With half a burnt incense, Ding Zhengyi's spirit was wandering in a kind of muddy nightmare, as if it was completely imprisoned by that heroic breath, and as time continued to move forward, there seemed to be a trend of intensification.

The intuitive manifestation of this is that Ding Zhengyi maintains a strange posture of holding his head high to the sky and motionless, isolated on the spot, if you look at it more deeply, he seems to be immersed in some unique artistic conception, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

Such an unusual gaffe is simply very rare in Ding Zhengyi's cultivation career of more than ten years, and there is almost no trace of this.

It is obviously incompatible with the non-arrogant and impatient he has adhered to in the past, and it is obviously incompatible, and even in a sense, it is completely contrary to it.

Originally, with Ding's righteous self-discipline, it would not be very difficult for him to forcibly break free from this mysterious artistic conception.

But as this abnormal state continues, the unique feeling it produces is simply very refreshing.

It was as if Ding Zhengyi's whole person was soaked in a hot spring, from the soul to the body, from the dantian to the cyclone, it seemed that he had received an inexplicable sublimation.

Therefore, under Ding Zhengyi's subjective neglect, coupled with his guidance in the dark, he did not forcibly struggle to get rid of it, but chose to merge with nature.

Half a cup of tea passed quietly.

When the feeling of being complacent or dazed and unsure couldn't tell whether it was like a tide slowly receding, Ding Zhengyi slammed his mouth unsatisfied, and then stretched his waist with endless aftertaste, and then he returned to his previous calm performance.

What happened to the sudden abnormality just now, Ding Zhengyi didn't know at this time, but now he was refreshed and in good spirits, but he couldn't fake it.

That kind of comfort that the soul has been washed, even if it is slightly worse than when he had an epiphany, this is also one of the few experiences that Ding Zhengyi has experienced since he cultivated, and it is definitely beneficial and harmless.

It's just that after repeated speculation and careful screening, he didn't get any specific findings, so he had to put this doubt aside first, so as not to add to his troubles.

Now more than half a month has passed since Ding Zhengyi stepped into the formation.

In a few days, it was the planned day to return to the family, and the limited spiritual objects that were still left could no longer guarantee the normal cultivation consumption of the five people, and he could not afford to delay any longer.

Therefore, after simply packing up the storage bag, and then carefully combing through the many experiences in the formation again, until it was confirmed that there was no omission, Ding Zhengyi did not delay any longer, and he walked towards the formation light film without hesitation.

The method of going out of the formation is similar to that when entering the formation, there is not much difference, it is all about finding the "node" of the formation, following the traces, until you find such a hidden opportunity, you can break out of the formation.

However, unlike the luck that seemed to be black in his eyes more than ten days ago, Ding Zhengyi's performance at this time seemed to be at ease, only to see him wandering quickly in the formation, even if he stopped occasionally, it was just a matter of spending a few breaths, simply doing finger pinching calculations.

In this way, in less than a stick of incense, Ding Zhengyi broke away from the shackles of the formation unscathed, successfully passed through this extremely powerful composite formation, and successfully came to the Bixin Forest outside the formation.

"Humm, hum......"

Before he had time to sigh at the rapid progress of the formation, the noisy sound not far away instantly sounded in Ding Zhengyi's ears.

This also indicates that the civil and military brothers and a few others outside have not slackened in their cultivation because of their lack of supervision.

Faced with such a situation, the corners of Ding Zhengyi's mouth first showed a light smile, and then quietly crossed a few green heart trees.

In the blink of an eye, the meticulous rehearsal scenes of several people, as well as those figures flying up and down, were seen through the dense blue heart leaves.

In Ding Zhengyi's sight, at this time, Ding Zhengping was wielding an intermediate magic weapon shield with a heavy weight, calmly blocking and slapping the joint attacks of Ding Zhengfeng and the other three.

And Ding Zhengfeng and the Wenwu brothers, their performance is really unsatisfactory.

In the face of Ding Zhengping's various slaps and blocks, he seemed to be weak and overstretched, and the kind of clumsy appearance that was reluctant to make Ding Zhengyi frown, and then he sighed again.

The powerful strength and reaction speed brought by the introduction to forging the body were much higher than those of ordinary Qi cultivators who had cultivated to the same level, or the two were not above the same level at all.

If he did it with all his might, with Ding Zhengping's current state, even if he was one against five, it shouldn't be a difficult task.

Moreover, these advantages are almost insoluble in the Qi cultivation period, even if the cultivation is higher, the gap between forging the body and not will slowly narrow, but it is undeniable that the monks with stronger strength and reaction will definitely be able to get the first opportunity in the battle, so as to get the final victory.

"Brother Yi, you're finally out!"

Ding Zhengping, who was at ease, was the first to discover the existence of Ding Zhengyi between looking left and right, without too many doubts, and he was followed by a burst of shouting.

The rapid cheers woke Ding Zhengyi from his thoughts, but before he could answer, he saw Ding Zhengping suddenly increase the strength in his hand, casually pushed away the other three from a distance, and then rushed towards him.

"How are you cultivating these days?"

Facing Ding Zhengping, who was enthusiastic and passionate, and the other three people who had just come back to their senses and were also full of joy, although Ding Zhengyi was also quite happy, but because of the great improvement in his mood a few days ago, he was still able to maintain a flat tone at this time.

In the face of Ding Zhengyi's indifference and restraint, the few people who approached quickly did not care at all.

In their eyes, Ding Zhengyi will be mature and steady, and humble and cordial, but more often than not, he is serious and serious, and his multiple expressions change freely and without a trace, so this slight change in him at this time is simply not worth mentioning.

In the following time, several people chattered with greetings, mixed with reports on some of their cultivation gains during this time, and the atmosphere was simple but extremely cordial.

This made Ding Zhengyi fully feel the resonance between the bloodlines, and this strong family affection made a strange warmth rise in his heart instantly.

With a stick of incense, Ding Zhengyi unreservedly enjoyed the kind of care between the clansmen, until Ding Zhengping, who was chattering, also stopped talking, and then he picked and choose, and briefly described the various crises encountered on this trip, as well as some gains that did not need to be kept too secret.

Even so, these twists and turns of the story still made the four people fascinated, and their faces mixed with excitement and surprise unconsciously revealed a strong sense of yearning.

Seeing that several people were unpretentious and empathetic, Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, being able to share his joy and achievements with his relatives, so that he would not be the one who walked at night in brocade, in a sense, this is undoubtedly a great happiness.