The two sat inside and outside the house for a long time.

Yu Youwei waited quietly in the room with her back against the door.

Feng Qingtong was at the stone table, and the wind was light, and he poured himself a drink.

Until sunset, in the evening. A figure crept in from the bottom of the mountain, and the west gate appeared in the small courtyard on the top of the mountain in a faint way.

Carrying a wine jug, the most pompous sect master in the past became more and more reckless. Sitting casually next to Feng Qingtong, Ximen Yin picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea:

"I was tired today, so I changed a few casinos to win some money and bought a lot of good things. ”

Feng Qingtong was silent and exhaled slowly.

Ximen Yin's heart tightened, the movements of his hands slowed down a little, and he looked at Feng Qingtong with some concern, giving an inquiring look.

Feng Qingtong shook his head, signaled Ximen Yin not to show his stuffing, and slowly put down the teacup, and the spiritual power that had finally calmed down was a little surging.

"I told you," Feng Qingtong's face was a little pale: "My fall is probably today." ”

The young man in white looked quite calm, but his voice was hoarse.

Ximen Yin used his spiritual power to isolate the conversation between the two, glanced at the other side of the house, and drank tea in his hand as usual, but his tone was not relaxed at all:

"Now I'm sending you to the Xiqi Mountain Mountain Formation?"

Feng Qingtong, the formation there, has been preparing for a long time, just for this day that will come sooner or later.

The more advanced the monk, the greater the damage caused by the fall, especially if Feng Qingtong directly fell to a big realm.

Use the formation to gather the aura of heaven and earth, and at the same time lock the primordial spiritual power that escapes when you fall into the realm, and quickly absorb as much of the primordial as possible into your body after the fall stabilizes, so as to stabilize the vitality. This is an excellent way to prevent continuous drops and to minimize losses. The metamorphosis realm fell, and if the original element was completely destroyed, it was very likely to turn into a papier-mâché godrise realm.

Feng Qingtong, who had already chosen to settle in the mountain, of course didn't care about any killing power and realm, all he cared about was relying on the way to lose the realm and how long Yu Youwei could live. This meant that he needed to minimize the loss of the Fall Realm, leaving more spiritual power for Yu Youwei.

This formation, which is specially used to protect people who have fallen into the realm, should not be known by many people in the world, because it is too ancient. It was found in the ancient formation book in the twenty years that Feng Qingtong dreamed of Nan Ke on Luoyun Mountain.

To be honest, it is understandable that this formation has been lost. On the surface, it seems to be very useful, but when you really want to study it, it is actually very weak.

First of all, this formation is too cumbersome, with Feng Qingtong's talent and research on this formation, it will take ten days to lay down such a formation. Feng Qingtong believed that as far as this formation was concerned, there should be no faster one in the world than him.

Secondly, this formation does not last long, and the process of maintenance is extremely laborious, and it is extremely capable of eating silver, and it needs to lay down a lot of high-grade jade to accumulate spiritual energy. After the formation is used up or expires, the jade that has been subjected to the formation pattern will be burned.

And the corresponding is the embarrassing reality. The reason for the monk's fall is naturally natural and man-made disasters, but in either case, the fall is not up to anyone, and it may be in a moment that you can't predict it at all. If you are seriously injured and about to fall, you will never have time to lay down the formation, and if you lay out the formation in advance, it will not last long, and the monk cannot guarantee that he will be able to return to the formation in time after the fall.

Therefore, this soul protection array is the chicken rib of the chicken rib.

Such a chicken rib formation accounted for nearly half of the blood-colored book in Yu Youwei's hand, which had become a magic weapon.

But for Feng Qingtong, there is no real chicken rib formation. Just like this Spirit Guardian Array, isn't this the time when this kind of active fall is the most suitable time for it? Of course, there may not be a few cases like his situation.

Feng Qingtong adjusted his breathing, obviously everything was ready, but his heart still couldn't calm down.

The situation seemed to be a little different from what he thought, but he couldn't feel anything wrong.

"Simon, I'...... There was a bad premonition. Feng Qingtong felt relieved the moment he saw Ximen Yin rushing back, but the sense of oppression on his body did not lessen. It was like a beast staring at him in the dark.

Ximen Yin gently put his hand on Feng Qingtong's body to help him stabilize his physical condition. Hearing Feng Qingtong's words, he was a little speechless:

"Nonsense, the Transformation Realm Sword Immortal Falling Realm, can there be no ominous induction?"

Feng Qingtong didn't speak, and slowly stood up - the fall was inevitable, and no matter how uneasy he was, he couldn't change anything.

"You're going to press me, leaving Youwei alone on the mountain, I'm a little worried. ”

Ximen Yin took off the wine jug and shook it, took a sip, and sighed with taste, disapproving:

"How many formations do you have in the inner and outer three layers? It will only take a while to protect the formation for you, and if there is any movement here, I will come over in the blink of an eye, what can happen. ”

Feng Qingtong was still not at ease, but was still ready to go to the room to ask more. But when I walked to the door, I still stopped, and the hand that was going to knock on the door hung in the air, which was a bit of a dilemma.

