Ning Que stood in the mountains and valleys of stones, feeling the breath, covering his chest and frowning slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, he seemed to be stuffed with dozens of ** pebbles in his chest at this time, and he was about to reach his throat, he was panicked, and the waves were uncomfortable, where could he still speak.

Before, he couldn't understand Mo Shanshan's sentence that the block is a stone, until these stones of different shapes filled all his eye sockets and blocked his chest and abdomen, he realized that the so-called block barrier was the injustice between the chest and abdomen that was born for unknown reasons, and those grievances finally condensed into stones and could not be happy.

Stone is the most ordinary and unusual thing in the world, it has been silent in heaven and earth for thousands of years, it can grow grass but grass is a foreign object, it can crack but crack is still a stone, even if it is weathered into gravel, it is still the descendant of stone, its body is so strong and pure, as if there will never be any change.

Ning Que looked at the thousands of stones that filled the heavens and the earth, and couldn't help but think of what his master Master Yan Se had said, the pavilions and pavilions were always blown away by the wind and rain, and the stone base was speechless for thousands of years, and the essence was not destroyed, seemingly unclean but clean to the extreme.

Everything in heaven and earth has its own breath, that is, teeth, qi, jade and gold are also inconvenient, only the stubborn stone is the most silent and low-key, its breath is thick but deep inside, never willing to spit recklessly, so for the face of the practitioner, the stone is the most difficult to perceive, and it is even more difficult to control.

Thinking that these stones have been quietly and quietly stored for countless years at the bottom of the lake, in the sea, on the mountain, and under the Tiankui, they have kept their own breath, but they are unwilling to let the heavens and the earth know...... Ning Que suddenly figured out something.

The practice of the Demon Sect absorbs the breath of nature into the body, and if you create a world of your own in the body, this is a great blasphemy and disrespect in the Haotian teachings, so it will be called a demon by the world.

How similar are the stones in this great array to those who practice the Demon Sect's exercises that are not tolerated in the world?

Isn't this Pengren's unbearable stubbornness in heaven and earth exactly the wordless resistance to Haotian?

When the rune array is cultivated to the depths, it will merge into the same river.

Mo Shanshan was obsessed with the rune path and was naturally obsessed with the formation, she felt the wonder of this large array, and found herself in the middle of it, and suddenly seemed to have become a small stubborn stone that had been silent for thousands of years under the water.

The breath of the Great Array...... A tired feeling appeared on her pale cheeks...... But she didn't care about the pain in her body, and looked around...... Scattered piles of stones, intently pondering the dog's secrets hidden in them.

Ning Que looked at her frowning and distressed brows, shook his head and said: "These stones are a metaphor for a certain and certain attitude, I think that the person who had the ability and courage to set up this great array back then could only be the one who entered the wasteland to preach, but finally betrayed Haotian to create the Demon Sect of the Great God of Light. ”

Mo Shanshan raised his head, his beautiful slightly round cheeks were full of surprise and puzzlement, and after a while, he realized that this place was the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and the master who set up the big array was of course inseparable from the Demon Sect.

She believed in Ning Que's reasoning, although she regretted that such a beautiful and magical array was created by the people in the Demon Sect, but she didn't think too much about it, and her mind quickly immersed herself in the mountains and valleys of stones again.

The dry gravel ground at the bottom of the lake, and the ten thousand stubborn rocks lying on the wilderness, such scenery is not beautiful no matter how you look at it, but in the eyes of the bookworm, it is beautiful, and it contains great wisdom that makes her feel palpitations.

"Why do you pour a block in your heart?"

Looking at the ten thousand stubborn stones lying between heaven and earth...... The girl looked intoxicated and murmured, "That man uses the water of a thousand acres of lake...... When the cover array is broken, the lake water will be led away by the power of nature, and the large array of blocks will reappear in the world. ”

Ning Que has lived a hard life since he was a child, although he writes a good hand, but he can't chant a good wet song, the aesthetic is weak and tasteless, facing the mountains full of broken stones, he really sees what is beautiful, and he can't see what the meaning of the wonderful creation, he only feels that the stones in his chest and abdomen are about to gush out from the throat tube, and he is extremely uncomfortable, and he is anxious to find a way to leave or walk in, looking at Mo Shanshan's intoxicated appearance, although he is a little unbearable, he still has to interrupt the other party very sadly, and asked: " This big array is so powerful, can we go in?"

Everyone in the world calls the bookworm Shujing and virtuous, but with an idiotic word, once she is really intoxicated, she cries and forgets the world outside her body, and even forgets the injuries in her body, where is it so easy to wake up, she didn't hear Ning Que's words at all, and said with a sad expression:" It's a pity that this block array was destroyed once, and now there is only one in a hundred left, and I don't know what it will look like when this block array is intact, and I don't know if anyone can make the block reappear in the world in the future.

