Under the thatched hut, Yang Tian sat alone on the side of the corner, opened the ancient scroll given to him by Miss Ziyin, and observed it carefully, extremely seriously.

This was already the fourth day that he had entered the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

During the day, he worked in the firewood room as always, and at night, he wandered around, still unwilling to find the clues of the Seven Star Fragments.

But in the end, there was still no clue.

Now he can basically be sure that the first Seven Star Fragment will definitely not be here, I am afraid that the tenth ** is in the Xuan Realm of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

But for him, it was a difficult task.

The way to enter the Xuan Realm and enter the Purple Mansion is simply the gap between heaven and earth, if he wants to enter the Purple Mansion, he can casually become a person, and he can easily get through the tricks, but the Xuan Realm is different, there is the real base camp of the Purple Mansion, and only the elder's edict can open the door of the Xuan Realm.

Three days ago, he had met the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion in the Purple Mansion, although he was only hiding from a distance, and he was almost caught by the other party, if he hadn't run fast, I am afraid that his identity would have been exposed long ago.

The Purple Mansion Holy Son had given him too many indelible marks, and it was the first time he saw that his peers had such vast power, even Yang Tian had to exert great pressure.

The Purple Mansion Holy Son's divine sense is very keen, otherwise it would not have been possible to find him last time. The existence of such a person already made Yang Tian feel very tricky, let alone the major elders in the Purple Mansion Holy Land?

"It's basically impossible to get through the trick of turning into a disciple again. Yang Tian hesitated for a moment, analyzed it step by step, and then sighed, "Now, I can only count on carving a formation pattern and breaking through the Xuan Realm." ”

Yang Tian was almost certain that such an important place in the Xuan Realm would definitely be guarded by powerful elders, even if he could become the appearance of an elder, or the appearance of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, even that aura would not allow imitation.

He hadn't stepped into the Holy Realm yet, and it was simple to suppress his cultivation and turn into Zhuo Yuan's appearance, but it was basically impossible to make a fool of himself and become the same as those elders.

Yang Tian pondered for a long time, and finally had to accept this reality, if he wanted to enter the Xuan Realm, imitation alone would never work, so there was only one way left, and that was to break through!

However, with strength alone, this kind of move is definitely lifeless, but he finally entered the Purple Mansion, how could Yang Tian give up?

In the end, he had to dig out the mottled scroll that Miss Ziyin had given him, wanting to see if he could create a formation that would become his biggest reliance on breaking into it.

This ancient scroll is indeed the handiwork of a certain formation master, but because it is only a fragment, even Yang Tian does not know which formation master it is, but this does not affect his learning, after all, although he is a demon, he can steal the supreme formation of the human race, which can be regarded as a small achievement.

In the past, I don't know how many demons faced off against human monks, and finally lost in the formation.

This fragment not only has the production of formations, but also some techniques of runes and dao patterns, which are extremely complicated, and cannot be understood by ordinary people, at the beginning, Yang Tian also pondered for a long time, but there was no progress.

But he didn't stop there.

Yang Tian turned his hand and pulled out a gold-page book, on which were densely written some obscure words, but the few big characters on it were very conspicuous - "Killing Array Eleven, Banshee Hongchen".

He had long forgotten where the method of killing the formation came from, but there were still some memories of the formation in his head, as if he had forgotten everything, except for the tricks and exercises.

His foundation is still there, even if many of the memories of the past have been lost, his understanding of the formation still exists, and it is no longer the first glimpse of the door, but it takes time.

In the dim candlelight, Yang Tian placed the ancient scroll given to him by Miss Ziyin on his left hand, and "Killing Array Eleven, Banshee Red Dust" on his right hand.

In contrast, the ancient scroll is more of a theoretical explanation, with the production of formation patterns and runes, which is considered the foundation, while "Killing Array Eleven, Banshee Red Dust" is more inclined to a practical operation, telling the arrangement of the array eyes and how to display the maximum power of the formation.

In the past, he already knew something about "Killing Array Eleven, Banshee Red Dust", but this time, under the guidance of the ancient scrolls, he reviewed his previous knowledge again, extremely carefully, without missing a trace of detail, a full five hours passed, he finally closed his eyes and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Day after day, in order to be able to enter the Xuan Realm and get the first Seven Star Fragment, Yang Tian can be said to have endured a lot of hardship, during the day he has to become Zhuo Yuan's appearance, meticulously doing human work in the firewood room, and at night he has to rack his brains to carefully study the contents of the ancient scrolls and study the formation.

Finally, a month has passed, and Yang Tian's understanding of the formation has been improved.

At this moment, he no longer needed to use those array stones to make a large array, and as his cultivation improved, he was already able to carve some runes out of thin air. According to the above technique of "Killing Array Eleven, Banshee Red Dust", he completely integrated the maze, and he could already lay down a large array and trap people in it.

