Soon after Zhou Cheng hurriedly left Qingshan, the figure of Martial Elder Fang Yan appeared at the foot of the mountain, and all the other sect elders gathered in the sect, but he left the Cangyun Sect.

At the foot of the mountain, Elder Wu was like a walker, and whenever he walked in a specific direction, a mysterious spiritual power fluctuation would emanate from the big trees or rocks around him, and the terrifying magic circle hidden around the green mountain was finally gradually opened......

"Enemy attack?" In the passage on the side of the mountain, Jiang Dachuan scratched his head and said to himself in confusion: "Who has no eyes so much, come to Cangyun Sect to spread wild, eat enough, it's better to destroy the Refining Palace, I don't have to suffer." ”

While muttering, Jiang Dachuan walked to the depths of the passage, and out of boredom, he casually opened the wooden box he was holding, wanting to see what was so wonderful about the chalcedony, so the chalcedony in the box had just touched the air, and it jumped out like an elf, rolling towards the depths of the passage, and the speed was extremely fast.

"You can really run!"

Jiang Dachuan was dumbfounded at this time, and chased after him, and it didn't take long to catch up to the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage that connects the depths of the mountain, there is a huge cave, and the cave is surrounded by all kinds of magic weapons, there are thousands of them, the sword is cold, and there are some huge flying magic weapons and puppet dummies.

In the center of the cave, a raging sea of fire was imprisoned by some strange formation, forming the outline of a pillar of fire, and near the pillar of fire, a tall old man with long gray hair was concentrating on refining something, and his mouth was muttering like an idiot from time to time.

"There are still three materials left, and this Wind Thunder Wing will be successful...... Lingbao. I must refine a true spiritual treasure......"

The old man's eyes were a little dilated, but there was a kind of crazy paranoia in his pupils. As if in a strange and dangerous state, he played a decisive hand. Some trembled slightly, and even the outsiders who rolled a piece of chalcedony behind them and rushed into the cave were unaware.

If Bai Yi was here at this time, he could see that the state of this Cangyun Ancestor was actually in an extremely dangerous situation.

It was a kind of collapse in the state of mind, a kind of mood rift that was triggered by obsession and accumulated over the years!

Qingzhou Instrument Sage, who has been obsessed with the refining method of Lingbao and has specialized in refining weapons for thousands of years, has unknowingly entered a dead end, if Wu Cheng is allowed to continue refining. His state of mind will be completely immersed in obsession, and he will no longer be able to extricate himself.

The collapse of the state of mind is no less than the breaking of the meridians for a cultivator, it is a terrifying injury that is extremely difficult to recover, and the current Cangyun Ancestor is in this kind of desperate danger, and he himself is not aware of it at all.

"I'll let you run!"

Jiang Dachuan, who was chasing chalcedony all the way, was finally blown up by anger and tortured by the refining elder for fifty years. He had had enough, but he didn't expect a small piece of chalcedony to be able to play tricks on himself, so Jiang Dachuan, who was furious, rushed out desperately. This time, the chalcedony was not caught, but it knocked Cangyun Ancestor directly into the fire vein.

A scorched smell came from the pillar of fire in front of him, and Jiang Dachuan, who had already frightened numb claws. Glaring at him, he trembled and said to himself, "Oops, noos." Whoever is pushed into the fire pit can't be the ancestor, right......"

Whew. In the veins of the fire, Cangyun Ancestor, whose eyebrows were burned, rushed out in rags, covered in black smoke, and happened to come face to face with Jiang Dachuan, and the two stared at each other for a long time, so there was a roar and begging for mercy in the cave at the same time.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Ancestor spares my life! I didn't mean to!"

Jiang Dachuan's cultivation talent was too poor, but he didn't miss half a minute of the opportunity to escape, but in a panic, he almost hit the wall, and looked back at the crazy Cangyun Ancestor, Jiang Dachuan didn't care about anything else, and crashed headlong into the stone wall in front of him.

"I'll escape!"

Half a bottle of Tu Dun, this time it was a good performance, with the help of the method of Tu Dun, Jiang Dachuan escaped directly from the mountain, but he was too lazy over the years, and Tu Dun also learned a lot, and when he almost escaped out of the mountain range, he was stuck in a stone outside the mountain.

The chasing Cangyun Ancestor kicked the stone that was stuck in Jiang Dachuan and flew out, and before the coercion of Wu Cheng's peak was completely dispersed, the entire Qingshan was already shrouded in layers of formation aura, and the figure of Cangyun Ancestor who could leave the mountain was completely caught in it with the sudden appearance of the big array.

"Top 10 Battles!"

Wu Cheng, who was trapped in the formation, finally woke up from the obsession of refining weapons.

Under the spiritual sense perception of the peak of the gods, Wu Cheng found that he was actually trapped by the three ancient ten peerless formations at the same time, and the tattered Dao robe was restored to intact in an instant, this Cangyun Ancestor slowly raised his head, under the long gray hair fluttering, the sloppiness in his eyes had disappeared, and at this time it had completely become clear and cold, he had already sensed that there were seven large arrays around, and the two hundred and five disciples who had chased the chalcedony before actually let him inadvertently avoid the four large arrays, and only three of them trapped him at this time.

At the same moment, as soon as the seven huge formations that had been prepared for more than a hundred years were opened, Fang Yan found that a stone had collapsed and flew out from the mountain, followed by the appearance of Cangyun Ancestor without warning, and he actually crossed the four large formations.

One hundred and fifty years of waiting, the ink artist who used all kinds of means had never forced Cangyun Ancestor out of Qingshan, but at this time, the Qingzhou Instrument Saint, who had been in retreat for thousands of years, actually left the cave so suddenly, if it wasn't for Fang Yan's extremely fast speed of opening the big array, maybe these seven magic arrays would have become decorations.

In the midst of the surprise, the head of the three absolute from the White Bone Hall tried his best to urge the last three great arrays, and the Cangyun Ancestor in the array also showed his own means, and for a while, the entire green mountain roared, and the spiritual power was monstrous!

Qingshan's strangeness, Cangyun Sect was no longer noticed, because of the sudden attack of the strong enemy, the Cangyun Sect was caught off guard, and the mountain protection array was broken by others almost without a sound, and then there was an incomparably chaotic battle.

At the same time that the people in the White Bone Hall attacked the Cangyun Sect, no one noticed that a young man dressed in black with a cold face was standing quietly in a hut belonging to the Deacon Hall.

The hut belonged to the miscellaneous servants.

There are not many miscellaneous servants in the Cangyun Sect, so this house has been empty, it has been empty for a long time, and many years ago, the person who lived here was a mortal girl named Tong Ling.

Bai Yi had just arrived in Cangyun, and his appearance was not himself, nor Jiang Dachuan, but a strange appearance.

The owner of this grim face has completely dissipated between heaven and earth, and no one recognizes it.

That's the face of the clouds, the appearance of the clouds!

Returning to Cangyun this time, in addition to dealing with the ink guest, Bai Yi will also leave a legacy for his old friend, and the rune sword should also be left to the heir designated by Yunkong.

Outside the window, countless spiritual powers fluctuated and fluctuated, and the shouts of killing seemed to be far and near, and the flames of war had been completely ignited.

In the room, a cold young man, dressed in black, looked extremely cold, and when Bai Yi was about to leave, a small figure had already pushed the door in a panic and rushed in. (To be continued.) )