The sunset is flat, shining on the tall trees, and the twilight leans on the green peaks.

The rivers are swinging, crossing the autumn bank, and there are fairy traces in the depths of the clouds.

Above the nine heavens, the handsome white horse returned from apprehension to boredom, flapping its wings, stepping on the clouds, and narrowing its big misty eyes into a line, all about to fall asleep. The blue bird on the head is still the same, deep, calm, and solemn, like a meticulous old immortal, looking down on the world through the clouds.

The high wind is getting cooler, and in half an hour at most, the sun will completely sink into the green peaks in the west, and everything will be silent.

And the most dangerous time will come...

The thunderclouds were still silent, and they weighed heavily on people's heads.

In the mist, the wind and rain were still mixed and more violent.

The forty-nine square burial trough under the rain curtain began to rise faintly purple qi at some point, and if you got closer, you could see that the source of the purple qi was actually a human corpse in the pool. At first glance, it looks like forty-nine squares of boiling hot water, which is gradually approaching its boiling point. And the same strange scene also appeared in the sea of corpses in the center of the canyon, and the color of the mist was even thicker, making people feel so unreal.

With the altar as the center of the circle, the four old men stood in four directions with a locust leaf umbrella, corresponding to the four stone statues of divine beasts under the altar. At their feet were each a bright yellow chess piece, the surface of which was crookedly drawn with a pattern resembling a real dragon, and the rune paper was scattered all over the ground, long since the rain had fallen and adhered to the flesh of the corpse, but it still radiated a bright light.

"The four beasts are like the eyes of the quadrangular array of the Qi Gathering Array outside the valley, after the dragon qi of Gongjiang for decades was swallowed by the Yin Qi, most of them were gathered above this place and turned into evil clouds, and the evil clouds rained to refine the evil earth and nourish the corpse, and the power of it does not need me to say much, I think you can also understand. If those few really planted the means of burying jade and burning in the valley, the power generated by this thundercloud was enough to flatten a radius of thousands of miles in an instant. At that time, the misery of life will not be my pure yang righteous path. Therefore, a few days ago, we arranged a Tiangang Fury Yang thirty miles outside the Yin and Yang Realm, and if things really develop to the point of no return, I will not hesitate to open the Tiangang Great Array to prevent the catastrophe from happening. ”

"Understood, boy. ”

"I'm not asking you to understand that those who plan must be competitive, but I want you to be mentally prepared so that you can plan in advance for the road that you may end up with. If you do reach such a desperate situation, you will surely die if you are too late, you know?"

"Understood, boy. ”

"I didn't want you to understand!"

"Uh..."

"Hey. ”

The old woman was very helpless.

Talking to such a little doll who is old enough to be her grandson, her mind feels more difficult than ever. Because, this little doll has a IQ and strategy that is not inferior to him at all, although the words are polite and respectful, but every time the old woman says the key to the problem, he seems to know it in his heart, and he can't see his inner ups and downs from the emotional point of view, always giving the old woman a sense of powerlessness that she is talking to the air, but she has to say, and she also speaks bitterly.

"Do it yourself, don't do anything, remember to run away. ”

"En. ”

After all, the old woman's patience was exhausted by Xia Xun's blandness, and she was powerless to do her own thing, so she ended the conversation with Xia Xun.

She looked sideways at Mo Xian, who had not completely healed from her injuries, and said, "How much strength have you recovered?"

"Forty percent. Mo Xian said coldly.

The old woman asked again: "Over the years, how have you practiced your finger sword style?"

Mo Xian frowned slightly: "You know I'm practicing the finger sword style?"

The old woman said impatiently: "Nonsense. ”

Mo Xian didn't ask any more: "I can only break the tree and break the wall." ”

The old woman handed the broken compass to Mo Xian and said, "Then you give me the Dharma protector." ”

“......”

The sword eyebrows sank, Mo was puzzled, and he didn't take the compass: "Won't I go to the altar?"

The old woman's face turned cold for a moment, and she reprimanded solemnly: "Why are you going to the altar? Do you still need two people to carry Kaifeng for a coffin? If you don't protect the Dharma, if I make a mistake, the sword array will be broken, will you bear the consequences?"

"Oh. ”

Mo was speechless, and asked for Xia Xun's opinion in a blink of an eye.

Xia Xun should have guessed what the old woman was thinking, and he could understand her thoughts. After all, everyone has selfishness, and it is normal for people to protect their shortcomings, so if she is an old woman, Xia Xun will probably make such a decision.

Xia Xun said: "The predecessors are reasonable, there is only a corpse in the coffin, and I will not be in danger until the night falls." The seniors need more help in this main formation, and it is very good for the senior brother to leave the Dharma protector. ”

Xia Xun nodded slightly, signaling that Mo Xian was useless to worry.

