Leaving or not leaving also tormented Qi Mei and the four fellow disciples, and in the end they chose to continue to stay in the Tianmu Domain, they wanted to see the former residence of the Shepherd, and wanted to explore the secrets of the former residence of the Shepherd.

Bai Yan led Qi Mei, and the four disciples walked in the labyrinth, and they saw the scene of flat land turning into pavilions, pavilions turning into flat land, flat land turning into abyss, and abyss turning into flat land, and they had a full understanding of the danger of the labyrinth.

"The monk who can get out of the labyrinth alive will not be afraid of anything in the future, and he will not be alarmed. A fellow doorman jokingly said.

"Walking through the maze, I found that my understanding of the formation was much more comprehensive. Before, I had gone through the Wind Formation, the Fire Formation, and the Yuan Sword Formation, which made me realize a formation. Another fellow said happily.

Bai Yan raised his head at this time, looked at the sky, and said to himself: "A dark cloud has appeared above the labyrinth, and it is estimated that there will be a rain." ”

"A rain?" Qi eyebrows changed, she raised her head and looked at the dark sky, frowned, and said: "According to historical records, Musheng is good at a rain diversion technique, which can attract poisonous rain on the sky. ”

"Poisonous rain?" Bai Yan didn't show the slightest hint of concern, but instead looked a little excited.

The monks in the labyrinth all saw the dark clouds above the labyrinth, and thought of a legend of the shepherd, and they all changed color.

There are ways to avoid the poisonous rain, as long as the monks hide in the pavilion to avoid the rain, the poisonous rain caused by the shepherd will not enter the pavilion, but the monks enter the pavilion is more dangerous, maybe they will enter some kind of trap.

There were twice as many monks who died in the pavilion in the labyrinth as there were outside the pavilion, and the monks were wary and preferred to stay outside the pavilion rather than enter the pavilion.

Scold!

Scold!

The monks sacrificed their spirit swords one after another, and they selected ten spirit swords in the sword field, even if one or two were corroded by the poisonous rain, they would not feel distressed.

Can the Spirit Sword withstand the poisonous rain?

How can the Shepherd Rain Diversion Technique be so easy to crack!

The clouds covered the sky, and even the labyrinth became gloomy.

Syllable!

The first drop of rain fell.

Raindrops pierced a monk's spirit sword and landed on the monk's head.

"Ahh

The monk let out a terrible scream, and in an instant his whole body turned green, and gradually, his flesh, bones, and soul were poisoned and corroded into ashes.

The tragic experience of that monk fully shows that the spirit sword cannot stop the poisonous rain.

The monks put away their spirit swords one after another, some chose to rush into the pavilion, some chose to use the teleportation talisman to be teleported out of the Heavenly Pasture Domain, and some chose to rush forward to find an opportunity.

Bai Yan closed his eyes, at this moment he led Qi Mei, the four disciples were standing at the top of a pavilion, just now his feet were still flat, just an instant, the flat ground has become the top of the pavilion.

The rain on the sky paused, and thousands of raindrops hung on the sky, and the scene was magnificent.

"The rain has stopped?" the monks looked up at the sky and saw an amazing scene.

"Who made thousands of raindrops hang in the sky and not fall?"

"Could it be that a true pill powerhouse like Shi Lao or Yao Lao has performed some kind of mysterious technique that makes the raindrops hang in the sky?"

Just as the monks were speculating, the corners of Bai Yan's mouth twitched, and his shattered sea of consciousness had recovered somewhat, and wisps of divine consciousness shot out of the sea of consciousness and injected them into the thousands of raindrops suspended in the sky.

Syllable!

A drop of rain falls!

The monks were shocked, and they guessed that the monk was too exhausted to keep the raindrops suspended in the sky.

The raindrop did not fall on the monk's head, but on the top of a pavilion.

The raindrop pierced through the top of the pavilion, pierced through the planks of the pavilion, and fell towards the pavilion below.

The monks' senses swept through that scene, and what jumped into their minds was the phrase that the raindrops pierced through the stone.

Raindrops wear it!

Bang Bang Bang!

The rain is falling!

All the raindrops hit the pavilions, pierced the roofs of the pavilions, pierced the beams of the pavilions, and pierced the layers of wooden planks of the pavilions.

Rumble!

A pavilion collapsed and was reduced to ruins.

Immediately afterwards, the pavilions collapsed, and the entire labyrinth became a huge ruin after a stick of incense.

Only then did the monks suddenly realize that there were monks who performed exercises to control the poisonous rain above the labyrinth, and attacked the pavilion of the labyrinth with the rain, breaking the labyrinth.

Instead, a puzzle plagued the monks, what was the sacredness that could control the Nine Heavens of Poisonous Rain that the Shepherd had used to lead the rain channeling technique, and who could do it that even a human-level monk might not be able to do? Shi Lao, Yao Lao, or some Zhendan monk hidden in the group of monks?

