It was warm and cozy in the Yangju Nuan Pavilion, and Mo Li leaned on the red sandalwood coffee table where the daily directors were sitting, staring intently at the huge bronze mirror behind him.
The edge of the mirror exudes a dazzling golden light, shining like a miniature sun. The center of the bronze mirror reflects an image like this: a quiet valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters and blooming flowers. Two handsome young men are sitting on the ground. One of them has his eyes closed.
He closed his eyes, with a solemn expression, as if he was meditating. His hands connected with each other in complex and varied seals, and the divine power flowed, forming a layer of protective Qi Gang that tightly wrapped his body, so that outside the Qi Gang, there was a lingering flow.
The colorful colors rarely penetrate into the Qi Gang and affect this person.
This is nothing.
The formation techniques of Xia San Qing Ran Ran Miao Huan Gu mainly attack the spiritual consciousness. There are three formation techniques, and they are also called the Three Absolutes: Chaotic Consciousness Sea, Destruction of Souls, and Cutting off the Clear Ming.
The three major formation techniques mainly use the attack on the seven emotions and six desires, and the weaknesses of human nature, and use the beautiful environment to inadvertently force illusions into the monks' sea of consciousness, affecting the judgment ability of normal people. Once caught, they will enter the realm of true and false.
An indefinable illusion of nothingness.
This is the sea of chaotic consciousness, which is the first stage of the attack.
A monk who is hit in the first stage can still save himself.
When the sea of consciousness is in chaos, illusions arise. At that time, no matter whether they are humans, demons, ghosts, or monsters, they will fall into emotional distress due to the seven emotions and six desires in the three souls and seven souls.
There are many kinds of love, friendship, family affection, love, no matter what kind of feelings, they will be infinitely amplified in the Miaohuan Valley of Sanqing Dynasty. When the time comes, the monks who join the battle will think of all the past experiences, whether they are sad or happy.
, whether sad, hurt, annoyed, or angry, both positive and negative emotions will expand indefinitely, and you will fall forever.
This is soul destruction, the second stage of the attack.
At this stage, it is basically difficult to think of illusory emotions. Without boundless perseverance, it is impossible to escape from the inner illusion.
Then there is Duan Qingming.
The third stage, when it reaches this stage, it means that the attack has gone deep, and the complex emotions in human nature are magnified to the greatest extent, and it is easy for people to sink into the sea of misery and be unable to extricate themselves.
The spiritual consciousness of the Sea Palace disintegrates randomly, and the longer it goes, the harder it is to recover. In the end, even if people do not die, they will fall into their own illusions and live in a false world forever.
By the third stage, there is basically no way to save the situation.
The Ming clan master sitting cross-legged looked calm and composed. In fact, his situation was not that good. Zhuran Miaohuan had already entered the Palace of Consciousness Sea and had already formed a countervailing force with his divine consciousness. If he was not mistaken, at this time, Ming clan master
The young master of the tribe is in an anxious situation both internally and externally, fighting against his own illusion.
Although Zhuran Miaohuan has not yet completely gained the upper hand and is being resisted by the opponent's spiritual consciousness, if this situation continues, the chance of winning will be very high, and the advantages of the formation will become more and more obvious, unless he
Before retaining the last trace of purity, he sacrificed the Xuanji Pan and triggered the Xuanji Curse, otherwise, he would definitely be defeated.
But when he saw another person, Mo Li's face didn't look so good.
He recognized that person. He was the human master who had touched the great demon in the town and alerted Linglong Qixiang not long ago. Mo Li was very strange. The main focus of Miaohuan Valley in Xiasanqing was spiritual attack. Normally a monk would inadvertently attack after he came in.
In any case, the Miao Huan will be invaded by the palace in the sea of consciousness, and then the power of the Miao Huan will be activated to attack the three souls and seven souls. If the soul is slightly loosened, it will sink into the sea of love and misery, unable to extricate itself. Whether the last trace of purity can be held on still depends on
It seems that how strong a person is, how determined he is.
But looking at Feng Jueyu, Li Qiye always had an incredible feeling. If he hadn't been hit, the magical power of Xuan Ran was lingering outside his body, and the colorful mark on his eyebrows was exactly the same.
It is a manifestation of being possessed by the power of magic.
But if he had been tricked, why did the young master named Feng move his clear eyes around, as if he was not deceived by the illusion at all?
It's indeed a bit strange?
Could it be that the power of miraculous illusions did not resonate with his spiritual consciousness and make him sink into a sea of love and misery?
There was silence in the Yangju Nuan Pavilion. The four array envoys rubbed their hands and stamped their feet impatiently, pointing at the bronze mirror with their wandering eyes and talking about their respective opinions.
When they heard the words "It turns out to be him", the four of them couldn't help but look at Mo Li with doubts. Among them, the formation envoys from the eight prisons of life and death asked in confusion: "Does Master Mo recognize this person?"
Li Qiye turned around suspiciously, pointed at Feng Jueyu on the bronze mirror, and said without concealing: "He is the person who alarmed the Linglong Bell not long ago."
"Linglong Bell? Is it Linglong Seven Rings?" The four formation envoys did not take Feng Jueyu seriously at first, but upon hearing these words, their expressions changed at the same time.
The Linglong Bell is a magical object that can only be disturbed by those who perform extremely well. It has been eight hundred years since the Lou family returned to Babu Mountain. There are absolutely very few people who can disturb the Linglong Bell. What's more, it is the unprecedented seven Linglong bells?
