There are some things that I don't feel like at all, but after mentioning them...

Jing Menghu's eyes were slightly flowered, as if they were covered with two black shadows....

Why, why, I'm a little dizzy, followed by my body and shook slightly, as if my spine was a little cold, slow, slow, as if the symptoms were more than that, my legs and stomach were a little trembling, and the whole person felt a little bad from head to toe.

"Hehe..."

In the midst of the eight formations, the Taoist feather fan shook lightly, and said with a smile: "Young man, how do you feel?"

Jing Meng snorted and said fiercely: "What's the matter with you, master, I have nothing to do, can you manage it after a few swings?"

"Haha..."

The Taoist laughed, his face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, of course I can't control this, but I sigh, a good life is gone, hey...."

Jing Meng ignored him at a glance.

But the heart is haunted.

There is something that doesn't know if it's real or fake, it's always crawling and crawling in the heart.

It seemed that he really felt a little dizzy, and he felt a strong chill all over his body, and he couldn't help it, and his voice was dark: "What good way do you have?"

The Taoist was waiting for Jing Meng's words, "haha" His face was stuffed with a sarcastic look, and he said, "Young man, why don't you have a hard mouth, weren't you quite crazy just now?"

"Do you have a way or can't?" Jing Meng roared, stepping back slightly as if he was leaving.

Suddenly, the Taoist was in a hurry, and the feather fan hurriedly waved to stop himself: "Little brother, what are you in a hurry, anyway, there are more than two hours, I don't care about this moment and a half..."

How long has it been.....?

Jing Meng's face darkened directly, but suddenly there was a look of excitement on his face, and some of them were proud, and their eyes were arrogant and slanted at the Taoist.

"Hey, hey..."Jing Meng sneered

"Hehe..."The Taoist also sneered.

"Hey, hey..." the two of them sneered together.

The Taoist's eyes narrowed, his face was solemn, and he said, "Young man, you are very smart!"

"Hehe, I'm not a fool," Jing Meng walked back to the Eight Formations and looked down at the person: "You can't get out, do you?"

"Hmph.."

Being peeped at by others, naturally unhappy, the Taoist snorted unhappily, and looked at himself with a cold face: "What about it?"

"It's not good," Jing Meng clasped his hands around his chest, his brows furrowed: "It's not easy to break through this array....... Hehe," he glanced at the Taoist with an interesting look.

"Hey..."

He was interested and laughed: "You really understand very well, as long as you can save me, I guarantee that the benefits you get will be useful for life." ”

"Oh.."

Jing Meng pretended to be surprised as if he was moved, but his eyes were indeed slightly squinted, and anyone could see the abuse.

The Taoist was a little unhappy, his face was gloomy, and he snorted: "What do you think, what kind of person is my Long Xing, I have said it, and ten dragons can't catch up." ”

"Yes, it blew too fast, of course I can't catch up," Jing Meng said with a smile.

The Taoist looked hateful.

Jing Meng's face was cold.

The origin of hatred and coldness is pride.

One seemed to be dying.

One doesn't know how many years I've been stuck in this place.

Are they planning to hurt each other by contempt and contempt for each other now?

Suddenly, the corners of Jing Meng's eyes rose a point, and the Taoist's eyebrows also rose slightly, and the corners of the Taoist's mouth rose and enlarged, turning into a smile, and Jing Meng followed as well.

"Hehe..."

"Haha..."

Both of them laughed, but the smile on Jing Meng's face froze, and the expression on the face of the Taoist also fell to the bottom.

"You won't cheat me, right?" Jing Mengshen said.

The Taoist glanced at himself: "As long as I can come out, a little guy like you is an ant in my eyes, it makes no difference whether you kill or not, I am not in the mood to kill you." ”

The sound was slow.

A little bit of dissipation.

The air was gloomy, and the cold was gathering little by little.

Jing Meng nodded: "How can I save you?"

