"What's going on?"

Wang Zhong, who has not seen anyone for a long time, finally began to find out that something was wrong, he was extremely fast, and in order to quickly find Zheng Jingyue, he didn't have many reservations, a few hours down, there were thousands of miles of vertical and horizontal travel, but after flying in the air for so long, he didn't even find a trace of a monk, which was too abnormal.

In mid-air, Wang Zhong temporarily paused and looked in all directions.

I saw the vast world in all directions, the mountains and rivers rise and fall like dragons, the fields crisscross and crisscross, a good picture of the vast world, the green mountains and green waters nearby, the red flowers and leaves at the feet are surrounded, the birds follow each other, the beasts and insects sing, and the end is a rare fresh nature.

Everything seems so natural and smooth, and there is no illusion at all.

But the more this is the case, the more suspicious Wang Zhong becomes, the vast world with a radius of 3,600 miles, can Huoyuan Mountain completely change the world in such a short period of time?

However, if he continued to fly, he couldn't seem to find a good way, so Wang Zhong simply dropped his body and tried to find a way from the ground.

But he had just come down, and as his body changed, the surrounding environment naturally fluctuated and distorted, and he didn't even notice it at first.

But at this moment, under the extreme suspicion in his heart, he immediately noticed that there was something wrong with this, and he suddenly looked around again, only to find that the place where he was had turned into a leisurely bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest was breezy and the bamboo leaves rustled, everything was calm, but Wang Zhongxin was extremely shocked, because what he sensed in mid-air just now was an empty grassland under his feet.

In a short period of time, with his divine sense, he could only slightly perceive the changes in the environment under the premise of doubts, and if it was other foundation building monks, he was afraid that he would not even notice it at all.

"Such a strong formation, just this simple change in the environment, if the people of the main formation are intentional, plus some sinister changes, they can trap ordinary Jindan monks. ”

"And this formation covers a vast area of thousands of miles in total, even if a huge army of monks rushes in, I am afraid that it will not be pleased. Combined with the previous magic circle, the people who entered the formation were teleported around with mana induction, if they really faced the arrival of the Heavenly Alliance army, they only needed to divide the enemies who broke into the formation into an area that was restrained by the body, and then with the transformation of the environmental space, lay out a secret attack method, even if it was an army of 100,000, it was estimated that they would have to be hated on the spot. ”

Wang Zhong had experienced several battles between the Heavenly Alliance and the Rebels in his previous life, so he simulated the true form of the formation in his mind in an instant.

"Right now, Huoyuan Mountain is holding the Dao Source Conference, which is talking about letting many monks come to get opportunities, but in my opinion, I'm afraid it wasn't Huoyuan Mountain who asked these 300,000 monks to help them test the formation. ”

Wang Zhongshu suddenly remembered the Fengheng Mountain where the white elephant stayed before, above the mountain, there are still many unknowns, and there is also a Jindan monk behind him, and the power of it must only reveal the tip of the iceberg.

If during the battle, the formation will teleport dozens or hundreds of enemies to Fengheng Mountain, and this person will attack the hundreds of evil qi and bad wind caves together, forming a large wind array, and a group of enemies can be eliminated in an instant, so it's not terrible.

The more Wang Zhong thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and in this way, the 300,000 monks helped Huoyuan Mountain test the formation, and it made more and more sense.

However, the test formation must be only one of the points, 300,000 monks will go to the meeting, there must be other secrets behind this, Wang Zhong felt that he did not see it.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, what the king cares about the most is what kind of means will this second stage of the Dao Yuan Conference have so that the monks can follow Huoyuan Mountain to fight against the Heavenly Alliance with peace of mind.

Purely based on theories such as righteousness and hatred, Wang Zhong personally felt that it was untenable, and he was very suspicious that there was any special coercion or control in it.

The cultivation realm is vast and boundless, and all kinds of magic methods emerge one after another, and he is not omniscient and omnipotent.

If there is really a subtle and subtle means to affect the sanity, then he and Zheng Jingyue will definitely not be able to participate in this second stage of the Dao Yuan Conference, and they must think carefully about Qiu Tizi's plan.

In the bamboo forest, Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and pinched a bamboo next to him, and the bamboo that was three fingers wide could withstand the strength of his hand, and suddenly made a creaking sound and cracked.

There was a rustling sound overhead, and the bamboo naturally broke.

"It's true!"