It's just that the meaning of his words is a little more vain, whether there is danger or not, no one can say for sure at this time, how can Mo Xian not know?

"That's it. ”

The old woman said, her free hand took out two pieces of rune paper from the sleeve of the other hand, volleyed into several silver lights, and quickly hit both sides of Xia Xun's chest, and at the same time shouted urgently: "Taishang Wuji, Qiankun borrows the law, sits and forgets the self, spits out the old and accepts the new!

"Rush!!"

With that, two silver rays of light bloomed from the talisman, spreading Xia Xun's whole body in an instant, and then turning into a silver aura to wrap him.

"Taishang Bagua Array Talisman?"

I watched as the rising air turned the rain into steam all around me.

Xia Xun's eyes flashed with a spiritual light, and he instantly realized why the old woman wanted to leave Mo Xian to protect her Dharma. It's not that she's selfish, it's that she really needs someone to fight for her.

Because, she's a formation master...

"You are the predecessor of the Pure Yang Bagua Vein. ”

"Who am I, or what?"

The old woman didn't answer Xia Xun's question, and said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, you only have less than half an hour." I will cover you with the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, and the two talismans on your body can help you resist ordinary injuries. But you yourself have to be careful, if you can't do things to do things, don't act recklessly. ”

"Understood, boy. ”

"Hmm. ”

The words stop there.

Without further words, Xia Xun turned around and walked in the direction of the altar.

Purple qi rose, like smoke and mist, like endless ghosts floating above the sea of corpses. Thunder flashes, flickering light and darkness, black and white alternate thousands of things. One step of the abyss, one step of light, are all between life and death.

"Nine Palaces obey orders!"

"In!"

When Xia Xun approached the altar, the old woman shouted loudly and quickly sealed her hands, and the four old men who were distributed in all directions responded in unison with acacia leaf umbrellas.

The old woman drank again: "Qiankun goes to Beidou, Kangen kills Canglong, the epicenter returns to Sansu, and Xun is leaving." ”

The six elders of the Northeast stared at the virtual scratch and drank: "Go Beidou!" The blue light flashed.

The two elders in the southeast clenched their fists and shouted: "Kill the dragon!"

The Nine Elders of the Northwest held several rune papers in their hands and shouted: "Return to Betelgeuse!"

The old man in the southwest stepped on the spot and drank "Xun Jinli!" purple light flashed.

The four of them were ready, the four colors were colorful, and the old woman shouted again: "Fight the formation!"

"Kai!!"

"Rush Rush!!"

A sound starts, a voice starts.

The four old men or women all drank out the word "Qi", and at the same time turned the locust leaf umbrella in their hands upside down and went over to the pile of corpses under their feet, and vigorously inserted it! Only then did they see that the inside of the five inconspicuous locust leaf umbrellas was originally covered with bright yellow rune paper. The rune paper is arranged very regularly, and now it is inserted upside down on the ground, and it is a small gossip array!

Call...

The small array of the four sides fell to the ground and glowed, blue and red and purple, scorching like fire, faintly scattering dozens of feet of golden mangs, and instantly evaporated all the wind and rain in this corner, just like four gorgeous little flowers in the dimness. They spread the brilliance rapidly, and the flowers and flowers were connected with a beam of bright yellow light, first forming a pentagonal shape, and then connecting the beams of light in the shape and then forming a five-pointed star, the star trace Huaguang went straight to the nine days of thunderclouds and turned into a brilliant light curtain, and the altar was completely wrapped up and down. During this period, the feng shui evaporates, the purple gas disappears, the cold is dispelled by the heat, the darkness is swallowed up by the light, and the inside and outside of the world are like a world apart.

Fang Yuan's change did not wake up the two corpse kings under the altar, and it was not until Xia Xun officially stepped through the star mark and walked into the light curtain, within ninety zhang of the altar, that they opened their eyes again. But the old woman above the formation did not give them time and opportunity to make a move, she decisively shouted: "The nine palaces gather at the top, the four sides return to the heart, forbidden!"

"Instantly!"

"Whew!"

"Bang bang !!"

The light is flashing, and the breath is bursting.

The four old men in the base should order the arrows to fly out!

Don't look at them all looking old, they look sick, but when they move, they are not ambiguous at all. The speed is completely comparable to the limit of Mo Xian's previous instantaneous explosion. The distance between the four directions is a hundred feet, and the corpse king has not yet started, and in the blink of an eye, the four old men rushed to the bottom of the altar, and the two corpse kings noticed the threatening aura in an instant, and just wanted to turn around and punch and hurt people, but before they were hurt, they ushered in a round of crazy attack...

"Whew!"

"Gossip Cave Xuan!"

"All five directions!"

"Knock knock..."

Very strong...

