When Yi Heng saw the monk surnamed Zhao answer, he immediately started to act, and he stopped talking and threw his divine sense into the array.

Before the nun fell into a coma, she had completed fifty-one groups of magic circles, and now she had two more sets of scorched circles, which I think was her credit that night.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Zhao did not complain, and immediately used his soul power to remove the traces of the charred magic circle.

Little by little, the movements were slight, for fear of scratching the array, just like facing this Zhuge female cultivator, gentle and did not dare to show half a point of recklessness.

After he had cleaned up all the scorched places, and the two incense sticks had passed, the Zhuge nun spoke again, "Zhao Daoyou, take a break for a while, this Daoist friend will try." ”

"Good!"

"No way!"

Both replied at the same time.

It's just that the tone is diametrically opposed to the content.

"Fellow Daoist, each group of magic circles can only be discarded once, and the second time you remove the traces, this array will be damaged, resulting in a different height from other groups of magic circles, and finally this array will be completely abolished. ”

The monk surnamed Zhao was in a hurry, and Yi Heng sensed that he was really anxious at this time, and he didn't mean to target himself.

Of course, he also has no bottom in his heart, but if he doesn't try, when will he be able to get out of here, and when will he be able to save Chen Shoutian?

He immediately asked, "Isn't there any other array to test?"

Zhuge Nun was stunned for a moment, and an apologetic expression appeared on her plain makeup, and a voice like a mosquito came: "All the failed arrays will be blown up to ashes in the end." ”

"Fried? will it be fried?"

He was amazed, and although he didn't know how powerful it was, it was better to be careful.

"Zhuge Daoyou, why don't you wait for me to rest for a while?" the monk surnamed Zhao once again showed a look of contempt in his eyes.

Sister Zhuge didn't answer, and said to Yi Heng: "I don't know if Youke has ever tried it, how sure are you?"

"The test has only been simulated, and it has not really been depicted with an array disk, and it is only fifty percent sure that more than 10,000 magic circles are depicted at a time. ”

"Fellow Daoist, don't boast about going to Haikou, you must know that once you fail, not to mention wasting expensive materials, it will make me waste months of hard work!" The monk surnamed Zhao burst into flames in his eyes.

Zhuge Nun lowered his head and thought about it, he was also a little nervous in his heart, on the one hand, he wanted to try, but on the other hand, he was afraid to try.

If it really fails, these circles will start all over again, and I will feel my scalp tingle just thinking about it.

"Fifty percent sure? I believe you once, fifty percent is enough!"

The Zhuge nun raised her head suddenly, revealing a look of absolute expression on her plain makeup.

Yi Heng secretly regretted that if he hadn't hit this woman before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have let her make such a decision.

Zhuge ....... ”

"I will, it's decided!" Sister Zhuge turned her head to look at the monk surnamed Zhao, and made a final decision.

I saw her wipe her left hand and threw out a piece of jade slip from the storage ring, and when she saw him take it, she explained: "How to arrange the magic circle, there are instructions in this jade slip, but you must not spread it, otherwise, even if you escape to the edge of the sky, there is only one way to die." ”

"Yi understands!"

Without hesitation, he swept his divine sense into the jade slip, and saw a neat and tidy magic circle.

Ninety-nine eighty-one groups of circles are arranged in squares, and there are thousands of different circles in each group, as thin as the tip of a needle.

He condensed slightly in his heart, although he didn't know how powerful this array was, but just looking at the appearance of this array, it wouldn't be too bad to think about.

"Find the circle you want to carve now, memorize the order of strokes for each of them, and you're ready to go. ”

Sister Zhuge obviously had the intention of abolishing it all over again, if she abolished this array disk, she could double the speed, and it was still worth it.

Yi Heng's mind immediately focused on the fiftieth group of magic circles in the jade slip, starting from the first needle-tip stroke, and slowly memorizing.

And the nine-foot young man in the Purple Mansion had a solemn face, and his right index finger was stretched out, constantly demonstrating and gesturing in the void, just like the Zhuge nun had been gesturing in the air before.

It didn't take much time for a single magic circle, and he had also practiced during this time, so he finished drawing in the void in an instant.

Then the second, then the third, .......

At the end of the painting, he found a rule, there are not many types of a single circle, only nine, just master this circle drawing method.

The difficulty is that these nine different circles have to be arranged in different ways.