Looking at the broken bamboo that slowly fell next to it and finally stuck in the middle of several of its kind, Wang Zhong confirmed the authenticity of this thing.

The environment here is indeed real, and Wang Zhong plans to do another experiment, which is to fly into the sky again to observe what the ground will become under his feet, and then fall down to see what will happen.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes suddenly shrank, and in his consciousness, he found the figure of other monks active.

Wang Zhong thought for a moment, temporarily stopped and continued to speculate and test the formation, and walked towards the group of monks.

The bamboo forest is sparse or dense, but it covers an unknown area, Wang Zhong walked all the way, and the bamboo leaves were swaying like knives, and all the sounds in his ears were rustling the rubbing of leaves.

After the tea ceremony, a simple path appeared in the bamboo forest in front of it, and there were obvious traces of people walking on the road.

It was here that Wang Zhong sensed just now, and it was here that a group of monks passed by and went inside.

Huoyuan Mountain held the Daoyuan Conference, and there was no killing, and Wang Zhong was not worried about anything, so he immediately followed the footsteps of this group of people and chased them down.

It didn't take long for the bamboo forest in front of it to become sparse a lot, and there were a lot of open spaces appearing, and not long after a while, an open field appeared in the bamboo forest, several small bamboo buildings stood in it, there was a fresh courtyard outside, there was an elegant spring inside, the dust was not a place, the aura was full of endless, and it was a rare place to practice in the hidden world.

The fence of the small courtyard is made of walls, and it is not very tall, and there is an open threshing field at the gatehouse, and the path leads to the other end of the threshing field.

By the time the king arrived, dozens of monks had gathered in the field, but everyone was very disciplined, as if they were waiting for something.

However, although everyone restrained their spiritual light very decently, Wang Zhong could still see at a glance that these monks were all cultivators above the foundation building, and most of them were in the middle and late stages.

Occasionally, three or two people talked in a low voice, and no one made a loud noise, which was quite consistent with the nature of this place.

Wang Zhong followed the path to the threshing field, and immediately saw a long case in front of everyone, behind which a monk was sitting upright, waving ink and brilliant colors, dancing on the white paper.

The paper is extraordinary paper, but the flow of spiritual treasure materials, the whole body is white and looming, and the ink is also a fairy thing, not only the color is colorful and colorful, but also the ups and downs of each stroke of the monk, reflected on the paper, will rise up a corresponding smoke cloud, mysterious abnormal.

And the monk who painted was even more extraordinary, Wang Zhong only glanced at it, as if there was a strong light flashing in his eyes, so that he couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and look sideways.

Wang Zhongdeng's heart froze, this monk wearing the disciple uniform of Huoyuan Mountain turned out to be a real fake Dan monk, and most of the prototypes of this person's golden pill had already been achieved, and he was only needed to accumulate in the last days before he could soar to the sky.

Most of the Jindan monks came over step by step like this, like Lu Jinling, who suddenly broke the shackles and was reborn, after all, they were a minority, and the same was true of the previous life of the king, so the sense was very keen.

It stands to reason that most of such people should be in retreat at this moment, doing the final recuperation, and only waiting for the day when Dancheng is completed, why does this person appear here?

Huo Yuanshan sent out all such disciples, and he was not afraid of delaying the cultivation of his disciples?

When Wang Zhong was puzzled, many monks did not react much to Wang Zhong's arrival, and occasionally some people looked at him in surprise, seeing that he was only a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and then looked away, not paying too much attention.

However, the monk himself, who was waving, seemed to feel his gaze, and immediately raised his head and said, "Oh, another Taoist friend is coming, just right, all of you are thirty-six counted, and it will be opened directly after the next one!

The monk who painted the scene glanced at Wang Zhong with a smile and said hello.

In the crowd of monks, someone immediately responded respectfully: "Brother Qingxuanzi Dao is serious!"

Although the king did not understand it, he bowed to the monk in thanks.

Thirty-six monks stood silently on the threshing floor together, waiting for the monk named Qingxuan to finish painting.

Although there are not many kings, it can also be seen that this should also be a place of opportunity arranged by Huoyuan Mountain.

This Qingxuanzi Daoist brother is the main person in this place, but he doesn't know what the difference between the opportunity here is and the Fenghenggang of the white elephant.

After another cup of tea, Qingxuan of Huoyuan Mountain finally finished swinging and put the brush aside.

