Deep in the mountain forest, there is an open space about a kilometer in diameter, with a broken magic circle arranged on it.
There is a cloud of white mist at the top of the magic circle, which cannot be blown away by strong winds.
In the center of the interior, there is a Bagua diagram full of cracks.
Outside the formation, there are more than ten people who are studying it carefully, trying to open a gap to obtain the treasures in the formation.
"Colorful glass lamp."
A treasure that can nourish the soul, an auxiliary thing for retreat practice, is very precious.
This formation has existed for many years, but the formation patterns are damaged and the formation base is decayed.
Everyone is trying to figure out how to decipher the formation in order to get the glazed lamp and some high-quality elixirs inside.
From a distance, Chen Qingyuan took a look and whispered: "Don't go there, there is no need to ask for trouble."
The dozen or so people at the formation were wearing uniform clothes and came from the same camp.
It's not worth starting a dispute over a mere spiritual treasure.
Furthermore, they found this formation first, so Chen Qingyuan had no reason to fight for it.
Just as Chen Qingyuan was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a very strong aura, and his body subconsciously made a defensive posture, frowning.
After a few breaths, an extremely strong sword intent covered the area.
boom--
A flash of sword light flashed and landed on the damaged formation.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and a strong wind blew up, making the dense branches and leaves rustle.
The sword light flashed, and a ten-foot-long crack appeared somewhere in the formation.
"who?"
The dozen or so people outside the formation felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. They worked together to form a protective barrier to block the remaining power of the sword. They scanned the surroundings with wary eyes.
"It's a good thing, I'll accept it."
A young man dressed in blue cloth appeared, with uncleaned stubble on his bronze cheeks, a pair of deep eyes hiding a lot of thoughts, and his slightly messy hair dancing in the wind.
The young man passed through the crack in the formation at an extremely fast speed and took away the colorful glass lamp inside.
Maybe he didn't care, maybe he didn't want to stain his hands with blood today, so the young man just took away the glazed lamp, leaving many of the elixirs in the array untouched.
"Who are you?"
Everyone looked at the young man with extreme fear.
"Su Xingyun."
The young man smiled lightly and replied.
Wow——
As soon as the name came out, more than a dozen people took half a step back in unison, with frightened expressions on their faces.
They came from the Southern Region. Although they had never seen the monsters in Dizhou before, they bought a lot of books and got to know the younger generation of Dizhou.
"Are you Su Xingyun from Penglai Villa?"
A certain monk from the Southern Territory swallowed his saliva and asked with a slightly frightened expression.
The young man smiled but did not answer, perhaps acquiescing.
The monks turned their heads and glanced at the remaining sword marks on the formation, and then glanced at Su Xingyun who was standing in the void. They did not dare to feel any dissatisfaction, and only hoped that Su Xingyun could leave as soon as possible.
Penglai Villa is among the thirty-six top sects in the imperial state.
As we all know, the strongest among the younger generation in Penglai Villa is not the Holy Son, but Su Xingyun.
This man is a complete lunatic, and no one can figure out his temperament.
Maybe today he is having a drink with you and talking freely about everything, but tomorrow he will attack you out of nowhere and fight to the death.
Sometimes, he would go to the mortal realm to save suffering creatures, and he liked to hear others praise him as a good person.
Sometimes, when he encounters something that doesn't go well with him, he will go on a killing spree, leaving no one behind, no matter how old or young he is.
For this reason, Penglai Villa repeatedly tried to expel this person from his master or abolish his cultivation. Fortunately, under the protection of his master, Su Xingyun was able to escape many times.
After taking away the colorful glazed lamp, Su Xingyun was not interested in these monks in the Southern Region, but turned to look at the direction of Chen Qingyuan.
The two places are far apart, and Chen Qingyuan used secret methods to prevent the Southern Region monks from discovering it.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
However, Su Xingyun noticed that someone was nearby, which was very extraordinary.
"He found us."
Chen Qingyuan said to Monk Daochen.
"This person is very strong."
Monk Daochen said with a serious face.
"The monsters of the imperial state should not be underestimated."
In Chen Qingyuan's memory, Dao Chen had never smiled before, just like a wooden board.
"If he dares to do harm to Donor Chen, the young monk can save him."
Daochen clasped his hands together and said softly.
Chen Qingyuan shuddered when he heard this.
Daochen is the number one Buddhist disciple of Eastern Tu Buddhism. No one among his peers can compete with him. Even though he is usually solemn and solemn, if he really wants to take action, who knows how terrifying it will be.
After all, the old monk in Dongtu dared to let Dao Chen cross countless star fields to come to Dizhou by himself. This must have extremely high confidence in Dao Chen's strength.
The old monk allowed Daochen to enter the world for two reasons: to protect Chen Qingyuan, and to let Daochen realize the world of mortals.
As the leader of Dongtu Buddhism, the old monk is well aware of the terror of the monsters in the imperial state. However, the old monk still sent Dao Chen here, which can explain a lot of things.
"Let's go!"
Chen Qingyuan mentioned something.
"Um."
Daochen nodded slightly.
The two of them walked towards the south for about a quarter of an hour.
At the same time, the two stopped and a solemn look flashed in their eyes.
"Come out!"
Chen Qingyuan looked at a giant tree in the distance and said coldly.
Susu...
Su Xingyun reached out to push aside a pile of leaves, and then moved her body to stand on a thick tree trunk, looking at Chen Qingyuan and others.
Su Xingyun was not interested in Chen Qingyuan for the time being because he didn't know him. His eyes were always fixed on Monk Daochen, looking at him from top to bottom, unscrupulously.
There are many talented people in the Northern Wilderness. Although Chen Qingyuan is one of the top ten, his fame has not spread to the ears of the various forces in the empire.
Monk Daochen is different. He alone represents the will of Dongtu, and it is difficult not to attract the attention of the world.
"Monk, what do you call me?"
Su Xingyun asked.
"Daochen."
Out of politeness, Monk Daochen was silent for a while before giving an answer.
"Dongtu has not participated in the Baimai Feast many times, why this time?"
Su Xingyun is very direct and expresses her inner doubts.
"No comment."
Daochen's tone was very calm.
"It is said that you are a disciple of Dongtu Buddhism, so you must be very strong. Do you want to compete with me?"
All the forces in the imperial state wanted to understand the intentions of the Eastern Tufomen, so before the feast of the Hundred Meridians started, they sent messages to their descendants, asking them to pay more attention to the Eastern Tufomen and try their best to find out something.
Come.
Su Xingyun had always been unhappy with the senior management of Penglai Villa, and had no intention of obeying orders. However, after the master spoke, Su Xingyun took this matter to heart.
In such a large sect, Su Xingyun only trusts and respects his master.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the ancient secret realm, he would meet Dongtu Buddha, which made Su Xingyun feel a little excited.