But at this time, his soul was so strong that he had already memorized the positions of thirteen thousand one hundred and twenty-two magic circles after imitating it.

He took a deep breath and said to Sister Zhuge , "I have memorized, now you can start." ”

Zhuge Nun raised her head, a trace of discoloration shot out of her eyes, but her face was still indifferent, her cherry mouth opened slightly, and finally her eyes were clear, and she spit out from her small mouth: "Okay, Zhao Daoyou will rest first, and I will sit on the side." ”

The monk surnamed Zhao was full of disbelief, and his eyes showed disappointment and schadenfreude, and he didn't answer, just nodded slightly and closed his eyes.

Obviously, she was very disappointed and sad that Sister Zhuge trusted him so much, and she wished that he would fail at this time.

Yi Heng's mind was completely concentrated in the array, so he naturally didn't pay attention to his expression, and asked with some uncertainty at the moment, "Can I start?"

Nun Zhuge had been waiting for him to start for a long time, and at this time she said angrily: "You can do it at any time!"

His divine sense was concentrated in the position of the fiftieth group of magic circles, concentrating his mind, and the nine-foot young man in the Purple Mansion sat firmly on the ground and stretched out his index finger.

A wisp of gray soul power appeared on the index finger, and the index finger slowly moved.

The first magic circle gave him the feeling of being like a dry character, but he didn't know what font to change to, and he passed it with one stroke, and he naturally had no trouble simulating countless times.

"Okay, although the first circle is jerky, it is obviously the first time to depict it in the array, which is already very good. ”

The original intention of the Zhuge nun was to praise and motivate, but the monk surnamed Zhao woke up, and then used her divine sense to probe the formation and the like.

At this time, Yi Heng was already depicting the fourth magic circle.

Dry one to two, three earthquakes, four, Xun five, Kan, six Gen, seven Kun eight.

This is the number indicated by the innate gossip, and he knows it very well in his heart.

After these eight characters are drawn, they will be divided into three rows and three columns, and the middle position of the empty place is a position, and the drawing method of the middle position is no longer in these eight words.

Judging from the strokes, it should be a retreat character, but I don't know whether it is or not, and at this time he can only depict this word with the power of the soul to the middle.

"Okay! Daoyou is getting more and more familiar, in this way, as long as the power of Daoyou's soul can keep up, there is no problem in success!" Sister Zhuge was slightly excited in her voice, and a hint of blush flashed on her plain makeup.

The eyes of the monk surnamed Zhao were no longer incredulous, but vague jealousy.

At the end of the last painting, the fiftieth group of circles was neatly arranged with nine needle eyes, three rows and three columns, which happened to be the perfect square.

It's just that this square is also the size of fine sand, and the nine needle eyes are extremely dense, if it is not carved by the soul, how can it be carved with the hand?

And at this time, the nine breaths were used.

He didn't dare to reply, and began to carve the next needle's eye circle, the next square, on the edge of the tiny square.

The monk surnamed Zhao's breathing gradually thickened, and the Zhuge nun glared at him reproachfully, and he immediately restrained his breathing, but the Zhuge nun gradually became louder in her own breathing.

An hour later, the fiftieth group of circles was mostly completed.

And Yi Heng began to become proficient.

He is not like a monk surnamed Zhao, who depicts the magic circle in rows and rows.

He divided the group into 1,458 squares, each with nine small circles, so that it was easy to memorize and portray.

Today, nine hundred and forty-two squares have been carved in one hour.

Sister Zhuge showed a thoughtful look in her eyes, according to this method of depiction, if the magic circle in one square is abandoned and destroyed, will it not affect the other small squares?

An hour and a half later, the fiftieth group of magic circles had been carved, and the sound of Zhuge Nun cheering sounded in his ears.

Thinking about it, at this time, she must be smiling without makeup, and she will also be slightly flushed because of excitement, which should be very good-looking.

But he didn't stop, and continued to carve the fifty-first clan formation circle.

This shocked the Zhuge nun and the monk surnamed Zhao, and when they looked at each other, they both showed inappropriate expressions.

And the monk surnamed Zhao shouted in a low voice: "Arrogant, don't ......." Before she finished speaking, she was stopped by Sister Zhuge .

In the Purple Mansion, the nine-foot young man's index finger kept dancing, and his soul power was transmitted from his body to his index finger one by one.

With soul power as ink and array disk as paper, he is becoming more and more proficient, but it is also becoming more and more boring.