Yang Tian did not hesitate, after everything was ready, he planned to start his action tonight.

At night, all the days are silent, the night sky is clear, the moon is thousands of miles, and there is a silver glow sprinkled down.

Yang Tian first changed his appearance, his body bones kept clicking, and soon he changed into the appearance of the Purple Mansion Holy Son, and then changed into a purple dress again, and at the same time recalled the appearance of the Purple Mansion Holy Son that night, and gradually exuded a wisp of fierce aura, which was covered outside the body surface like this.

"In this case, it should be about the same. Yang Tian muttered in his mouth, very satisfied with his current state.

Immediately, he threw the incense into the gossip diagram, stunned Zhuo Yuan again, and put him on the ground with a big move, giving people the illusion that nothing had happened.

Without too many words, after completing all this, his figure flashed directly and disappeared into the night.

As early as a month ago, he had already touched the specific location of the gate of the Xuan Realm, which was located on the east side of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, where there was a huge cave, and there was usually an elder guarding the boundary gate, and the cave was a spatial crack, if it broke into it by mistake, it would turn into powder in an instant, only the elder's hand was needed to hand it to the elder who guarded the door, in order to open the gate of the Xuan Realm.

But there is only one exception, and that is the Purple Mansion Holy Son.

As the first young person in the Purple Mansion Holy Land, and the successor of the future Holy Lord, the Purple Mansion Holy Son has unimaginable privileges, and any handwritten oracle is a lie, he had seen the scene of the Purple Mansion Holy Son entering the Xuanjie as early as a month ago, and he didn't use his handwritten oracle at all, the old man guarding the boundary gate had already opened the Xuanjie Gate.

This is Yang Tian's only chance.

Even if there is a good chance of failure, Yang Tian also intends to give it a go, as long as he can appear in the form of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, give the old man who guards the boundary gate a little bit of weakness, and open the gate of the Xuan Realm, then he will have unlimited opportunities!

But in an instant, Yang Tian had already come to the cave on the east side, he held his head high, strode forward, and deliberately shot out two purple lights from his eyes, invisibly giving people a shocking aura.

"Greetings to the Holy Son, it's so late, do you still want to go to the Xuan Realm?" a gray figure stepped out of the night, it was the old man guarding the realm.

"Hmm. Yang Tian nodded slightly, and did not say much, in fact, this is the consistent attitude of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, otherwise he would not dare to try it easily.

The old man guarding the boundary gate didn't say much, spread out his big hand, and the power of a star condensed in his hand, directly into the bottomless cave, and was slowly opening the gate of the Xuan Realm.

Yang Tian was silent on the surface, but in fact, he had already revealed a different color in his heart, the strength of the old man in front of him was very extraordinary, he should be around the third or fourth heaven of the dragon, and he was a peerless master!

But at this moment, there was a sudden change, the old man seemed to feel something in an instant, Huo Ran raised his head, two essences shot out of his eyes, directly peeped at Yang Tian, and approached: "You are not the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion!"

Yang Tian's heart sank, and without saying a word, his body flew back, and at the same time, he sprinkled a large array prepared in advance between his hands, and several runes lingered in the air, flying towards the old man's body!

I have to say that Yang Tian's speed was too fast, and as soon as the old man was about to burst out, the runes had already been set, and the big array was opened, instantly freezing the old man in the air, unable to move!

"It's ...... Trapped in a formation!" The old man guarding the boundary gate was extremely shocked, his face was tense, his eyes were fixed on Yang Tian, and he asked, "Who are you, what are you doing in my Purple Mansion Holy Land?"

"Hmph, old fellow, you just stay for me obediently!" Yang Tian sneered, the trapped array not only sealed his movements, but also sealed all his breath, no matter what magical powers he had, he didn't say a word, and stepped directly into the Xuan Realm, and disappeared in an instant.

It's a strange space, as if you're spanning from one world to another. The first time Yang Tian entered the Xuan Realm, he only felt a brief dizziness in his head, but he quickly recovered.

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery in front of me had changed, and a large number of ancient houses were mixed and scattered in front of me, and when I looked up, it was still the night sky, but the bright moon was exceptionally bright.

"Is this the Xuan Realm?" Yang Tian sighed slightly, and had to sigh at the miracle of the creator of nature, I really don't know how this sky was separated, it was no different from the world in the outside world.

With so many houses in front of him, there is no need to think about it, Yang Tian also knows that this must be the heritage of the Purple Mansion Holy Land for thousands of years, and this is the real base camp of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Of course, these are not the most important, the most important thing is that at this moment, Yang Tian clearly felt the memory in his mind, and the light blue light of the seven star fragments suddenly brightened!

"Seven Star Fragments, right here!"

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