The four old men attacked the two corpse kings, and the moves turned into countless phantoms, as fast as thunder.

But seeing that the six elders were condensed with both hands and two fingers into swords, they held three feet of qi, opened their bows left and right, and violently stabbed the joints of the two corpse kings in various places. The two elders' fists were like hammers wrapped in qi, and when they identified a corpse king, they smashed it towards its lumbar vertebrae. The hunchbacked old man used his legs as a sword, kicked in the air, and unleashed a steady stream of sword qi at the other corpse king, and the sword qi burst like a blacksmith striking a stone to bring up spark lightning. The two corpse kings were attacked by three people at close range, and they were beaten in an instant, and they couldn't even use their fists and feet, and the roars were repeated one after another, as if venting their anger. And at this time, the nine old men were not idle, taking advantage of the opportunity of the two corpse beasts being suppressed, he turned ten into ten with one hand, ten into thousands, and hit all the prepared rune papers on the bodies of the two corpse kings at a speed beyond the eyes of ordinary people.

From afar, golden flowers bloom.

Ginger is indeed old and spicy.

Compared with the four old men at the moment, Mo Xian is really young.

As more and more rune paper was pasted on his body, the sealing power of the talisman gradually formed a small formation, and the corpse king's movements soon became slow and weak, coupled with the strong attack and suppression of the other three old men, they never even raised their fists from beginning to end. It wasn't until the last muscle on their bodies was obscured by the rune paper that the two corpse kings finally fell completely silent and couldn't move. From awakening to being sealed, it was only a few tens of breaths, and Xia Xun hadn't even walked out of fifty zhang, and the battle was already over. The strength of the four old men's combat power, the tacit understanding of cooperation, and the clear division of labor, Xia Xun and Mo Xian couldn't help but be silently amazed in their hearts.

This pure yang old man is really eye-opening...

"Sha..."

Huang Fu rose to the golden rays, like smoke and clouds, and the masculinity slowly spread to one side.

The four old men stopped their hands and feet one after another, and fixed their eyes on Xia Xun who was walking towards the altar. I don't know if it's because I'm not at ease, the ninth old man took out a pile of talisman paper from the package behind his back, and handed it to him when he took Xia Xun to get closer.

"Ahem, if it's really a corpse, try using this, although it may not be effective. ”

"Thank you. Xia Xun didn't say much, took the rune paper and held it in his right hand, and walked up to the altar.

Call...

The blood-red silk glow leaked out from the crack in the black stone of the altar, and the wisps wrapped around the body of the person who came up, and the silver glow wrapped around Xia Xun's body was like a protective layer, helping him isolate the invasion of the red ray. Silver and white superimposed on blood red form another pink color, which looks so abrupt.

Pink people, pitch-black altars, blood-red light.

The sea of gray-white corpses, the lightning flashing silver, and the green shirt.

As he gradually approached the coffin on the stage, the familiar feeling in Xia Xun's consciousness became more and more intense.

People walking...

And in the sea of empty consciousness, Xia Xun could clearly feel that the wisps of memory fragments were eroding his thoughts little by little and affecting his emotions. It seemed as if something was forcibly merging with his deepest memories.

The remnants of the past still exist in the corners.

Today's people want to regain the memories of the past...

A few feet away from the coffin, the inexplicable feeling is even more obvious. Without opening the coffin, Xia Xun was almost certain that the wisp of breath hidden in the red lacquer coffin must have some kind of inseparable connection with him. Because, the empty memories that were eating away at his mind had begun to resonate with something deep within his body. It's as if his body is being gnawed by an invisible beast...

"Tsk..."

"What is this?"

When Xia Xun ascended the stone steps to the top of the stage, this feeling was raised to the extreme. He couldn't put into words what it tasted like, only a hint of confusion and confusion that made him question. That feeling...

It's like yourself, stroking yourself.

Like himself, devouring himself.

Gently, slowly, weirdly.

Standing on the altar, looking at the sea of dark corpses for more than ten miles, clueless and ruthless, eternal and dead. The golden rays reflected by the Star Enchantment have already dispelled a lot of terrifying atmosphere, which makes people feel a little relieved. Abandoning the ethereal thoughts, Xia Xun gently stroked the carved lines on the coffin lid with his hand. The texture is profound, it is the pattern of the roar of a hundred beasts, the simple workmanship, the fine texture, like the totem style of the priest in the late ancient period. The palm of his hand stroked all the way to the depth of the eight-foot coffin, and the eroded thoughts involuntarily came to his heart, and Xia Xun felt a sense of loss in his heart.

At the same time, the fragments that he kept piecing together in the depths of his mind gradually formed many inexplicable pictures. It's like a dreamy memory...

In his memory, he saw...

The snow is like a flocculent, the silver mountain is thousands of miles, and there are people standing alone on the top of the mountain.

