Although the Eight Formations are the Twelve Districts, there is no trace of the Eight Formations in the Twelve Peaks of Dingjun Mountain, where Wuhou exercised troops during his lifetime.

To the southwest of the Twelve Peaks, the mountain becomes tall.

Behind Bijia Mountain, in a quiet valley, a sword rainbow was like a meteor across the dark night sky, and in an instant, a gray figure fell on a bluestone in the valley.

Next to a huge tree on the mountainside, a voice seemed to come from a mossy rock: "Are you coming?"

Suddenly, a blue light shot out from the forest, and the blue light instantly covered the gray-clothed man on the bluestone.

"Sancai Lihuojian!" The man in gray exclaimed, "You are from Changjiahe?"

"Dao friendly insight-" The words fell, and the three old men appeared, and the old man who led the practice said: "My person is Chang Qianli, and the other two are my clan brothers Chang Qianxun and Chang Qianli, and they haven't asked for the name of the Taoist friend yet!"

"Fellow Daoist, you Chang Jiahe are going back more and more, don't you know that the strength of the immortal cultivation realm is respected? Seeing that the deity has even lost the number of etiquette?" The gray-clothed man waited to see the cultivation of the three of them clearly, and his face became relaxed: "I don't understand, you Chang Jiahe has been a family heirloom in Bancheng for two thousand years, and you didn't come to explore this secret, but why did you wait until today?"

"Fellow Daoist is so bold, so I'll tell you-" Chang Qianli smiled and said, "We are not here today for today, but our Chang family records that Wuhou has been handed down for 1,800 years, so it can be inferred that there must be some secret that will appear in the world in recent years...... As for other places, we can't do anything, but if there is a legacy left by Wuhou in Bancheng, of course our Chang family can't bear it! Therefore, the three of us have been guarding this place, and sure enough, hehehe!"

"It's a pity that although you have a good idea, you met me!" the man in gray shook his head, pretending to sigh.

"Daoist friends may not have seen the situation clearly, although your cultivation is higher than the three of us brothers, but the three of us join forces, plus my Changyang Guan's three talents from the fire jian-" Chang Qianli still smiled and said: "I think that Daoist friends are advanced in cultivation, and it is not easy to think that you can have today, it is better to hand over the array cards you got, and we can let you leave by yourself." ”

"Hahaha-" The gray-clothed man laughed loudly and said, "Even with the three of you old fellows of the ninth layer of Qi refining, you dare to talk so loudly in front of me! You are not worthy to ask my name, dare to calculate on my head, tonight and this place is the place where your bones are buried!"

The three elders of the Chang family all showed annoyance on their faces, and then Chang Qianli shouted softly: "Do it!"

Suddenly, the three elders of the Chang family held swords, each guarding a direction, and the round Gu Jian was sacrificed to the top of the gray-clothed man's head by the three of them with true qi, and then, the blue light in the Jian was sheng.

The gray-clothed man in the blue light began to have a solemn look, and these three talents were indeed worthy of the name of Huojian, and in his judgment, at least there was a level of medium-grade magic weapons...... Gradually, the flying sword actually had the feeling of being out of his control, and when he was young, the true element of the body protection began to pass in the blue light.

The man in gray didn't dare to underestimate it anymore, and with a dip in his hand, a tiger-headed golden short spear appeared in his hand, and he stabbed the short spear into the middle of the blue light, and a killing intent rushed out.

"Bang-" The blue light dissipated, and Sancai had become a piece of scrap metal from Huojian. Accompanied by that shattering sound, it was the bright red spewed out by the three elders of the Chang family looking up to the sky......

"Spirit weapon-!" Chang Qianli was shocked and asked in shock, "Who are you?"

"Hmph, I don't even recognize my tiger-headed killing gun-" The man in gray said coldly: "Let you die clearly, Sima family, Sima shocking!"

"Sima Family, Jin Dynasty Imperial Family-"

Chang Qianli's voice stopped abruptly, the gap between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period was too big, and it was by no means a superposition of quantities that could be compared. Under Sima's shocking tiger head gun, the three elders of the Chang family were killed without even having the strength to resist, and when he probed again, a jade plate flew out of Chang Qianli's body...... Immediately after, everything turned into flying ashes......

