Despite the results, the fake operator still felt that something was wrong and did not approach Ao Zhu rashly. He instinctively reminded him to leave immediately. However, Ao Zhu was helping him with something at this time. If he left like this, he would be burdened with greater consequences.
"Ao Zhu Dragon King, are you okay?"
Ao Zhu gritted his teeth. He was trying his best to resist the pain of brain tear. How could he just give up?
"You first exit the Baili Bu Hidden Formation, and I'll call you back."
The fake operator glanced at the half-dead little snake and turned away without hesitation. As soon as he laid out the formation with the formation diagram, he noticed a riot in the formation.
The real dragon appeared, and the silver light suddenly startled him. The terrifying chewing sounds and roars in the mountains and forests were all hidden in the formation and never came out.
"No matter what it is, it is a wishful thinking to dominate my thoughts!"
Su Qi, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly frowned, why was the Blood Abyss so active?
"Chen Fan, do you still have the Blood Replenishing Pill?"
"Yes, yes."
Pseudo Operator had every thought in place. Since the clone was acting together with Mo Zhu, it could easily be sacrificed, so he spent a lot of money to purchase a batch of top-quality blood-enhancing pills to ensure that the clone was safe.
It's a pity that these magic pills are all cheaper than Su Qi's.
Chen Fan took out a top-quality blood-enhancing magic pill, and Su Qi took it without any hesitation. With the blessing of rich blood energy, the swallowing of the blood abyss would not affect Su Qi for the time being.
Just at this time, Qing Han, who went to the treasure house to look for formation materials, came back.
"Senior, what you want."
Qing Han's face was full of excitement. Sage Su Xian was so clever. If he hadn't happened to rush to Qingyou Treasure House, he might not have been able to stop the gang of gangsters from the Chang Wang faction.
Originally, he had doubts about the rebellion of the Changwang Sect. After all, the operation of the entire Qingyou Sword Sect relied on the Changwang Sect, but now he saw with his own eyes that Junior Brother Qinghai of the Changwang Sect led his true disciple Yafang to loot the treasure house, almost destroying the Qingyou Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect’s heritage was wiped out.
"Senior Brother Qinghan, where are you going?"
Su Qi received the materials for the reverse causality Yin Formation and was a little surprised to find Qinghan walking out of the square.
"Senior, I am going to deal with some people. I am not in front of you because I am afraid of dirtying your eyes."
The Qingyou Sword Sect established by Saint Su Xian and Qingyou Sword Emperor cannot be destroyed by these disgusting moths. Although Qinghan is obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, he still knows that a man does something and something he doesn't do. Since they have crossed the red line, then
He should be judged!
Watching Qing Han go away, Su Qi skillfully arranged the formation. He had already completed the prototype of the formation before, and now he only needed to fill in the materials.
"The cicadas are still chirping at night and suddenly stop. The search for the cause is elusive. If you don't rely on the time, there will be no chance of recovery. It is said that cause and effect reverse the universe."
The formation is formed!
The reversal of cause and effect, the pain that was inflicted on these disciples will be returned to those demon kings intact. Although these attacks are nothing to these beasts, they are so large that they will not have time to attack them within a month.
At the same time, he also released the control of all disciples.
Chen Fan finished counting all the controlled disciples, handed the list to Su Qi, and then passed out.
"Huh? That's interesting. Do you want to get back together?"
Hundreds of space cutting arrays were sent out by Su Qi, covering Chen Fan. If they were really connected to the main body, Su Qi would also create one for the fake operator.
Now, standing in Mujian Square, he is the formation master who can challenge the Immortal Emperor!
"Sage Su Xian appeared. I thank him for saving my life."
Nie Cangzhou's brows were smooth, and the bleeding wound disappeared. At this moment, he felt relaxed and happy. He understood his own body and couldn't help but regret it. It turned out that he had only met the master three times, one was the outer sect competition, and the other was the personal teaching of Qingyou's mind. Today is the third time.
Second-rate.