Yan Ran looked back and smiled lightly, it was a portrait of a woman.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, ten thousand armies are facing each other, and there is an elegant figure killing all sides in the sea of corpses and blood.

Screaming and roaring, all hideous and bloody faces...

The sky collapsed, the sky thundered like rain, and there was a simple heavy sword that bombarded with thunder and lightning above the nine skies.

Countless divine soldiers are disintegrating, and countless figures are falling in the clouds, like heavenly demons destroying the world...

A familiar green shirt tore and roared in a pool of blood...

A golden knife was shattered by lightning, and the corner lost its light...

An endless thunderstorm flooded the world...

A bloody figure fell to the ground...

A corpse...

"What are you rubbing?"

Countless pictures float through my mind like a dream, so familiar and so unfamiliar, that people are deeply immersed in it and can't extricate themselves. It wasn't until the angry shouts outside his mind pierced the silence and the pictures dissipated with the sound that Xia Xun was awakened from inexplicably.

"Uh..."

In a trance, it is like a big dream. The chaos in his mind couldn't be completely adjusted for a while, Xia Xun turned his face suddenly, and turned his face towards the second old man under the stage, and responded sluggishly: "No... Nothing. ”

"Then don't open the coffin quickly. The second old man urged.

"Oh..."Xia Xun replied again.

"Huh?"

“......”

Seeing Xia Xun's godless state of judging the two of them, anyone knows that there must be something wrong with it. Although the old woman and Mo Xian in the distance were speechless, their brows were already furrowed. The hunchbacked old man near looked up at Xia Xun on the altar with his waist pole up, and asked worriedly, "Are you really okay?"

Xia Xun gradually settled down, shook his head, and said in a daze: "It's okay, I just remembered something." ”

"Something comes to mind?"

The second old man was also a little worried, and shouted: "I'm afraid, right? If you can't come down, I'll open it for you." Don't be so capable, look at your little face is scared white, hey, look at me in a hurry..."

Ignoring the kindness of the second elder, Xia Xun turned back in a daze rather rudely.

Looking at the maroon coffin, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind again. Mu Leng's eyes regained a little brilliance, Xia Xun grabbed the corner of the coffin lid with one hand, pressed the edge gap of the coffin lid with the other, and then suddenly exerted his strength to go up!

"Click... Dada!"

“......”

Due to the excessive force, the entire coffin board was lifted out by Xia Xun. Roll down the stone steps to the bottom of the altar, making a clattering sound. However, this sound did not break the original silence at all...

"It's so familiar..."

"This feeling seems to be really our pure yang breath. ”

The lid of the coffin that blocked the breath was flipped up, and the invisible breath spread in all directions.

Quiet, still quiet.

There was no bloody scene, no terrifying corpse people sat up, everything was uneventful. Although the wind and rain isolated from the realm by the gossip of the Nine Palaces were even more violent, the people in the array could not hear it, and only a wisp of breath was drifting away. The coffin was opened, and everything in everyone's imagination did not happen. There is only a feeling of invariability, and a picture of immobility...

The slightest wisp of breath was vented at the moment when the coffin lid was opened.

The four old men who were guarding the audience almost simultaneously had a familiar resonance, a cordiality that they had not felt in twenty years. A hundred zhang away, at the edge of the eyes, the old woman's face turned a little pale, as if she had discovered some truth that was difficult to be confident in. Mo Xian was better, but his brows were also wrinkled into the shape of a pimple, and his inner horror was probably not weaker than the old woman beside him. If anyone can maintain their composure here, only Xia Xun on the altar is left. He stood quietly beside the coffin, quietly looking down at the contents of the coffin, and although there was a strange look in his eyes, he could not tell whether he was surprised, happy or worried.

See as you go.

A woman...

Buried in the red lacquered coffin was the body of a woman.

The face is beautiful, the skin is fresh, and the long hair is black and shiny. The bridge of the nose is full, the eyes are closed, wearing a pair of crystal jasper earrings, and the slender figure is wearing a red sunflower gold silk dress, like a girl who has just died, lying quietly in the coffin. The only thing that made people feel uncomfortable was the two sharp fangs that were exposed to her red lips, and the wisps of bright red blood that condensed between her eyebrows.

And this wisp of blood is also what makes Xia Xun unable to take his eyes off.

This is the source...

"Why is it so familiar?"

"What's buried in there?"

The still-moving picture is frozen for a few breaths.

Seeing that Xia Xun on the altar had no movement again, the six old men under the altar couldn't help but ask again.

Xia Xun didn't reply, and replied lightly and truthfully: "A woman." ”

"Women?"

"Yes. ”

"How can it be a woman?"

"How so... It's impossible..."

(I don't know the readers, brothers, have you already guessed Xia Xun's secret?)