Now they finally realized that they had made a mistake. Could the person who could shock the exquisite bell to strike seven times be an ordinary person?
The answer is of course no.
The formation envoys on the Four Elephant Ascension Road exclaimed: "So that's the case, no wonder we can't stop him. In this way, this person's formation cultivation is definitely not inferior to us?"
When Mo Li listened, the corners of his eyes curled up with disdain, and he hit the four of them unceremoniously: "Who do you think you are? This person's formation cultivation is almost the same as that of the three elders."
"Chief...elder?"
The three elders of the Lou family are all direct descendants of the Lou family. In Xuantian Mansion, it can be said that except for the sect leader Lou Zhongxian, they do not take anyone in their eyes. Even if they look at the Qixia Realm, their cultivation level alone is only a handful.
The power of numbers.
In the core area, even though there are endless masters of Miaodu, those who can make great achievements in formation cultivation are definitely rare. There are very few people who can put down the third-level formation, let alone those like the three elders.
A person who can cultivate formations to the fourth level.
The expressions of the four formation envoys changed when they talked about it, and they all gasped.
The formation commander of Dawujikanli Fenglei Formation was a little dissatisfied. Even though Master Mo personally admitted that Feng's formation cultivation was not weak, he still didn't want to believe that Feng could always be invincible.
He curled his lips coldly and said: "So what? Xia Sanqing and Ran Ran Miao Huan Gu are one of the strongest formations in the Xia Jiu Formation, specializing in spiritual consciousness. I don't believe that he can not be affected at all.
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The other three old men nodded quite dissatisfied when they heard this.
Li Li glanced at the four people and wanted to express his doubts, but because there was no evidence, he gave up the idea after thinking about it and just said: "That may not be the case. Now that we are here, let's take a look and talk about it.
Up or down, there will always be a result." He said this, but he actually didn't believe that Feng Jueyu could easily walk out of Xia San Qing Ran Ran Miao Huan Valley.
Just as the disciple of Dawujikan Lifengli Formation said, the power of illusions in this valley is by no means comparable to those in Yunkongtianzao, from the layout of the formation base, to the arrangement of the formation tactics, to the profound level of catering to the principles of heaven and earth.
, are more than a lot stronger than those so-called third-level formations. The power of Miaohuan is the power of Taixu derived from a special treasure passed down from the sky in Miaohuan Valley. It does not need the main formation at all.
In a large formation, if you place the treasure from heaven at the eye of the formation, you can create a wonderful illusion.
This matter is one of the secrets of Xuantianling Mansion. Although it is not as good as the existence of the great demon in the town, few people know about it.
The disciples who can be in the main formation of Xuantianling Mansion's eighteen gates are certainly of such a level, so they don't believe that Feng Jueyu can break this formation.
"To break through the Miaohuan Valley of Sanqing, he must first master the power of Miaohuan. To do this, he must first find the formation's eye, and possess at least the realm of the late Miaodu, or a legend of at least the second-rate level.
Heaven's Treasure, huh, I think he is destined to stay here." The formation envoy of the Eight Hells of Life and Death said extremely arrogantly.
A treasure passed down from heaven? Is it something that a master who has just entered the Miaodu stage can easily control? This kid has obviously encountered a hurdle.
The four main formation commanders were full of disdain, waiting for Feng Jueyu to make a fool of himself inside.
Li Qiye also thinks the same way, but he is different from ordinary people. He always has an unreadable signal in his heart. If he continues to look at it, there should be a result.
The five of them just stayed in the Yangju Nuan Pavilion and waited for the good news.
But at this time, Feng Jueyu and Lin Lie behaved in two different ways in the formation.
"Brother Lin, this formation seems very strange. The origin of the strangeness does not seem to come from monks."
Feng Jueyu sat on the ground, his eyes scanning around, discussing and following the traces from time to time.
Lin Lie was on the contrary, with a depressed expression and sweat on his forehead, but his clarity was still there. Although there were various illusions in his mind, they did not at least make him lose his mind, but it was much more difficult than usual.
"Mei'er, don't leave me. Believe me, I will definitely make your father agree to our marriage."
When Feng Jueyu heard this, he felt dazed for a moment. He turned around and saw Lin Lie gritting his teeth in pain.
"Brother Lin, you are confused by the illusion."
"I know." After a long time, Lin Lie suddenly said.
It seemed like he was talking to someone else before, but this time he was answering Feng Jueyu's reminder: "Damn illusion, I didn't pay attention when I came in, and I got caught."
Feng Jueyu chuckled: "So you still know."
"Brother Feng, don't you have any illusions?" Lin Lie asked back.
Feng Jueyu's expression was as usual, but his heart was extremely melancholy. How could it be possible without illusions?
Others don’t know, but he still doesn’t know?
At this time, what appeared repeatedly in front of him were the beautiful scenery of Shangguan Ruomeng, Li Tong'er, Sima Ruyu, and Yi Bingyan, as well as various words of affection.
"Ms. sir, where are you? We had a hard time in Huanshan."
"Ms. sir, we are right here, why don't you come."
"Ms. sir, this place is very nice. We would rather stay with you here for eternity."
"Illusion..."
Feng Jueyu's eyes were filled with tears, but the corner of his mouth was curled into a smile that was contrary to his emotions.
Falling into a sea of love and misery, sinking into nothingness, Feng Jueyu knew that everything in front of her was fake.