A week later

The seventh floor of the Qixian Building

She and Tevuya were reclining in the corner of the wall, their faces had changed from pale to sallow, and they had been in a coma since three days ago.

In another place, although it is said that the crying is forbearance, it is not a living Buddha who has come to the world, and he will really have no worries without eating or drinking. He was lying on the ground with all his strength at the moment, his consciousness on the verge of dissipation.

At the moment, only Li Yushuang can be regarded as moving freely, but at this moment, his mind is blank, just mechanically walking around the corridor over and over again. Since everyone entered the Qixian Building, it has been nearly half a year, and they will stay here for so long, which is far beyond everyone's expectations, Li Yushuang also from the initial self-confidence, to the question of his own ability after hitting the wall again and again, at first he cried and couldn't release the others and was still concerned about how it was going, but recently no one spoke, even if someone spoke, most of them were quarrels, and now, several people even have no strength to quarrel, and an atmosphere of despair lingers in this narrow corridor, just like this maze that can never be cracked will wrap a few people。

Another day passed.

When Li Yushuang passed by a few people again, looking at his friend's haggard appearance, he recalled the support given to him by several people when he stepped into the Qixian Tower, and couldn't help but blame himself in his heart.

Li Yushuang took off the incomplete crane on his body, draped it on the bodies of Ji Mengqing and Tefuya, and then leaned his back against the wall, sat down on the spot, and slowly closed his eyes, he was also tired, he just wanted to sleep well at the moment, although Li Yushuang couldn't break the formation, it was not that he didn't want to escape, but he was in this phantom array, and he couldn't even find a way out.

Maybe it would be a great blessing in life to be able to die with the crying son and others, Li Yushuang thought in her heart, and fell asleep in a few breaths.

In his sleep, Li Yushuang rode around with the bronze horse riding on the cloud car, and I don't know how long it took, a familiar leyline appeared in his sight, which was the Wufeng Mountain Range where Chengdao Mountain was located, and then Li Yushuang continued to move forward, waiting for him to just leap into the boundary of Chengdao Mountain. But he saw hundreds of disciples who were driving the flying sword, turned into streamers, swept in front of him, leaned over and arched his hands, and said with joy in his words: "Congratulations to the master uncle on his success in slaying the dragon and returning to the mountain successfully." ”

"Huh?"

Just when Li Yushuang was still confused, he was surrounded by the crowd and returned to the Chengdao Mountain, in the dining hall, a huge celebration banquet, and the protagonist was naturally Li Yushuang.

Touching the chips, the cup light falls, the blue candle and blue light are charming, often laughing, not worrying, and all the wishful thinking is like empty.

After the hustle and bustle, Li Yushuang returned to Daoyin Peak alone, facing the bright moon, and stood on the high cliff with his hands in his hands.

"What's wrong? Yushuang, aren't you happy today?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, Li Yushuang looked back suddenly, and saw Yuyue Yuyi sitting on the stone bench, skillfully dismantling the oiled paper bag tied with hemp rope in her hand, and looking at him with a light smile.

"No, Uncle Shi, although it is a dream, I am very happy to see you again. ”

Although Li Yushuang didn't want to be sad to reunite, she grinned, but after all, her nose was sour and she shed tears.

Yuyue Yuyi smiled dotingly and said, "How old is it, and you still cry your nose." ”

"Since it's a dream, you should always wake up. ”

"The world is as cruel as purgatory, and the dream is as gentle as a peach, since this is the case, then I would rather this dream last longer. Li Yushuang retorted.

Li Yushuang has always been stubborn, and Yuyue Yuyi knew that she couldn't refute him, so she turned her head to the side and said, "Alas, please Daoyou." ”

I don't know when, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to Yuyue Yuyi, the middle-aged man was nine-foot in shape, white and thin, and his face was always shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see his eyebrows and eyes.

"Little things. ”

After the middle-aged man said a word, he stood up, walked slowly in front of Li Yushuang, his slender hand was in the shape of a snap of his fingers, and said:

"Boy, what you say is true, how can things be as wonderful as a dream, but a person like you who has a lot of responsibilities shouldn't waste time here!"

"The Immortal Tower Phantom Array is indeed powerful, but I have already made a path for you. ”

"Go ahead, don't let down your uncle's wishes. ”

The middle-aged man spoke, and flicked his finger on Li Yushuang's forehead, and the latter suddenly felt a strong gravitational force behind him, and his body flew into the air uncontrollably.

"Uncle Shi!" The sudden change occurred, and Li Yushuang used his true qi to re-set foot on the land of Dao Yin Peak, but no matter how much he struggled, the mountain still shrank sharply in his eyes until it disappeared.

"Uncle, uncle!" Li Yushuang shouted, suddenly woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that a door appeared out of thin air on the wall in front of him.

"Could it be that this is what the dream man said the path could not be?" Li Yushuang muttered.

If it was in the past, he would definitely not believe what the man in his dream said, but now that Meng Qingqiao and the others are on the verge of life and death, he has no ability to break the formation. Even if the current pathway is fake, it is better than waiting to die here, simply killing a horse as a live horse doctor, in order to win a glimmer of life.

At that moment, Li Yushuang was determined, stood up, picked up Ji Mengqing, and then grabbed the weeping son and Thevuya with both hands, and walked towards the door.

The top floor of the Immortal Building

Wolf Huang Xuanying is a lonely branch, Qingbai mudpot show handicraft, copper furnace gold basket is in a hurry to cook tea, but listen to the sound of wind and rain.

Jiang Hejue's panicked voice sounded: "Xuanyi Inspector Post, those little babies are gone!"

