"The formation that the Twelve Ancestors opened at the beginning is called the Twelve Golden Human Array, and it is said that it has something to do with the First Emperor. Later, the ancestors and ancestors went to Wucunqing, and then evolved on the twelve golden arrays, refining the twenty-four gods to break the heavens array, to destroy the gods, and to punish the immortals. It's just that it's difficult to get together in the twenty-four halls of Tianmen, and it's inconvenient to set up a formation, so there is slowly this last eight-gate sunset array. ”

The old man who spoke was dressed in a nocturnal brocade robe, with a wrapped head on his head, a black scarf on his face, and only a pair of eagle eyes were left to look at the field, and there seemed to be a trace of remembrance in his tone, which was indescribable and unclear.

Hua Pengfei stood behind the side, leaning against the courtyard wall of the Imperial Garden, and snorted disdainfully: "It seems that the power is not too much." ”

The old man glanced back at him, and then withdrew his gaze: "But Er'er? Zhu Yunwen's imperial true qi can't be said by our family, but it is indeed very strong." However, the inheritance of the Heavenly Gate is not something you can say lightly. Do you know why Li Caiyu let Ding mosquito blood and Wen lie sick away? Because this formation has reached the extreme, there is no trace of humanity in the eyes of these eight people, and there are enemies in all directions, and he is afraid of being injured by mistake. ”

"Even beating your own people, it's really good. Hua Pengfei stiffened his mouth and said no more.

"Seniors. Ma Sanbao seemed to see some doorway, or knew something, and said softly: "Then we stand here... ”

"Scared?"

"Not really, it's just ... ”

"Rest assured, the battle is raging, they can't see here. But it's nothing to say a few words now, and the eight doors have only walked to the injured door. When the formation goes to the Jingmen for a while, you have to be careful, otherwise... You remember the method of soul collection taught by the old man Moyun, it's okay. The eagle-eyed old man waved his hand and muttered to himself, "It shouldn't be to open the door of death, right?"

In the audience, the tiger roars and the dragon roars, and the ghost is yin. The bluestone path on the ground has become like dust, and the surrounding grass and trees have been robbed without any calamity. Everything is just as the old man said, Li Caiyu's eight people are like the rumored ghouls in Xiangxi, staring at Zhu Yunwen who is surrounded by a pair of white eyes, the moves are not artificial, and the "Hehe" in his mouth is like an immortal walking corpse.

"Eight Gates Sunset, Du. The eight of them suddenly groaned in unison, and their moves went from wide open and wide to feminine and strange, and the limbs seemed to be free from the shackles of the joints, like a group of snakes dancing wildly, rolling towards Zhu Yunwen.

"Stand in line, divide and attack!" Zhu Yunwen thought of the way of marching that Zhu Yuanzhang had mentioned when he was there, and his figure suddenly became ethereal.

Suddenly, his arms swept across, forcibly opening a gap in the encirclement of the eight people, and with a light click under his feet, he jumped out of the battle group with a fluttering movement.

Don't hesitate anymore, before the eight people pounced, lift the dantian, Ling Bo microstep, and Luo socks dust.

The bright yellow splendid dragon robe tossed and turned in the night, stepping on the sixty-four hexagram directions, suddenly unhelped, suddenly there is a big one, the body is returning to the sister, turning to Zhongfu, suddenly like a fairy descending to earth, the dragon chanting on the water.

With a hard-fought style of play, Zhu Yunwen can't say defeat in the face of Li Caiyu's eight-person eight-door sunset array, but he has the ability to parry, and in the end, he is afraid that it will be an unpredictable victory, or a lose-lose situation. But now with this Ling Bo microstep, the situation is reversed for a while.

The golden needle on the heads of Li Caiyu's eight people seems to have really sealed the consciousness of the eight people, turning them into walking corpses, all of them acting in animal nature, and if they can't think carefully about the essence of Yi Li in Zhu Yunwen's steps, it will be difficult to besiege them, and the power of the formation will be greatly reduced.

"Bang! bang!"

Zhu Yunwen dodged behind Yang Shuhu, punched him in the back of the heart, and then took advantage of the situation with two more punches, and made up two punches on the heads of Tang and Chu Buryinger, who helped resist him.

Before the three muffled sounds fell, the eight people turned around, and Zhu Yunwen had already flown away again.

Tang and Chu are deeply skilled, and the two punches they received are not critical, but they are nothing, but Yang Shuhu is the first to rush together, and he is completely defenseless and has suffered such a dragon elephant strength, his face suddenly flushed, but his consciousness was slightly clearer, and his rich combat experience quickly came to an unbelievable conclusion, and now he and the others were actually being played by this little emperor with this good-looking figure!

As his name suggests, Yang Chohu is brave and murderous by nature, how can he tolerate it. Gritting his teeth, he slapped his hand on the top of his head Baihui, and slapped the tail end of the golden needle exposed outside, and after a trembling like chaff, he raised a hammer in his mouth and said flatly: "Eight gates of sunset, Jing!"

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the eight people suddenly paused in unison, and then the direction was shifted, and the palms of the two faced each other, forming a circle.

"What kind of road is this?" Zhu Yunwen was afraid for a while, and stopped not far away, looking at it suspiciously.

The wind and thunder on the flat ground, looking at it through the moonlight, I saw that the blood on the faces of the eight people had receded, and they were all miserable, and there was no blood at all. But the white eyes turned red, as if all the blood on the head had poured into the eyes.

"This... In the shadows, Ma Sanbao was just about to ask a question, but he saw the eagle-eyed old man's sharp gaze, full of murderous aura, and the meaning couldn't be clearer: "If you dare to speak out, you will die!"

Ma Sanbao then remembered what the old man said before, if the formation was deduced to the opening of the Jingmen, the retreat would exist in concealment, and he hurriedly used the method that the old man had passed on before to hold his breath and visualize emptiness. It's just that he doesn't understand why the old man is so careful, and he is also curious about what this formation looks like at this point.

Ma Sanbao's question may only be answered by the eagle-eyed old man, because he has seen the practice route and formation diagram of this formation.

The formation of eight people with the golden needle soul stabbing method to stimulate the potential of the body, is a great loss of longevity, with the last time, it is normal to live for ten years and eight years. If it is a weak body, or if there are other hidden dangers in itself, it is not surprising that he will die directly.

This is also why Wu Shiqi was so surprised when he heard that Li Caiyu was going to set up the Eight Gates Sunset Array at the beginning.

But such a big price is only a condition for the opening of the battle. With the evolution of the formation, under the action of the golden needle, the brain's suppression of the body gradually gets out of control, and the aftermath and power increase simultaneously.

Human potential is infinite and infinite, and the brain usually controls it below the level that the body can adapt. Practicing dance to strengthen the body is just to release the potential of the body step by step. But what this formation does is to break through the suppression, like gunpowder, and release all the potential in a short period of time.

It's okay to say before Jingmen, but once you enter Jingmen, your own skills, the golden needles on your heads, and the mutual stimulation of each other's skills, it is as if the fuse burns to the end and explodes, which is inevitable.

Li Caiyu's eight people slowly opened their mouths, and a faint black smoke rose up, followed by a hundred ghosts crying at night, and the roar of the ghost prison wind!

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