him gathered into a long spear, silently and straight into the meat pieces that were gathering and forming. Although the lack of spiritual power available for driving made the magic power incomparable, these grass spears and wooden swords still broke up the pieces of flesh again, but that didn't stop them from persisting and continuing to gather.

He Hongxue pulled out the stolen soft sword from his waist and stabbed it out on tiptoe.

She was not good at using swords, but she had carried out some basic training in the sect, and she had learned to compare the Taoist friends of the Xuanzhen Sword Sect that she had met a few times. She is extremely talented, and she learns everything quickly, but she is too temperamental, and sword cultivation is not suitable for her.

The soft sword was thin and sharp, and after a few swings, the piled up pieces of flesh were crushed to pieces.

"Xiaoxue, are you going to chop dumpling filling?" Zhang Mu poked his head out behind her, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet, and was still in the mood to joke. "If you want to eat this disgusting thing, I won't stop it." He Hongxue withdrew the soft sword, and when the soft sword danced just now, it was still silent, and only Zhang Mu, an intruder, could make a sound in the huge wilderness, He Hongxue couldn't help but drum in her heart, but with a pair of Zhang Mu's calm and dark eyes, most of her doubts were reduced.

As they spoke, the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground no longer clinged to merge, but began to steam, and as the smoke rose, rain began to fall from the sky. At first, he didn't feel it, but when the rain fell on his face and brought the slightest pain, He Hongxue realized that the blood-red rain was full of corrosive acidity, and the rain became heavier and heavier as time passed. The fur of the radish that had been lying on the side had been corroded into a few bald spots, and the donkey barked with its mouth open but did not make a sound.

Red Water Array!

At this moment, He Hongxue finally found out the origin of this treacherous formation from his mind stuffed with bills. How could this ancient evil array appear here, she must find a breakthrough as soon as possible, otherwise both of them and a donkey will have to explain here.

The blood-red acid rain fell silently on the vegetation, the grass and trees gradually withered and withered, and after a while, there was no grass growing in the wilderness, He Hongxue's heart was horizontal, urging Zhang Mu to hold the black cat and turn over and ride the radish, "Do you know how to swim!" ”

Without waiting for him to answer, He Hongxue then said to herself: "That's it, maybe it's something!" Before the words fell, she had already pulled Zhang Mu into the unwavering Qinghe without a trace of ripples.