The monks became more and more curious about the mysterious monk, and they all guessed who the monk was.

Even the pavilion under his feet turned into ruins, and Bai Yan swept to a flat ground, and with him fell Qi Mei, four of the same door.

Qi Mei and the four fellow disciples were still in confusion now, they didn't know what was going on, and it was impossible for them to associate the matter of the pavilion turning into ruins in an instant with Bai Yan.

The maze is broken, inexplicably broken!

The cheers of the monks shook the sky.

They were already desperate to enter the Pastoral Residence, but they did not expect a miracle to happen, and they could enter the Pastoral Residence without much effort.

The monks looked up and saw an ordinary little city, in which there was not a single two-story pavilion, but a one-story house.

The houses are like Taoist temples, lined up one after another, and they are well located.

Pastoral worship of the Tao, which is recorded in the classics of the major sects.

It is very normal for the pastor to worship the Tao and build his former residence into a Taoist temple.

While!

As the saying goes, the morning bell is the twilight drum, but when the bell rings, it is not the sound of the morning bell striking, but like the sound of the twilight bell striking.

The twilight bell rings.

The monks seemed to have been transported into ancient times, as if an old man was sitting under an ancient tree, facing the sunset, waiting for the last moment of his life.

The house may be the place where the saint lived during the last period of his life, or it may be his tomb.

The saint has a long life, but he cannot live with the sun and the moon, and there is a moment when his life is about to end, and the saint will sigh at the ruthlessness of the years like mortals, and the saint also wants to live a little longer and take a look at the world.

The twilight bell stopped, and the monks woke up from their dreams.

The monks swept into the small city, passing among the ancient buildings, searching for treasures and looking for the former residence of the shepherd.

A Zhendan monk was walking down the wide street, the street was silent, he could hear his heartbeat, and he walked step by step towards a Taoist temple in front of him.

Syllable!

A soft bang!

Someone patted the Zhendan monk on the shoulder, and the Zhendan monk was suddenly shocked, he was acting alone, how could someone pat him on the shoulder, he couldn't help but turn around and saw a kind old man in ancient clothes.

Because of that look!

The True Dan monk saw the passage of time, as if he had returned to those ancient years, and gradually, he turned into a dry bone, decaying into ashes.

The monks in the distance were shocked when they saw this scene, and they remembered a legend that there were some ancient souls in the former residence of the shepherd who could take away the longevity of the monks, and the monks who entered the former residence of the shepherd should not look back, as soon as they turned back, they would turn into ashes.

Some of the monks knew about the legend of the Pastoral House, and even if someone tapped them on the shoulder, they still walked forward and vowed not to look back.

Bai Yan didn't know this legend of the former residence of the shepherd, he didn't see the scene where the True Dan monk turned back and turned into ashes, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, he thought it was Qi Mei, and turned his head to look.

"Bai Yan, don't look back!" Qi Mei knew the legend of the former residence of the shepherd, she thought that Bai Yan knew, so she didn't remind her, and when she saw Bai Yan turn her head, her face turned pale, and she shouted loudly.

It's a pity it's late!

Bai Yan looked back and saw a charitable old man, the old man smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Ahh

It was not Bai Yan who screamed, but the old man in ancient clothes, he looked at Bai Yan, as if he had seen something terrifying, and hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated, the horror on his face was very strong.

Bai Yan saw the ancients in ancient costumes one by one, and those ancients also saw Bai Yan, and those ancients showed fear when they saw Bai Yan, and immediately fled into the distance, as far away as possible.

Bai Yan scratched his head suspiciously, he really wanted to talk to the ancients, because the purpose of his entry into the former residence of the pastor was to meet the ancients and talk to the ancients across time and space.

Qi Mei and the four fellow disciples were even more dumbfounded, they couldn't imagine what happened to Bai Yan.

"Bai Yan, have you turned your head and seen the souls of the ancients?" Qi Mei asked.

Bai Yan responded: "I have seen a lot of ancients. ”

Qi Mei and the four fellow disciples showed speechless expressions.

"Shhhhh

Bai Yan closed his mouth and looked at the ancient.

"Come with me!" The words of the ancients appeared directly in Bai Yan's sea of knowledge.

Bai Yan only felt that a hot spring poured into the sea of knowledge, and the broken sea of knowledge instantly recovered as before, and the divine sense was even more vast than before.

One word can restore the shattered sea of consciousness to its original state, this is something that can only be done by a person at the level of the Dao Realm, even a real person can't do it, could it be that the ancients who wore the jade crown on their heads were once a Dao Realm powerhouse?

Bai Yan's eyes lit up, he felt very interesting, he met the soul of an ancient man who asked the Taoist realm in the former residence of the shepherd, he didn't know what adventures he had, he pondered for a moment, followed the soul of the ancient man wearing a jade crown swept away, followed the soul of the ancient man through the Taoist temple, and walked through the former residence of the shepherd.