Just as the woman was telling them about the Seven Nights, how the Jing'an Daoist had fallen from a genius to a crazy old man.

Jing'an Daoren, who was originally asleep on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

Fuxue, who was the closest to him, was the first to react, and was about to press him down to prevent the old man from doing anything to harm himself.

"Who are you. Who are you?" Jing'an Daoist turned over lightly, letting go of the hand that Fuxue had grabbed, but he looked at Qiye and the others with a suspicious expression, and said, "Xiao Xiao, you brought a stranger here again?"

Xiao Xiao is naturally what Jing'an Daoist calls this middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman shook her hand and said, "I didn't bring them, they came to ......"

I just said that the Jing'an Taoist suffers from deep depression because of the formation, and the depression is sometimes crazy and sometimes sober, and when he is crazy, he will harm himself.

At this time, he asked her to explain, saying that they came with a remnant formation in the seventh night, and they couldn't say anything. What if the Jingan Taoist who has just stabilized relapses again?

"For the formation. On the ugly face of the Jing'an Taoist, a pair of eyes were clear and bright, as if they could peek through the stars.

The Jing'an Taoist in the sober state, as a genius who can comprehend the formation of the world, his own wisdom is needless to say.

"Come with me. The Jing'an Taoist also ignored the woman who was talking and stopped talking, and sat up from the bed, because this action caused the wound he had just bandaged to open again, and stain the gauze red.

But there was not the slightest change in the face of Jing'an Daoren.

As if he didn't feel the pain at all, he walked straight to the backyard.

They looked at each other in the seventh night, they didn't expect that Jing'an Daoist would agree so readily, and they were worried about his condition, and they didn't know how to choose for a while.

"Since he has answered, go ahead. If he didn't, he would have been angry with his temperament. The woman persuaded, she didn't say what would become of the angry Jing'an Taoist, and Nanaya and the others didn't want to speculate.

In short, it should be much different from the crazy Jingan Taoist.

A group of people left the house and followed Jing'an Taoist to the backyard, where many flowers were planted, but the species was slightly single.

"Roses soothe nerves, and the woman thought that by doing so, she would be able to suppress my condition. It's naïve. ”

It seemed to be explaining to them why the roses in the backyard were planted, and as if they just wanted to say a word, after saying this, the Jing'an Taoist didn't say anything more, but picked a few rose petals casually and crushed them into the teapot in the pavilion.

Stirred, poured a cup alone, Jingan Taoist did not drink, and put it on the edge of the seat opposite.

"Among all of you, who can make up your mind, sit down. He gestured to the opposite spot in front of him.

Qiye didn't care, he made a gesture with the Jingan Taoist, sat down and picked up the cup of still warm tea, and took a small sip.

"How does it taste. ”

"The fragrance of roses, the entrance is rich, just picked, the petals can be chewed, refreshing, the mind is light and relaxed. Qiye put down the teacup in his hand, this cup of "special" concocted tea, although he didn't understand the meaning of Jing'an Taoist, he still answered truthfully.

"I didn't ask what the tea tasted like. Jing'an Taoist shook his head, "What I asked is this pavilion, this, and this teacup, is there a taste of déjà vu." ”

Qiye frowned and said confusedly, "I don't understand, master, what you mean." ”

"When people go to tea and cool, when the magician leaves the world, the cup of tea that is still warm does not have many feelings from you. ”

As soon as the Jingan Taoist opened his mouth and said the name of the demon master Yixiang, he felt that the seven nights on the other side seemed to be a different person, like a violent beast that had awakened, exuding a rich evil aura.

He shook his head, dipped his finger in a drop of water, and spent a complex array on the table.

After the formation was drawn, it lit up by itself without the operation of the Jingan Daoist, and played back the scenes of the death of the magician Yi Xiang like a shadow stone.

"If you can't give a reasonable explanation, I'd like to deal with it my way. After watching it for seven nights, my mood became colder and colder.

At that time, he chose to leave two cups of tea, and Sanxue and them stayed away from the Guanyuan, because the autumn mood in the Guanyuan was too bleak, and because he didn't want to see it, he didn't want to see the scene when the magician died, and Qiye thought that he would never see it.

However, the Jing'an Taoist used a drop of water and a reflection to play back the picture at that time.

No matter what the purpose, the death of the demon master Yi Xiang has always been a taboo in Qiya's heart, so he said in a calm tone.

"A drop of water can present heaven and earth and communicate with the past, as a person who has inherited the origin law chosen by the Heavenly Dao, why can't he even look down on the most basic life and death?"

Jing'an Daoist looked at Qiye for a long time, his eyes were full of wisdom, as a genius who penetrated the formation path, the formation could be used to do many things. For example, to communicate the past and the present, such as killing and stopping.