She was very sad, but Ning Que was a little happy when she heard it, thinking that if it weren't for this, the two of them would have already teethed, so she comforted her casually and said: "Find a way in first, and then talk about it, in the future, you will consult the formation more carefully, and it will not be difficult for the block to reappear." ”

Mo Shanshan was silent, he didn't know what he was thinking, his sparse slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, his thin lips opened slightly, and he looked at Ning Que and said seriously: Brother Thirteen, you are right, there are very few people in the world who can see this block, I have seen it and realized it, so I will have to find a way to make it reappear in the world in the future, if I don't work hard to practice and study, the block will really disappear, then it will be my responsibility. ”

Ning Que didn't expect a casual sentence to let her take the initiative to take such a heavy responsibility, there are always discontinuities in the inheritance in the cultivation world, if she can regain this magical array, it will naturally be a good thing, but he is a little worried, will this heavy responsibility affect her state of mind cultivation...... Speechless.

Suddenly, a question occurred to him.

The mountain of stubborn stones is so powerful with only one percent of its power, what kind of invincible existence should it be when it was intact back then? This legendary-level formation called the block barrier can make the book obsessed with such a fame, and can leave a great reputation in the Xiling canon, but the foundation has been ruined? Who was capable of destroying such a big array back then?

Thinking about this question, he looked at an ordinary stone in front of him and squatted down, slowly stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the two mosses on the stone, and as his fingertips moved, the moss carved down, revealing the deep traces inside the bone.

Those marks are clear scratches, obscured by the lake and moss for decades, and have not seen the light of day.

Ning Que turned his head to look away, and found that there were also some stones in this large array with similar Dao-like mosses growing on them, presumably under those Dao-like mosses, there were also similar sword marks. The sword marks on the stone are divided into two lines, simple and even a little rough, very casual left and right, but revealing an unrivaled sense of strength, many years later, the moss attached to the scratch and wrote a word.

Ning Quela, who felt the touch of his fingertips and the faint breath that remained between the scratches, understood that it was these simple but powerful scratches that directly destroyed the foundation of the Great Array.

The breath between the scratches was very familiar, very close, exactly the same as the breath that Jing had guided him to this verdant valley a few days ago, but it was much lighter, and it should only be a remnant of that breath.

Then he noticed that the cross-section of Xiao some stones was too smooth, and it was obvious that it had been cut, and he looked for three pieces to put together, and found that sure enough, a whole stone had been cut into three by two cuts.

The three truncated stones returned to the whole according to the smooth scratches, and a few traces of floating dust erupted from the gaps, and the remaining breath became a little stronger.

Ning Que looked at the sword marks on the stone in front of him in silence, as if he saw the cedar tree that stubbornly survived on the top of the snow peak again, the thousand-year-old snow could not bend its waist, it was powerful and proud but disdainful of domineering, it overlooked the common people but disdained to look at the sky.

The breath of the person who broke the formation many years ago is very similar to the breath of the block array, they are both so stubborn and unwilling to be full of edges and corners, but there is a fundamental difference in the taste of it.

A thousand years ago, the Great Priest of Light who founded the Demon Sect was locked in a stone with unwillingness and resentment when he set up a large array, and only stood in silence between the heavens and the earth, expressing his attitude and strength with silence and edges and corners.

The breath left by the sword marks of the person who broke the formation decades ago conveyed the message is even more distinct, bright, although he is often silent but never has the intention of locking himself, he blindly releases it to his heart's content, so he is not chic and generous, and if he is slightly dissatisfied, he will straighten up his waist and stab a sword, and when he doesn't say it, he disdains to say it, once he says it, he will let the whole heavens know.

Why do you pour blocks?

Mo Shanshan said that there are only thousands of acres of lake water.

Ning Que looked at the sword marks on the stone and knew that there were other answers, at least many years ago.

Decades ago, it was still a verdant valley, with thousands of lakes hidden in the middle.

Suddenly, the wind blew violently, and the Demon Sect Mountain Gate Formation was activated, and the lake was empty, and the water fell and the stones came out.

The stone emerges from the block, which spans the world and blocks the road of the world.

A scholar in a green shirt rides a little black donkey to walk the world.

Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked, and the mountains and valleys of stones displeased him and made him unhappy.

So he took out his waist ether and slashed all the legendary blocks into powder.

Then he rode the little black donkey and continued to curse the heavens and the earth, his eyebrows and his eyes were equally flying, so unhappy.

Why do you pour blocks?

With a breath of grandeur in the chest is enough.

Decades later, Ning Que knelt down before the scratches on the stone, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

The familiar and intimate aura on the sword marks condensed into a high mountain in his sea of consciousness, which was high but not dangerous, similar to the big mountain behind the academy, which made his eyes slightly sour, and his chest was full of affection.

Such a character is really worthy of the second senior brother's life to worship, worthy of Jane's family to spend the rest of their lives reminiscing, and naturally worthy of his unreasonable and vicissitudes of pride, from his knees to the top of his head that is faintly numb.