Yu Sheng naturally didn't expect to open a gap in the mountain protection array of the Caodong Sect by himself, and the main force this time was mustard grass.

Without Yu Sheng's command, the mustard grass had already jumped off his waist and leaped to the mist.

Seeing this, Yu Sheng immediately took out the array board, staring intently at the change of the pointer on the array board, after the eight-sided array chess entered the fog, he had long lost contact with him, and at this moment he could only rely on the array board to determine the position of the array chess.

I saw that the pointer in the middle of the array disk rotated uncertainly, fast and slow, stopped and paused, and sometimes all kinds of inspiration appeared.

"It seems that when this array was designed, the method of breaking the formation with the formation was taken into account, and this fog still has the ability to pollute the array flag......"

Yu Sheng's brows were tightly locked, his hands moved back and forth on the compass from time to time, and the position of the array flag in the fog would change accordingly, due to the rapid deduction, Yu Sheng's forehead had already broken out of a trace of fine sweat, and finally simply sat down cross-legged, put the array plate on his legs, and every time the fingers in the air moved, the door position on the array plate changed by one grid.

After such a long time of incense, sure enough, a demon beast of the Rotational Light level passed by, and his keen eyes glanced at Yu Sheng.

"It's now!" Yu Sheng shouted, and the mustard grass, which was already ready to go, couldn't wait to open his mouth, and suddenly sucked hard, actually sucking a large piece of mist in front of him into his mouth.

This bite of mustard grass is really terrifying, like swallowing a cloud in one bite, and the fog itself is that the thunder can't move, the wind can't blow away, this thing can actually rely on the suction of a mouth to shake it, and it doesn't lose the ability to gnaw the formation.

It's just that the mustard grass keeps inhaling, but I don't see the fog in front of me dissipating, but it is surging more and more, and with each inhale, the fog in other places will squeeze in, and it is still tightly sealed.

Yu Sheng still cared about the ill-intentioned gaze behind him, and the whole person didn't dare to gasp, saw the opportunity, and slapped the array plate with one hand, and the array instantly emitted colorful light.

At the same time, there were also colorful lights flickering in the mist, which seemed to form a ring, echoing the light on the array disk.

"Broken!"

Yu Sheng gritted his teeth and spit out a word, and turned his two fingers into a sword towards the center of the light, and the movement of the mist flow paused for a moment, opening a gap, and a black shadow suddenly crossed and drilled into the gap just right.

Everything happened too quickly, from the time the demon beast saw Yu Sheng, to Yu Sheng's burrowing into the gap, it only took a few breaths, and the gap only existed for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

Soto Sect, inside the splendid hall.

The old monk with a wrinkled face was chanting the scriptures with his eyes drooping, and there was a young and handsome monk in his twenties or thirties standing opposite.

The handsome monk is twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, the snow-white robe is just on the right foot, and the old monk wears a five-Buddha crown, he does have a bald head, and there are nine ring scars on the top of his head, none of which are dark gold.

"Ben Shan, how long have you been here?" The old monk suddenly stopped chanting, raised his head, and shot two rays of light from his eyes.

"It's been three days since the disciple came?" Monk Jun performed the Buddha salute, and the hand twisting the Buddha beads also stopped, and respectfully placed them on his chest.

The old monk nodded slightly, asked the other party to sit down, and glanced at the handsome monk's Buddha beads intentionally or unintentionally: "What do you have on your mind?"

"The disciple's thoughts are as much as the mud and sand in the sea...... said the handsome monk abruptly.

The old monk suddenly smiled: "Isn't there more mud and sand in the desert?"

The handsome monk frowned, and the little red tire between his eyebrows was twisted into a lotus shape just right: "The disciple has only seen the sea, but not much desert." ”

"Hehe, you are this point of transparency, even if it is the truth, you must see is believing, the old man took a fancy to you at the beginning, so he passed on the position of abbot to you. ”

"But Master, this abbot is not happy at all!" the young monk's tone suddenly became a little hurried.

The old monk sighed: "The old monk knows that it is indeed a bit difficult for you to carry such a heavy burden at such a young age......

"That's not what the disciple said......"

"Oh, is it because of your troubles?" the old monk's squinted eyes opened slightly.

The young abbot said, "The five major sects have the same sickness and sympathy, and the disciples really don't understand, what good is it for us for the other sects to perish?

"The people of the world? hehe...... Honsaku...... Your horizon is too small! The destruction of the small world is a certainty, just as you see the sediment on the bottom of the sea, my Caodong Gate is just one of them, have you ever seen the sediment reclamation?"

When the young monk heard this, his brows furrowed a little deeper, and he suddenly asked, "The small world is gone, how long can my Cao Dong Sect last?"

The old monk smiled meaningfully when he heard this: "Don't worry, my Caodong Sect will not only not perish, but will develop more and more, the demon clan is still a beast in nature, and it can't make any waves!"

The young monk looked at the other party with a shocked face, as if he didn't believe that the words were coming from the other party's mouth, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with an ugly face:

"The disciple heard some time ago that a disciple of the Tantric Sect summoned the remnant of the True Demon......"

The old monk heard the words "True Demon Remnant Image" The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said expressionlessly: "Although Tantra also belongs to my Zen sect, it is not an authentic Buddhist sect, and you don't need to ask what they do! You just need to know that you are now the abbot of Caodong Sect, everything must be the sect first, we just need to close the door and not go out, and the demon clan is naturally helpless!"

"But ......"

"Okay! I'm a little tired of chanting for the teacher, you go out first!" said the old monk without question.

Although there were still many doubts, the young abbot still retreated very obediently, and the moment the wooden door closed, the eyes of the old and the young showed a completely different look from before.

And so it was...... Master would never complain about being tired from chanting the scriptures before, is it true that my Caodong Sect is really going to become a sinner in the Amazing Flood Realm?" The young monk secretly thought in his heart, raised his legs and walked down the mountain, only to see him step by step, and with each step, the bluestone slab under his feet would sink into three points.

The old monk inside the door, the evil color in his eyes flashed, and his face was gloomy: "Ben Lone, do you always have to go against the teacher? I should have thought of ......"

At the foot of the Soto Sect Mountain.

A black shadow rushed out of the mist, followed by a green mang, the black shadow stopped first, and the green mang "swished" into the black shadow's waist.

Yu Sheng looked back at the mist and let out a long sigh of relief after making sure that he was already inside the Caodong Sect.