"A few ants, I don't know anything, and I dare to plot what my Sima family wants! And these twelve array cards, seven have already been obtained, Wuhou, your secret can't be hidden!" Sima shook his head, put away the tiger head gun, held his breath and felt for a while, paused slightly, flew up again, and made a big circle around the valley, only then stopped outside a rock crawling with some ferns.

When he was young, he sat cross-legged in front of the mountain rock, seven irregularly shaped jade plaques suspended in front of his chest, and he was engrossed in them......

Chance, for immortal cultivators, the importance is self-evident. The man in gray didn't find out before, which also made Chen Muyan feel a little more lucky.

After all, he couldn't escape the thirst for opportunity, and after sneaking for hundreds of miles overnight, the dawn of Dingjun Mountain appeared, and Chen Muyan rushed outside the Twelve Peaks. The temple of the sage, built quite imposingly, looked at it from afar in the forest for a while, and he did not hesitate to run to Bijia Mountain.

......

"Boom-"

There was a muffled sound, like thunder on the ground!

Eight Formations?

In the valley, the gray-clothed people sitting cross-legged were overjoyed, and sure enough, Tianyan and Tianji have the same origin!

A mysterious pattern gradually spread from Sima Tiantian's chest to the rock wall, and in a few moments, a hole with flickering runes appeared out of thin air - the array gate!

"Huh!"

With a light sigh, he disappeared into the mountains and forests as if he had never appeared.

"Array Protector?" Sima Ao, who was about to step into the formation gate, was overjoyed - sure enough, there was a Array Protector! It seems that Wuhou's treasure is indeed here!

"The Sima family is really talented, and half of the Heavenly Machine Technique inheritance can crack this array, hey!"

"The seniors are bad, I can break this array, first, because our Sima family has a three-thousand-year inheritance, and second, this array is dead, and the younger generation is alive-" Sima Jingtian seemed to have just sobered up: "Since the seniors know the origin of my Sima family and Wuhou, do you think they should stop the juniors?"

"Hahaha-" The voice suddenly became sad: "What a Sima family! The prime minister hated to break off your bloodline when he was alive, how could he let you steal the opportunity?"

"What? More than 1,000 years have passed since the events of that year, the ancestors of my Sima family admired Wuhou, and placed a Wuhou tablet in the ancestral hall, so that the descendants could worship the incense all year round, and there was no disrespect for Wuhou, and now my clan has no intention of the world, just to repair the ancestral inheritance, why are the predecessors obsessed with this?"

"Yes......" For a long time, the protector should have been thinking about it......

"That's it, take it yourself, and your clan will not disturb the peace of the prime minister in the future." There was a deep tiredness in the Protector's voice.

"Thank you seniors for your success!" Sima was overjoyed, and he jumped into the formation gate......

In the mountains and forests, Chen Muyan was disappointed, the inheritance of 1,800 years ago - at this time, he did not dare to be careless, from the caution of the gray-clothed man, it can be imagined that the cultivation of the protector is more profound...... Seeing the man in gray stepping into the formation gate, he was powerless to compete with it......

After a while, the gray-clothed man jumped out of the formation gate, landed on the ground and gave a salute, then stepped on the flying sword and disappeared, leaving only silence.

"Why don't you come and thank you for saving your life?"

Chen Muyan was about to leave, the voice suddenly came out again, but there was no hostility in the words, before he could think deeply, under a huge tree not far away, there was a loud bang, several stones flew, followed by an old man with a withered appearance.

Chen Muyan didn't feel it, but he had no luck to escape, so he could only walk up to the old man, clasp his fists and said, "Dare to ask who the predecessor is?"

"The old man's surname is Lu!" The old man's smile gradually became deeper and nervous as he looked at Chen Muyan's face fixedly, he reached out and took out a piece of silk silk and said, "Let's not talk about the old man, you take a look at this first!"

Chen Muyan was dazed and turned out to be silky, but when he opened it, it was suddenly discolored-

"I've really waited-" The momentary gaffe entered the eyes of the protectors, and what followed was a sense of relief and relief......