But when he raised his head, he almost lost his mind. Excitement filled his face. Behind the dazzling Su Qi, a figure that was very familiar to them actually appeared.
With the clanging bloody knife in hand, the jade-bone saint in blue clothes.
Although it only condensed for a moment, the familiar figure turned into amber spiritual power and integrated into Su Qi's body, but its majestic figure was engraved in the minds of three true disciples, twelve core disciples and three hundred inner disciples.
Indelible.
When Su Qi looked back, the shadow was no longer there. He stared at Nie Cangzhou and fell into deep thought.
"How did Qinghan's true disciple know my identity? Could it be that senior brother Qinghan didn't keep his mouth shut, or was he afraid that the disciple would contradict me due to ignorance?"
Most of the more than 300 disciples in the square were victims, but none of the disciples of the Changwang Sect were in trouble. This can already explain the reason. Now Saint Su Xian appears, obviously to revive the Qingyou Sword Sect and lead them to the direction again.
brilliant.
"Thank you saint for saving my life!"
More than three hundred disciples knelt down on one knee to salute at the same time. The image was too strong and the sound was too loud. If the disciples were not imprisoned in the sky at this moment, the news would have spread throughout the Qingyou Sword Sect.
"The enemy invaders have not yet been arrested, so it is not convenient for me to reveal my identity."
Su Qi just wanted the disciples to stop talking nonsense, but what he heard in the ears of the disciples was the trust and recognition of them. From boys a few years old to disciples who were hundreds or even thousands of years old, they all had feelings for the Qingyou Sword Sect.
A stronger sense of belonging.
Because in their minds, either of the two sculptures on Mujian Square can represent the Qingyou Sword Sect itself.
Beliefs were overwhelmingly accumulated. This was an area that Su Qi had never set foot in. He couldn't even understand that the disciples in front of him would be so excited.
Just as he never understood, the three disciples along the way, even if Su Qi lost all his strength and became an ordinary person, would never leave and never leave each other.
Just as he doesn't understand, endless years of waiting and indifference can turn into the most ardent love.
The purest and strongest faith is intangible and intangible, but it pours into Zi Mansion like a sea and abyss, and begins to resonate with the bronze inscriptions on the village stele at the entrance of Qixia Mojie Village.
The ninety-nine golden words have been troubled from the past to the present, and now, they finally have new changes.
The excited Su Qi was filled with excitement. He could not understand that illusory faith would be the key to unlocking the inscriptions, but he was greatly shocked.
"Isn't it just a matter of belief in the exercises?"
Su Qi rubbed Da Jie's head and fell into worry. The Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom is still very popular and can be regarded as a place of faith and practice. However, its shortcomings are also very obvious. It is impossible to become an immortal emperor, and inner demons can easily breed.
Faith relies on external forces, and if the whole world is your enemy, your cultivation will be ruined.
"But I don't seem to have a choice."
The collision of flawless faith and the complex inscriptions on gold and silver resulted in many changes. Su Qi stood in the wave of faith holding the great calamity in his arms, his eyes flashed with golden light, and finally all the inscriptions on gold were analyzed and integrated into Su Qi's eyes.
At the same time, Mo Jie, who was hugged by Su Qi, seemed to have received some gifts.
Dajie felt an unbearable itching on his back, and when he scratched it gently, the skin broke open, and another pair of wings with intertwined gold inscriptions stretched out.
Before it was over, a small handful of blue hair intertwined with purple thunder on his forehead turned into gold, accompanied by golden thunder.
The domineering and perseverance in its golden pupils is also filled with a layer of golden mist, and the glint of golden inscriptions can be faintly seen in the mist.
The dark sword marks between his eyebrows also turned into black gold, and the mighty sword intent seemed to be polished to become even sharper.
The little guy has grown a whole circle, as if he has taken a tonic. Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the red bellyband like a blood abyss, and the picture of Su Qi painted with white ashes and black ashes.
"This heavenly book is actually just a fragment. Its name is "Huang Hua"?"