But seeing that Xuanyi was unhurried, he stopped his movements, looked out the window, and said indifferently: "Mr. has been wandering for a long time, why don't you show up?"

"Hahaha. I only heard a slightly hoarse male laughter outside the window, and then wisps of light smoke drifted into the Qixian Building along the gap in the paper window, and gradually converged into a human shape on the wooden chair between the floors.

"Who are you!" Jiang Hejue shouted angrily.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, he picked up the peach wood scoop on the table, filled a bowl of tea for himself, and then said slowly: "Jiang Hejue, known as the Fog Snow Crane, is a powerful person 30,000 years ago, the ancestor of the withered leaf sect of the Dark Ice Peak in Beiju Luzhou, good at pen skills, and it is rumored that its secret method - the smoke and moon without a trace, can make people's minds freeze and fall into the deep cold of eternity......"

When Jiang Hejue heard the middle-aged man boasting about his deeds, he felt a little fluttering in his heart, pretended to clear his throat, and said, "Ahem! Now that you know the old man's prestige, how dare you trespass into the Immortal Tower!"

Hearing Jiang Hejue's words, the middle-aged man smiled sarcastically and continued: "It's a pity that although Jiang Hejue is a person who is somewhat capable, his brain is not very clever, he has no ink in his chest and no city, he acts wantonly like an idiot, arrogant and arrogant, so although he is the ancestor of the withered leaf sect, he was squeezed out by his disciples, and finally had to leave the withered leaf sect and fall into the name of a bald crane. ”

Jiang Hejue was touched by the middle-aged man's words, and he was furious at the moment, shouting: "You, you, you madman!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the space around Xuanyi was strongly distorted, and then a deep cold was released, as if it was about to condense the air into ice.

"Old Jiang, don't make a mistake!" Xu Wanjun's clear scolding voice sounded, and as her words fell, the cold air around Xuanyi's body gradually dissipated.

"This gentleman, trespassing on someone's house, out of courtesy, should report his name first. Xu Wanjun said in a calm tone.

But seeing that the middle-aged man was not in a hurry to report his home, but took a puff of cigarette pipe, wisps of white mist escaped from his mouth, and said:

"Xu Wanjun, born in the first year of the Qiongli calendar, the daughter of Xu Jilian, the second head of the Jinchuan Zhen Forging Sword Temple in Nanzhan Province, once held a pair of swords - phoenix crying, killed the Tianhuo Yuan Yanyuan Gate alone, and slaughtered one thousand and forty-two mouths in the door, so the young man became famous, known as the phoenix sword kill. ”

Xu Wanjun heard the middle-aged man mention his past, and there was a slight anger in his words, and said, "Sir, please report to your home." ”

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to her, but still said to himself:

"But there are other rumors, Xu Wanjun was abandoned by a disciple in Yanyuan Gate because of his love affair, and he was resented by love, so he did this, but Tianhuo was originally under the jurisdiction of the saints of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and then Xu Wanjun was attacked by the saint army, and gradually disappeared, most people rumored that he had been beheaded in the wilderness by the saint army in the forty-seventh year of the dome calendar, and a few people rumored that he was hidden in the Zhen Forging Sword Temple by his biological father Xu Ji, but no one may have imagined that the arrogant person who is as proud as the phoenix sword killer will also be willing to become the lackey of the Xuanyi Inspector. ”

Xu Wanjun also seemed to be angered by the middle-aged man's words, and shouted angrily: "You!"

"Wanjun!" Xuanyi's voice sounded again, and after this shout, Xu Wanjun suddenly lost her temper, so she had to respond in a low voice: "Xuanyi Inspector Post." ”

"Stand down. ”

"Yes. Xu Wanjun responded, and then stopped talking.

"Smack, smack, smack. The middle-aged man clapped his hands again and again, and said as if applauding:

"It is worthy of being the right-hand man of the dragon of the past, even if it is just a wisp of ghost, it can still maintain such a huge phantom array, and the majesty is not diminished back then. ”

"Oh, smoky ghost. Xuanyi Governor first sneered, and then said: "My mere path is not comparable to General Dragon's illusion. ”

"That's natural, there's no need to say more. ”

The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigarette pipe with a smile and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Since I show my true face and supervise the post in Xuanyi, I don't have to hide it. ”

The smoke enveloped Xuanyi Dupost, and his indistinct male phantom also changed dramatically, gradually solidifying in the rapid expansion.

"Rat, you dare!" In the shadow, Xuanyi's angry voice came.

"Why wouldn't I dare. The middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly.

After a short time, the true body of Xuanyi Inspector was revealed.

A giant tortoise with a huge body appeared on the top floor of the Qixian Tower, with protruding eyes and long whiskers, sharp claws and short tails, and on each piece of hard shell between the ravine textures on the back of the giant tortoise, there were faces with different appearances, but most of them closed their eyes, only a woman and an old man, and glared angrily at the middle-aged man, probably Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun.

"You, don't think that you can be presumptuous with this seat by relying on General Dragon's tricks to pass through the Immortal Tower Phantom Array. ”

"I never cut off the unknown under the claws of this seat, and leave your name quickly!" Xuanyi shouted angrily.

"Yo yo, Xuanyi Inspector Post, it's just that I've seen your real body, why bother to be angry, maybe I'll change my appearance, can you recognize it?"

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the mist in the cigarette pipe lingered, making his figure blurred, and after a moment, the smoke dissipated, and the middle-aged man before turned into a beautiful young man wearing a blue gauze robe.

Xuanyi Duyou saw the familiar appearance, the pupils of a pair of turtle eyes were extremely constricted, and his words were full of consternation:

"It's you!"