The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Such a powerful seal, there are not many people in the world who can get close to this mountain!"

Step out of the air and rise, step on the blue light and fly straight to the top of the mountain.

The summit of the mountain is wide and gentle, forming a gurgling pond, and the water cascades down the side of the mountain wall, forming a waterfall that flows down the hill, but the water does not diminish as if it never runs out.

There are four huge statues standing in the pond, and a green dragon comes out of the water, stretching out its head to probe its claws, majestic and sacred. A white tiger towered, raising its claws and raising its head to the sky. A Vermilion Bird stands, its wings stretched out and the flames burn into the sky. A Xuanwu is prostrate, and the turtle and snake are entrenched and calm and heavy.

The middle-aged scholar glanced around, frowned and said to himself: "The artistic conception of these four demon beasts is really strange, there is no fierceness of demon beasts at all, but it is full of a sense of sacredness, just like an ancient sage, it can make me worship in my heart, what is their origin?"

The middle-aged scholar examined for a while before stepping on the surface of the lake and walking towards the center of the pond, there was a hole in the middle of the pond, and the gurgling water flowed around the hole, without entering the Qi at all, and a ray of sunlight shone through the hole.

In the middle of the mountain, a high platform rises, and below the high platform is a sea of magma, rising hot steam.

Fan Xian was sitting cross-legged on the high platform and cultivating with his eyes closed, when a ray of sunlight shone down from the round hole on the top of the mountain, just enveloping him.

Suddenly, most of the sunlight disappeared, and the belly of the mountain fell into darkness, and a huge figure was reflected on the mountain wall.

Fan Xian opened his eyes and muttered, "Is it dark? not so fast!"

A laugh came down from above, echoing in the belly of the mountain: "Little junior brother, can you still live in the cave?!"

Fan Xian suddenly raised his head and shouted in surprise: "Senior brother!" He turned over from the stone platform, instantly soared into the air and flew towards it, and after approaching the entrance of the cave, he was suspended in mid-air, and looked up to see the middle-aged scholar standing on it.

Fan Xian bowed his hands deeply and said excitedly: "Senior brother, you are finally here! Are you here to save me?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "That's right!"

Fan Xian bowed again and said gratefully, "Thank you, senior brother!"

The middle-aged scholar said with a serious face: "Little junior brother, this time you really did something wrong! Thousands of powerful ghosts were released from the cage, and almost caused a monstrous tragedy in the Western Regions, even if you are rescued, you will not be punished when you return to the academy." ”

Fan Xian bowed his head and said, "Yes, I know my mistake and am willing to accept the punishment." ”

The middle-aged scholar nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and reached towards the entrance of the cave, and as soon as his hand touched the entrance of the cave, a colorful light curtain instantly appeared, firmly blocking it.

The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly, pressed his hand on the colorful light curtain and slowly exerted force, boom boom boom~ The whole sacred mountain shook slightly, and the magma in the belly of the mountain splattered one after another magma pillars.

Fan Xian looked at the sunken multicolored light curtain excitedly, is it about to break?

The middle-aged scholar's body was running with vitality, and his whole person was glowing with milky white light, like a person composed of light.

Boom~ Within 10,000 miles, the mountains and the earth are shaking, the dark clouds in the sky are rolling, lightning and thunder, and in an instant, it is as if the end of the world has come.

The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly, his hand was instantly retracted, the earth was turbulent and returned to its original state, the dark clouds in the sky disappeared, the lightning passed, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from lightning and thunder to a clear sky.

Fan Xian was in the cave and asked anxiously, "Senior brother, how is it?"

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "It's very troublesome, I don't know what means the door used to connect this mountain with this piece of heaven and earth." ”

Fan Xian shouted inside, "Senior brother, it should be a magic circle!"

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "Since his magic circle is powerful, I won't care about his magic circle, just split this mountain directly!"

Fan Xian shouted excitedly in the cave, "Senior brother is amazing!"

"Stand to the side!"

"Yes!" Fan Xian immediately stood against the side wall.

The middle-aged scholar writes in the air with a hand-made pen, a black font appears in the air 'split', and his finger is pointed at the word 'split', and the word 'split' is immediately printed towards the mountain, and the sound of the bang is printed on the mountain.

A sharp qi was born from the mountain, a stroke passed, Qiang ~ the mountain is like a supreme iron cast, emitting a golden iron roar, boom There is a huge chasm across thousands of meters in the mountains in the distance, the two peaks collapse with a bang, the rocks are splashed, and the smoke and dust are all over the sky.

The middle-aged scholar frowned deeply, and then turned his head to look at the four statues on the top of the mountain, could it be that the key to breaking the formation was them?

Immediately took off and took off to the white tiger statue, the crystal palm hit the white tiger statue, dong ~ a muffled sound, the crystal white palm was imprinted on the white tiger.

The mountain roared and made two muffled sounds, the earth shook twice like an earthquake, the sky also sounded two muffled thunders, the space above was distorted, the terrifying power in the hands of the middle-aged scholar disappeared without a trace, and the giant tiger statue did not move.

"Roar~" An earth-shattering tiger roar sounded on the top of the mountain, and a sacred white tiger phantom appeared on the white tiger statue, and the white tiger phantom turned his head to look at the middle-aged scholar, and two pillars of golden light shone down in his eyes.

A book suddenly appeared on the middle-aged scholar's body, and the golden pillar of light hit the book, splashing ripples at the place of impact, making it difficult to break through.

A moment later, the golden pillar of light disappeared, and the phantom of the white tiger merged into the statue of the white tiger again.

The middle-aged scholar flew back to the entrance of the cave and looked around at the mountains and rivers with his hands behind his back.

Fan Xian's worried voice came from the cave: "Senior brother, have you started to break the mountain?"

The middle-aged scholar came back to his senses and said, "This mountain can't be broken, and I can't break it." Little junior brother, you should reflect here for the time being, and study this magic circle carefully for your brother. ”

Fan Xian replied respectfully: "Yes!" A wave of disappointment inevitably rose in his heart, and then he flew down and sat cross-legged on the stone pillar.

The middle-aged scholar walked in front of the green dragon statue, reached out and touched the statue, and a steady stream of vitality entered it.

After a large amount of vitality was injected, the surface of the green dragon statue gradually appeared with a formation pattern and a dense rune seal, the formation pattern flickered with streamers and constantly flowed and changed, like a swimming dragon, every moment was different.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were confused, what was going on? What kind of inscription was this? Why didn't I know any of them?

Bang~ The strong coercion in Qinglong's body bloomed, and the middle-aged scholar was suddenly rebounded back, staggering back two steps under his feet, the coercion on Qinglong's body gradually disappeared, and the formation patterns on his body were also hidden.

The middle-aged scholar muttered to himself, "What kind of magic circle is this? Why don't I recognize any of the inscriptions in it? Could it really be a magic circle handed down from ancient times?" A wave of doubts rose in his heart.

The middle-aged scholar pondered for a while, and his feet splashed a little ripple on the surface of the lake, and immediately took off into the air, speeding towards the east.