He looked at Ximen Yin, a little cramped, and asked:

"I told her not to step out of the childish mountain realm, will it backfire?"

Simon narrowed his eyes, looking like an old treacherous and cunning man:

"What's the matter?

Feng Qingtong didn't answer, and looked at the closed door in front of him in a daze. Exhale, or decide to speak:

"Youwei, I was wrong today. Later, I will go out with Simon senior for some things, and it will take a little time. If there is anything, come back and discuss it again. Promise me not to do anything willful, okay?"

Inside, there was no response.

The spiritual power in his body was agitated and galloping, Feng Qingtong gritted his teeth and stood at the door, his brain gradually became a little unable to think, and he still had no intention of leaving.

Ximen Yin put down the flask and stopped talking.

Finally, there was a soft "um" from inside the room.

Ximen Yin pinned up the wine jug, didn't want to delay for another half a moment, grabbed Feng Qingtong's shoulder, and shouted: "Go!" The green aura wrapped the two of them and soared into the sky, quickly sweeping towards the top of the western mountain. In the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, the long-dusted sword of the best sword turned into a cyan streamer, which also pierced into the air and followed behind its master.

In the twilight, I saw two streamers between heaven and earth like fireflies at night, falling towards the empty mountain together.

The two of them landed accurately in the center of the formation pattern all over the ground, and Ximen Yin stepped on it heavily and shouted: "Get up." Suddenly the surrounding treasure light was everywhere, and Ximen Yin came out with a sword, protecting the side of the formation and suppressing the general trend of this place. Feng Qingtong was the only one left in the field, dressed in white and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Baoguang.

Feng Qingtong, whose origin was damaged, was completely unable to restrain the spiritual power in his body, and allowed the spiritual power in his body to escape everywhere. The formation that was already saturated with spiritual power was impacted by an even more powerful spiritual force, and it immediately looked a little shaky. Ximen Yin's face was serious, supplemented by the natal sword Bixue, and he did his best to temporarily contain part of the heaven and earth aura, and at the same time protect the key formations.

As long as he persevered until Feng Qingtong steadily fell to the Shenqi Realm, he could return the aura that he had temporarily forcibly absorbed to the formation, and at that time, it would be basically completed.

Feng Qingtong is a light spiritual power, Zhongzheng is peaceful, the impact of the original spiritual power on the formation is still small, and Ximen Yin is under a certain amount of pressure, but it is not to the limit. While observing several key formations, Ximen still had spare strength, always paying attention to the situation of Feng Qingtong in the field.

Feng Qingtong sat upright with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed slightly, and he let his spiritual power escape. He could feel that the realm was going its way to the peak of the Divine Rise Realm. Everything is as expected, and nothing will go wrong.

Feng Qingtong's forehead was covered with sweat - but why, the first time he felt such a nervous feeling? Was it really just because of the fall? Where did that feeling of being targeted come from? Why, the fear in his heart became stronger and stronger?

No, no, what is the problem, why is it at this time, why is it at this time......

The spiritual power on Feng Qingtong's body was originally peaceful, but after the state of mind was chaotic, it seemed that another force suddenly rose on his body. A black spiritual power that seemed to be even more powerful was like a black mist, overflowing from Feng Qingtong's body little by little, and soon enveloped Feng Qingtong's whole person.

The sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and for a while, the wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and a bewitching red light shot down from the sky and hit Feng Qingtong's body in the black mist.

In a dark sky, only a red demon star like a bloodstained star shone brightly, dyeing all the surrounding sky blood-colored!

"Feng Qingtong!"

Outside the array, Ximen Yin was shocked, everything had happened too quickly! Why did he suddenly give birth to a completely different kind of spiritual power when there was no interference at all?

Since ancient times, spiritual power has nine attributes: light, darkness, wind, ice, thunder, metal, wood, water, fire, and power. There has always been no distinction between good and evil in spiritual power, and whether the cultivation achieves good results or creates karma only depends on the good and evil in the practitioner's own heart. This is the common knowledge of cultivators in the cultivation world.

But at this moment, Ximen Yin could feel that the extra spiritual power on Feng Qingtong's body itself carried an evil power!

"Give it to me!"

Ximen's stealth form jumped up, and between heaven and earth, an old cyan robe puffed up in the wind, and this great master who had been in the realm of transformation in Zhizi Mountain did his best for the first time. The Bixue Sword was shining brightly, it was just a magic weapon, and the long sword without divinity seemed to have a heart with its master at this moment, like a cyan pillar of light standing up to the sky and the earth, fiercely resisting this formation that was about to collapse.

But in the formation, the strength of the evil spiritual power of unknown origin was far beyond Ximen Yin's imagination. The black mist was surging, churning and rampage in all directions in the formation.

Ximen Yin was extremely angry, grabbed the cyan long sword, and stood in the air above the formation, protecting the formation on one side, and showing the strongest battle intent on the other side towards the demonic power!

When Ximen Yin confronted the evil force, he didn't see that in the black mist, a pair of illusory scarlet eyes slowly opened.

The Tsing Yi Sword Immortal faintly seemed to hear Feng Qingtong speak.

The young man, who has always been calm, only spit out two words at this moment:

"Run, quick!"