Mo Chen only felt that his whole body, from head to toe, and all the primordial spirits were invaded by darkness!

Darkness is like a knife, like a blade, and even more like a thorn, piercing into the body, piercing through the meridians, lifting pain, and then the pain is also like a blade, coming from all directions, so many that it is innumerable, forcibly cutting off the operation of the spiritual element, cutting off the flow of blood and veins, and also cutting off all the senses and all the minds.

In a trance, when the nameless darkness entered the body, the ink dust could not move, and all the divine consciousness fell asleep.

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The sound of the sword roared softly, and Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes, his brain was chaotic, and his eyes were confused.

Rubbing his eyes, he realized that he was already in a tent.

The tent was extremely simple, except for the hay bed under him and the warm fire beads on the top, there was only a table, a stool, and a sword—the Great Xia Dragon Bird Sword.

Subconsciously scratched his head, adjusted his qi and blood, Mo Chen propped himself up, and his divine consciousness was still a little chaotic.

At this moment, the neighing of horses was heard outside the tent. Mo Chen was a little surprised, so he stood up, walked to the curtain, and looked out.

The sunlight came into view, and he was taken aback by what he saw.

I saw countless monks dressed in blue and ink-colored robes, crowded with people, performing their duties.

Some are patrolling with swords, some are feeding the monsters, and some are simply setting up stalls in front of their tents to sell all kinds of treasures, but they are all like busy ants, enjoying themselves.

Mo Chen was puzzled, and subconsciously looked up, and there was a colorful curtain in the sky, like an eggshell, enveloping a large area.

Although it is not as good as the Qingxu Realm, nor is it as good as the formation of Qingcang City, it is obviously a long-term camp of the Qingxu Sect.

A ray of light caught Mo Chen's attention, and he looked into the distance, about the center of the tent group, and a huge hole had been dug in the ground, and in the middle lay a gray and white, mottled and impure jade vein.

The veins are in the shape of bamboo shoots, and the farther they go, the thicker they become, until they reach the end of the line of sight, turning to the bottom of a barren mountain.

On the stone veins, dozens of formations, large and small, were engraved, and the formations seemed to be breathing, flickering bright and dark.

On the edge of the stone vein, groups of green-robed monks patrolled around, staring around, and no movement around them could escape their eyes.

In the same way, the air is not idle, and there are often bright sword lights flashing, which is the monk of the Qingxu Sect patrolling the imperial sword.

??“ Are you awake?" a girl behind her interrupted Mo Chen, followed the sound and looked back, a pretty red shadow came into her eyes, and Yong Yiyi ran over quickly.

??“ How are your injuries? When you wake up, you can't lie down, do you know how heavy your injuries are?"

Yong Yiyi grabbed Mo Chen's hand, ignored Mo Chen's words, and dragged him to the hay couch in the tent.

Mo Chen smiled helplessly, and could only listen to Yongyiyi's instructions and lie down again.

Yong Yiyi smiled heartily, slowly closed the tent curtain, and sat on the wooden bench beside Mo Chen.

With the same door on the side, Mo Chen realized that he had escaped, but the doubts in his heart were even stronger, and he blurted out: "Senior Sister Yiyi, what is going on?"

Perhaps it was the reason why he had sent him the stolen goods, in front of Mo Chen, Yong Yiyi was a little less dignified and more elegant, and a little more playful and lively: "You still ask what's going on? The two of us were almost scared to death by you." Usually it looks like a little monk, not exposed or public, and only when you are crazy is willing to show your true face, no wonder the sect master will let you be a sword-wielding elder. ”

Ink dust is stupid.

Yong Yiyi smiled and bent her eyes: "Don't pretend, you ask the senior brother to go, you start crazy, just like the sun, we can't get close to you for miles, we can only watch you dismantle all those corpses, burn them all, and then wait until you are crazy and tired and dizzy to carry you back." Along the way, I wondered if you were an old monster reincarnated. ”

"Sun?" Mo Chen was even more stupid, blurting out "Corpse?"

This time, Yongyiyi was even happier, dancing with her hands: "Hey, you don't even know what it is, you just tear it down, what a big hatred?"

It turned out that the humanoid stone carvings that Mochen had seen earlier were all living people, at least they were.

"That place used to be a formation city, a wolf desert city. Speaking of which, Yong Yiyi put away the hippie smile and restored the dignified lady.

Although this wolf desert city is located in the desert, because it is located at the gateway between the desert and the mountains, the scale of the array city is not much smaller than the Qingcang City where Mo Chen has been, but it was later destroyed in a chaos of heaven and earth.

"According to what Elder He said, the chaos was very strange, only a small vortex stopped on the formation city, and at first everyone didn't care, thinking that it was some kind of thunder disorder. Yongyiyi looked a little uncomfortable: "As a result, many people are still bargaining, still fighting swords, and still cultivating with their heads bored, and suddenly they all lost their consciousness, and the next breath, all turned into stones, and then the whole soul jumped up from the body, went straight through the big array barrier, and was sucked into the vortex." ”

"Can you imagine, the formation is working as usual, but the entire array city has become a ghost town, hundreds of millions of mortals and monks, just like this, all of a sudden, 'poof, poof, poof' all died, all turned into stones, and their souls were sucked away. ”

Mo Chen couldn't help but get goosebumps when he heard this, but he was puzzled: "What kind of disorder is this? Could it be that some evil power did it?"

Yong Yiyi shook his head: "Impossible, whether it is a human or a demon, as long as it is done by living beings, there must be traces, but after the fact, several major sects have sent people to investigate, and it is clean, if it is not for the dense stone statues on the ground, no one can see that something happened here." ”

Mo Chen sighed: "What about here, where is this?"

Yong Yiyi smiled and explained to Mo Chen. "This is Dingxie Mountain, the Dingxie Mountain where felons are imprisoned. ”

It turned out that Mochen's mission this time was to garrison Dingyi Mountain for five months.

This mission is dangerous and dangerous, because the people imprisoned in the Dingevil Mountain are all those old demons and giant evils, all of whom have been calling for wind and rain in the big world for a while.

But at the same time, this is also an extremely idle task, after all, the Qingxu Sect is heavily guarded here, and the mottled stone veins that Mochen saw before are the entrance to Dingxie Mountain, trapping demon bamboo shoots.

On top of it, there are several sealing formations carved to prevent the demon from escaping.

At this moment, a crisp call sounded outside the tent, and it was obvious that someone was looking for Yongyiyi.

Seeing this, Yong Yiyi responded with a sigh of relief, and then remembered that it was his turn to inspect the trapped demon bamboo shoots today.

She hurriedly flattened the quilt for Mochen, prepared to leave, and turned around to say a word before leaving.

??“ Elder Mo, you have to rest well, you have your chance, it is your right to say it or not, we don't covet it, but my generation cultivates immortals, cultivating the soul, cultivating the body, and cultivating the mind, if the body is damaged, the mind is damaged, and the sequelae are left, and it will be too late to regret it. ”