Wang Zhong glanced at the finished painting in the crowd, but only saw a beautiful scene of smoke and clouds, this painting turned out to be alive, like a magic weapon, and it was extraordinary.

At this time, the Qing Xuanzi was opening his mouth and said: "Daoyuan Conference, the opportunity is determined, in Xia Xi is the host of this Qingfeng Forest, I will give you a creation, how much you can take, it depends on you." ”

"But I said it in advance, before you fellow Daoists, there have already been two groups of Daoists in the Qingfeng Forest, you are the third batch, and the last batch, I can't know how many opportunities remain, everything depends on your luck. ”

Everyone immediately thanked them respectfully.

Qing Xuanzi didn't ink, and after finishing speaking, he suddenly spit out the painting on the table in one breath, and suddenly the whole painting rose into the air, and it grew to a zhang long in the wind, and it grew to a zhang long in a short time.

Qing Xuanzi pointed a little more and shouted softly: "Go!"

The painting suddenly fell towards the small courtyard on the side like a small cloud dragon, and after a while, it happened to stick to the simple gate of the small bamboo courtyard, completely covering the gate made of bamboo.

It's a bit like a door god, but it's a little bigger, the same size as the two gates combined.

After a few breaths, the painting and the gate become one, and the clouds and mist on the painting disappear, revealing the true face inside.

Wang Zhong raised his eyes to look, but saw that what was painted on the painting was actually a vast bamboo forest, in the middle of the bamboo forest, there was a fresh bamboo courtyard, at the gate of the courtyard, there were dozens of monks waiting, subtleties, and even could see that these monks were different from each other, and at this time the people in front of the door were quite similar.

All of a sudden, some monks felt shocked, such a method seemed to seal people in the painting, and as if the painting contained people in the body, in addition to the extreme subtlety, there was also a faint sense of horror.

At this moment, with a squeak, the gate of the small courtyard opened, and above the surrounding fence, there was a flash of light, and the internal scene of the courtyard, which was originally close in front of me, became a little unreal.

Qing Xuanzi's voice also sounded behind everyone at the right time: "Fellow Daoists, please!"

The door was opened, and although the monks present were a little surprised, but if a wealthy faction like Huoyuanshan really wanted to deal with them as loose cultivators, where did they need to get so many fancy intestines, so everyone immediately rushed towards the gate.

Fortunately, the master's family was still present, and they all knew some faces, so there was no scramble, but Wang Zhong could see that in fact, these people were very anxious.

After all, Qing Xuanzi also said just now, in this Qingfeng Forest, there have been two groups of people who have entered it before, and how many treasures are left is unknown, if you go slowly, you can't get anything, then it will be a big loss.

One by one, everyone rushed in at the door, and the open gate of the cave was like an inexplicable giant mouth, swallowing the monks one by one, and everyone who entered did not appear in the small courtyard in front of them, but disappeared without a trace, and without any warning.

The king was the last to come, and consciously stood in the last place, and did not fight.

By the time he walked in, there was no monk outside the arena, only Qing Xuanzi was still watching him from behind.

Qing Xuanzi's expression didn't fluctuate, and he didn't even care much about him, Wang Zhong's divine sense was strong, and he could sense that the other party really didn't have much malice, so there shouldn't be any danger inside.

But when he entered the door, he subconsciously glanced at the open gate on both sides, the painting divided into two halves was still clear, and there was only one crowd left on the threshing field on the painting, which was approaching the gate of the small courtyard, but on the threshing field, there was no figure of Qing Xuanzi.

"Did he deliberately not paint it, or was it because he was the operator of the node here?"

In confusion, Wang Zhong stepped over the threshold.

In the normal visual space, he should have appeared in the small courtyard where Qing Xuanzi was at this moment.

But as soon as he entered, he disappeared completely, like the rest of the monks.

After all the monks entered, Qing Xuanzi groaned slightly, the sleeves of his robe were swayed, and the pen and ink on the table under his feet were suddenly gone, and the door of the small courtyard was also slammed shut.

It's just that there is no painting on the closed courtyard gate, it is just a very ordinary bamboo courtyard door.

As soon as Wang Zhong saw a flower, he found that he was already in a lush bamboo forest, and the little sunlight came down through the gaps in the leaves, making the light in the bamboo forest a little dim, the breeze was gentle, and the rustling sound in all directions was non-stop.