When the dragon star Daoist came to his senses, his face was so hot and excited, and his lips trembled: "This is the Eight Array Diagram, it's not very difficult to break it," he said and pointed to the green light and shadow in the east: "Do you see, that's the Shengmen, as long as you walk in from the inside," he said and hurriedly pointed to the west: "That's the 'opening of the Eight Formations,' I'm trapped here and have already understood the Eight Formations thoroughly, as long as you enter from the Shengmen and open the door out, then this formation is self-defeating, I hate myself for not being able to move, otherwise I would have come out a long time ago." ....”

The Taoist chattered a lot.

Unspeakable hate.

I can't finish talking about it.

Jing Meng frowned, very impatient to listen to his nonsense, calmly, and walked around the eight formations, life, injury, rest, Du, Jing, death, shock, open, heaven and earth, they complement each other, and they run endlessly, no wonder such a long time has passed, and the formations have not been wiped out by the years.

Jing Mengzai stared at Shengmen carefully, it seemed to be woody, and there was a strong breath of life on it, giving him a sense of peace and tranquility, and there was a feeling in his heart that he wanted to embrace it immediately.

No wonder the Taoist wants to let himself in from here.

But after looking at it for a while, Jing Meng did walk away, and before he opened the door, it was the most bland, it was empty as if there was nothing, except for the blandness, only the blandness was left.

took a deep breath and prepared to take a detour to follow the advice of the Taoist to enter through the Shengmen, but he stopped after just a few steps, and unfortunately, Jing Meng actually stopped in front of the Death Gate.

Look in, the dark clouds inside, look in, the electric light flashes inside, the roar is endless, the hot thunder explodes more than once, a hair floating in will be blown into powder, Jing Meng was frightened, and hurriedly wanted to leave, suddenly seemed to think of something, and paused again.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

The Taoist had been waiting impatiently, his eyes followed Jing Meng's around, he was already very tired, and shouted: "Boy, what are you doing? There is only one hour left in three hours, do you want to die?"

"Don't speak," Jing Meng yelled.

The Taoist looked stunned for a moment, and he really shut up very obediently.

Jing Meng's brows twisted into a ball, and said: "No, is the way of life so obvious, entering from the birth gate to exiting from the door, it sounds like it should be, but ....." For some reason, Jing Meng always felt that there was something strange in it, but he just couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know where it was.

"Whew..."

Spit out a breath, ready to suppress this thought, obey the arrangement of the Taoist, and suddenly move in his heart: "This is the tomb, this is the territory of the dead, will its life gate be the life gate of the living?"

A look of suspicion appeared on his face.

A thought starts, and this thought is endless.

"Hmph..."

Jing Meng's face turned cold, his slanted eyes picked into the thunder of the door of death, and gritted his teeth: "It's very much in line with my way, maybe.... When he said maybe, his body rushed out and threw himself straight into the thunder of death.

"Ahh

Long Xingdao was startled and yelled, his face changed greatly, he stood up from the car with a sigh, pointed at himself and scolded: "Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Are you really stupid? Angry old man, I finally waited for a living person, but he is actually a fool, as long as you listen to me and follow my guidance, I will make sure that you come out safe and sound, why are you looking for death, why are you looking for .....death, why are you looking for death." ”

"Boom.."

Suddenly, there was an explosion on the top of the Daoist's head, and a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket slashed down, and his good-looking Dao robe was immediately torn into charred black, dyeing the snow-white feather fan with a black bleakness, and an explosive head came directly.

"Ahh

Long Xingdao shouted that he was not dead, his dark face was filled with hatred and unwillingness, and he looked up to the sky and roared: "Come on, come on, you can't kill me..."

In the midst of the roar, a huge rock arm suddenly appeared in front of the Taoist's eyes, and with a sharp press, he directly suppressed him on the small cart.

Under the power of heaven, let you lie on your stomach.

Under the majesty of the sky, if you don't lie on your stomach, you will sit for me.

Jing Meng jumped into the dark clouds and thunder at the door of death, and the lightning flashed in front of him, and the cracks that climbed up were so scary that he was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes: "It's dead, it's dead..."

"Whew..."

It was indeed a little heavier under his body, and his feet fell to the ground, so unexpectedly, I didn't die, and jumped up excitedly: "Haha, I know that this is the case, I know that life and death are opposite, death is life, life is death." ”