The more the formation path is studied, the more the Jing'an Dao people feel that there is an inexplicable relationship between the formation path and the heavenly path.

It's just that this kind of relationship is very weak, and it is a bit far-fetched, and it can barely be explained, but I am afraid that no one will believe it.

"You know so much about formations, and you are so familiar with the way of heaven, why don't you help humans, help me, and fight against the starry sky?" Nanaya asked with a frown.

Jing'an Daoist glanced at Qiye as if he was amused, and then the light of the formation lit up again in his hand, and a few drops of falling water condensed at his fingertips, turning into a sharp and sharp ice blade.

He looked at Nanaya with a smile, then slowly pierced the ice blade through his palm and nailed it firmly to the table.

"Do you think that in my current state, if I go to help you fight against the starry sky, I am sure that I will not be injured by mistake?"

Jing'an Daoist said, and slowly pulled out the ice blade from the back of his piercing hand, and the originally transparent ice blade had been stained with blood.

"You're relapsing again, I'm going to call someone. As soon as Qiye saw the Jing'an Daoist like this, the evil aura that originally permeated his body disappeared, because compared to the Jing'an Daoist, his own pain was really nothing.

A Formation Dao monk who was driven crazy by the formation was even more tragic than letting him die.

"No need, sober or not, what difference does it make to me?" said Jing'an Daoist stopped Qiye's movements.

"You see, I'm hurting myself more easily now than I was when I wasn't awake, didn't I?"

Qiye was silent, indeed as the Jing'an Taoist said, but what he didn't expect was that the Jing'an Taoist would be well-behaved and self-harming, and he still had that calm face.

There's so much to tell in this.

The woman did not explain all the things to the Seven Nights, and the Jingan Taoist was not prepared to tell them.

So, he changed the subject and said, "So, when you come to me this time, aren't you going to take out the formation diagram?"

So, Qiye Yiyan took out the formation diagram, he didn't say anything, and the Jing'an Daoist didn't say anything, both of them fell silent, and the atmosphere under the backyard pavilion was quiet, until the Jing'an Daoist raised his head again.

It's a pair of bloodshot eyes.

When he saw these eyes, Qiye really understood why the Jingan Dao people were driven crazy by the array path.

He was too paranoid and too persistent. If Zhao Shufang couldn't understand such a remnant formation, he would choose to stop in moderation.

"If the Jing'an Taoist can't see it......" Qiye saw the eyes of the Jing'an Taoist, he was deeply worried that the Jing'an Taoist would go crazy again, he could not care, but there was still a woman in the small courtyard who cared about him.

You can't let a person fall into pain because of personal matters.

There are many ways to break the remnants, and this is not the only one.

"No, I understand. The hoarse voice of the Jingan Taoist came out of his throat, dry as a pinprick.

"This remnant array is a kind of array that has been handed down from ancient times and has long disappeared from the world of human monks. I originally thought that I would never see this kind of formation that did not belong to humans, but it appeared!"

"Not of humanity?" "Seven Nights couldn't help but ask, what does it mean not to belong to humans.

"It doesn't belong to human beings, it doesn't belong to demon cultivators, it doesn't belong to the starry sky. It has an owner, the Yellow Springs of the River Styx. The Yellow Springs of Styx has a master, the will to die!"

The names of the Jing'an Daoist one after another made everyone's hearts feel as if they had been hit by a giant hammer, how could they have thought that this remnant array was finally linked to the will to die?

"What about its function? This formation, it should have its effect, right?"

Just as Qiye was immersed in the name of Will to Death, Zhao Shufang, who couldn't wait, had already asked first.

He didn't know the will to die, nor did he know the Yellow Spring of the River Styx, he was just a formation cultivator who studied the formation path, and he only cared about the formation - the formation.

"Function? Do you say it, this formation, the only function, is to use the power of the passage of time to temper the white bones placed in the array, and then become a weapon under the command of the will of death, crazy killing. ”

The bloodshot eyes of the Jingan Daoist had begun to become more and more cloudy at this time.

Qiye saw that there was even a trace of black gas behind him, ethereal outline of the phantom of a black-robed man.

"I've said enough. I've been awake for a long time. Stun me out and don't come back to me. "Jing'an Daoist, with a look that has seen through everything, looks at the Seven Nights Dao.

This was also the only request he had made in exchange for answering Seven Nights' questions.

Then, Nanaya knocked him unconscious with his own hands.

Sure enough, after the Jing'an Daoist fell into a coma, the black qi that had originally diffused behind him also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Qiye seems to understand the reason why the Jing'an Taoist people are always confused and crazy.